Picaflor - El Jardín Misterioso del Curandero Viejo | Текст песни

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It seemed as though an infinitely expanding circumference was now infinitely contracting towards an infinitely contracting point that was now infinitely expanding towards an infinitely contracting circumference and all of the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and feelings of an electromagnetic mirage parade were gradually fading away into the distance. The scent of the Agua de Florida and the Palo Santo, the taste of the vomit and the ayahuasca, the sight of the visions and the radiance, the sensation of the warm humidity and the spasmodic stomach muscles, the sound of the icaros and the schacapa. A dream becoming ever more obscured and remote, fainter and fainter, as the seconds, minutes, and hours fluttered quickly back to the faces of clocks like moths to a midnight lamp or mosquitoes to an open wound. A seamless transition from one soporific state to another.

I now beheld a pair of tall, slender humanoid figures, androgynous and featureless with skin like the smooth surface of spotless mirrors. The Simulacrum, a nine foot tall mirror skinned humanoid figure known only to The Hyperreal, the nine foot tall mirror skinned humanoid figure known only to The Simulacrum. The only thing that reflected off the surface of the skin of The Simulacrum was the skin of The Hyperreal and the only thing that reflected off the surface of The Hyperreal was the skin of The Simulacrum, like mirrors inside mirrors…ad infinitum. Peering into one another’s mirrorball eyes like astral scrying into crystal balls, the reflective skin of The Hyperreal and The Simulacrum formed an eternally infinite hall of facing mirrors, an infinite regress in the form of their androgynous hairless humanoid figures, a portal from, through, and to an eternally infinite hall of facing mirrors, an infinite regress in the form of their androgynous faceless humanoid figures, a portal out of which appeared the four Great Masters of the Self.

From the Western Temple of the Mind appeared Mariri, a tall and slender sadhu with blue skin, a long dark beard, ankle-length dreadlocked hair, star ruby eyes and clothed in red ankle-length robes. With his left hand he grasped an intricately carved human spine staff and around his neck hung many strings of dried lotus prayer beads. His forehead was painted white and in the center, between the eyes, were three horizontally painted red lines, one solid line between two broken lines.

Slowly the sadhu pulled out a chillum from underneath his robes and brought it to his lips, gently lowering his eyelids, and inhaling causing a brick of reddish-brown hashish to light up in the large wooden bowl with a soft orange glow. The smoke entered his oral cavity from the hole at the stem of the pipe, rolling slowly across the tongue, into the pharynx, past the epiglottis, larynx, and vocal cord, way down into the trachea, and deeper still into the upper, middle, and lower lobes through the labyrinth of main stem bronchus, bronchi, bronchioles, and alveoli. After holding his breath long enough for the full absorption of tetrahydrocannabinol into his blood stream, the sadhu exhaled just as slowly as he inhaled, releasing a thick cloud of pure white smoke into the surrounding atmosphere. Slowly he pulled the chillum away from his lips and gazed heavily into my deep hypnotic stare. With a voice that was infernal, and as ferocious as a blistering desert summer sun scorching a twisted wrinkly old tree of many leafless branches he proceeded to speak,

“Behind the red door lurks the Blue Sachamama who feeds on emotion and thirsts, hungers to devour it entirely into a total cessation of desire.”

From the Eastern Temple of the Mind appeared Yariri, a tall and slender sapera with red skin, a long dark beard, and blue moonstone eyes. He was clothed in blue ankle-length robes and a blue turban. With his left hand he grasped an intricately carved snake spine staff. Around his neck hung a thick braided necklace of many diverse species of venomous snakes including hydrophis belcheri, the belcher’s sea snake, oxyuranus microlepi

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