DandeLeon

May your dreams and imagination float 
like a delicate parachute stabilized by a vortex ring 

Make big wishes dear boy!

The late, great Hannibal Lecter

 Happy brain worms former President!

First lightning bug sighting of the year!

High in newly trimmed oak tree

While waiting on the aurora borealis

That was probably already above our heads unbeknownst to us

Lapiplasty

 

Keep cool, but do not freeze

Oh my god I found a new curiosity, wrapped into another curiosity!

I was trying to find this Jim Duke that an herbalist Kat Maier was talking about in Rosemary Gladstar's Inner Views series about him visiting the Amazon to prove to science about some wizards or something?  It piqued my interest to explore.  I thought I found him and after reading a few things, I was for sure going to post about him.  However, I'm nearly pretty sure that the Jim Duke to whom she was referring died in 2018. But this other Jim Duke, who has also visited the Amazon and... perhaps.. also looked for wizards too?--is alive.  His memoir just came out within the last year or so.

Jim Duke....submitted into the tomes of Periodical Curiosity...

I love his early thoughts, schemes on psychedelics -- I'm dying about the visual of mirror travel!

Reading Carlos Castaneda, I started believing I could learn to ‘mind travel’ to the extent that, if so desired, I could, for example, pop up in a mirror in a friend’s house across the country merely to surprise them. I also thought I might learn to fly and shape shift. I had great expectations.

--excerpt from this awesome post

His bio speaks to my roots. 

Dropping out of high school to pursue the life of a cowboy in Texas, Jim Duke eventually bullshitted his way into college and attended University of Wyoming and University of Texas before finally earning a BS in Zoology and MS in Range Science on Mountain Goat Habitat in Alaska, both from Colorado State University.

Largely unemployable, he works on an ‘as tolerated’ basis mostly dealing with equines and compost. His only professional writing experience came from a brief employment with the Roaring Fork Weekly Journal writing a column called “Kiss My Ass.”

We're not no Red Football for U(.S. Govt)

 

I'm not no red football
To be kicked around the garden
No no

I'm a red christmas-tree ball
And I'm fragile

I'm not no animal
Though I am to you

I'm not no crocodile
Like the one in dublin zoo
Who lived in a cage
The length and breadth of his body
With a window which people would look through
And throw coins on his back to taunt him
Though he couldn't move
Even if he wanted to

Well, I'm not no animal in the zoo
I'm not no whipping boy for you

You may not treat me like you do

I'm not no animal in the zoo

My skin is not a football for you

My head is not a football for you

My body's not a football for you

My womb is not a football for you

My heart is not a football for you

I'm not no animal in the zoo
See, this animal will jump up and eat you
I'm not no animal in the zoo

And I've every intention-

Of leaping up
and Get-ting YOU!

LALA LALA LALA LALA LALA LALA LALA LAH!
LALA LALA LALA LALA LALA LALA LALA LAH!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!