Tobacco

[Draco]

 

Native American Spirit

[natural]

You might be better served with edible forms of wacky tobacco!

[Draco]

A relatively recent development, Tobacca (Or Tobacco, while primarily Male, can also be transmuted into the She Of Cannabis), was originally The Brother of Cannabis

 

He can also act as a messenger/carrier

 

Similar to Cannabis, when sparked He (Masculine Component) can command the Polar Spirits to do the Shaman's bidding

 

Embodying the Ideal of Fire Above Metal, He can dominate the remnants of the Metal Rat Order

 

Purification before Distillation through the Shift of the Poles

 

Ligthting the Lanterns of the Siberian Shamans of Old

 

Bla Bla Bla 

[Nungali]

Tobacco is incense of Mars ,  MJ is the incense of Venus .

 

Mix them together  for a nice Balance .   If you want to invoke the lower triad ,  add a sprinkle of NZT-48 ( for Mercury ) .

 

 

 

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.......   but   then  ,    what will you do ?

[Draco]

16 minutes ago, Nungali said:

Tobacco is incense of Mars ,  MJ is the incense of Venus .

 

Mix them together  for a nice Balance .   If you want to invoke the lower triad ,  add a sprinkle of NZT-48 ( for Mercury ) .

 

 

 

............

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.......   but   then  ,    what will you do ?

 

I didn't know that, many thanks Polaris. Do you have any good sources for NZT-48?

[ralis]

35 minutes ago, Nungali said:

Tobacco is incense of Mars ,  MJ is the incense of Venus .

 

Mix them together  for a nice Balance .   If you want to invoke the lower triad ,  add a sprinkle of NZT-48 ( for Mercury ) .

 

 

 

............

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.......   but   then  ,    what will you do ?

 

I just ordered NZT-48 on your recommendation. Looking forward to superpowers. 

[Draco]

"Tabaka"

[Draco]

It's a continious assessment basically.

[Draco]

On 12/16/2021 at 3:01 AM, Draco said:

A relatively recent development, Tobacca (Or Tobacco, while primarily Male, can also be transmuted into the She Of Cannabis), was originally The Brother of Cannabis

 

He can also act as a messenger/carrier

 

Similar to Cannabis, when sparked He (Masculine Component) can command the Polar Spirits to do the Shaman's bidding

 

Embodying the Ideal of Fire Above Metal, He can dominate the remnants of the Metal Rat Order

 

Purification before Distillation through the Shift of the Poles

 

Ligthting the Lanterns of the Siberian Shamans of Old

 

Bla Bla Bla 

 

When sparked the Polar Spirits will leap through time and space up the sushuma channel. 

 

The Dark Phoenix of kundalini observes the plateau, as a Venus catchment pillaged by the vines of Death. 

 

Forgot to Water the stem they did; hidden within the trems of Stiff. 

 

Water above Metal produces Ice, lest we forget the Nine Blind mice. 

 

~

 

The Telepathic Ones commune with the Theosopian speech of Ode

Unleashed from the cavernous ravenous and Old

Her digits blinded by rage suffocated agail by wind sails unengaged

Deranged

 

Have gin or two, flip ones stool to the pool

Gaia's Brace.

~

 

The question I seek is do the siddhis erupt from ourselves or blossom from Her shelves palsied with Praise.

[Nungali]

14 hours ago, Draco said:

 

When sparked the Polar Spirits will leap through time and space up the sushuma channel. 

 

Curious .   You see the Earth's  electro-magnetic axis  as its sushuma  ?

 

 

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The Dark Phoenix of kundalini observes the plateau, as a Venus catchment pillaged by the vines of Death.

 

Venus in he role as Proserpina , of course .

 

Spoiler

Here life has death for neighbour,

         And far from eye or ear

Wan waves and wet winds labour,

         Weak ships and spirits steer;

They drive adrift, and whither

They wot not who make thither;

But no such winds blow hither,

         And no such things grow here.

 

No growth of moor or coppice,

         No heather-flower or vine,

But bloomless buds of poppies,

         Green grapes of Proserpine,

Pale beds of blowing rushes

Where no leaf blooms or blushes

Save this whereout she crushes

         For dead men deadly wine.

 

Pale, without name or number,

         In fruitless fields of corn,

They bow themselves and slumber

         All night till light is born;

And like a soul belated,

In hell and heaven unmated,

By cloud and mist abated

         Comes out of darkness morn.

 

Though one were strong as seven,

         He too with death shall dwell,

Nor wake with wings in heaven,

         Nor weep for pains in hell;

Though one were fair as roses,

His beauty clouds and closes;

And well though love reposes,

         In the end it is not well.

 

Pale, beyond porch and portal,

         Crowned with calm leaves, she stands

Who gathers all things mortal

         With cold immortal hands;

Her languid lips are sweeter

Than love's who fears to greet her

To men that mix and meet her

         From many times and lands.

 

She waits for each and other,

         She waits for all men born;

Forgets the earth her mother,

            The life of fruits and corn;

And spring and seed and swallow

Take wing for her and follow

Where summer song rings hollow

         And flowers are put to scorn.

 

There go the loves that wither,

         The old loves with wearier wings;

And all dead years draw thither,

         And all disastrous things;

Dead dreams of days forsaken,

Blind buds that snows have shaken,

Wild leaves that winds have taken,

         Red strays of ruined springs.

 

We are not sure of sorrow,

         And joy was never sure;

To-day will die to-morrow;

         Time stoops to no man's lure;

And love, grown faint and fretful,

With lips but half regretful

Sighs, and with eyes forgetful

         Weeps that no loves endure.

 

From too much love of living,

         From hope and fear set free,

We thank with brief thanksgiving

         Whatever gods may be

That no life lives for ever;

That dead men rise up never;

That even the weariest river

         Winds somewhere safe to sea.

 

Then star nor sun shall waken,

         Nor any change of light:

Nor sound of waters shaken,

         Nor any sound or sight:

Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,

Nor days nor things diurnal;

Only the sleep eternal

         In an eternal night.

 

 

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Forgot to Water the stem they did; hidden within the trems of Stiff. 

 

Water above Metal produces Ice, lest we forget the Nine Blind mice. 

 

~

 

The Telepathic Ones commune with the Theosopian speech of Ode

Unleashed from the cavernous ravenous and Old

Her digits blinded by rage suffocated agail by wind sails unengaged

Deranged

 

Have gin or two, flip ones stool to the pool

Gaia's Brace.

~

 

The question I seek is do the siddhis erupt from ourselves or blossom from Her shelves palsied with Praise.

 

I was just about to answer , just to give you a peek .

But I now realise, its not an answer you seek .

If I may make a suggestion ......

you have put the answer before the question .

 

 

 

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Edited February 13, 2022 by Nungali