Helen Graves: From the Vietnamese banh mi, the Indian vada pav and the Portuguese francesinha to the good old BLT and even ice-cream â¦ the sheer choice of sandwich ingredients is an endless joy
Ehtheogenic Journey :
“Skin Of The Anaconda - Ronin Bishi”
Ayahuasca trip simulation
Manifesting The Mind – Footprints of the Shaman (2009), a documentary on Psychedelics & Shamanism from ‘Bouncing Bear Films’ featuring interviews with renowned experts such as Daniel Pinchbeck, John Major Jenkins, Dennis McKenna, Nick Herbert, Alex Grey & Dr. Rick Strassman to name a few. This is the first release from Bouncing Bear Films which comprises of Andrew & Jennifer Rutajit and all other folks from Bouncing Bear Botanicals. ‘Manifesting The Mind’ gives us a broad perspective on psychedelics, how we can benefit from them and why is the use of psychedelics suppressed by the mainstream media and governments of the world.
Watch the full movie here:
The heat is impossible to bare. The small strip of sand like on any italian beach is full with people. I try to escape into the shallow sea but its blue waters are inaccessible. People play volleyball, lie lazy on floating mattress near the shore or simply stand at hip high in the sea, talking and looking at others.
The sun burns my skin and its reflection on the crystal waters blinds me.
I then close my eyes and remember those endless summer days at the rock, playing volleyball and chasing girls.
A normal day at the rock.
Going around my village i see something that hasn’t disappeared from my childhood. A giant ficus in the small patch of land, once filled with grapes now used by olive trees.
My favourite time was the tomato sauce making.
Early start for the men, at 4 am to go and prepare the fire, tools and collect the tomatoes. The ‘women’ would arrive later, clean the recipients, make breakfast for us and start to prepare lunch. My father and uncle were in charge of boiling the tomatoes, being shouted at by my sturdy grandfather who with benevolent look and mighty hands ordered me to collect the water from the pit, turn the handle at the tomato squeezer or fill the cocacola bottle with basil.
The sun always made all this work hard but we kids were allowed to ‘forget’ the job and we enjoyed cruelty towards the bothering flies that filled the small country barn.
At 2p after 10 hour work, the filled bottles where cooking at a low fire in a massive half open barril for at least 24 hours.
The family gathered under the mighty ficus, eating, singing and eventually falling asleep in whatever position one was. I remember my grandfather head tilted backwards, flies circulating around his wine smelling mouth and me enjoying the sleep on a tractor under the ficus.
I am trapped on a small patch of sand between a turquoise, calm transparent water and a million years old sand dunes where, low green spiky plant survive the constant erosion from the scorching sun.
The sun is the king of a blue, blue sky. The ‘big strip’ as local call this beach is the only one which stands on an open bay where the wind raises in the afternoons and there no houses around. It makes this place relaxed and empty and you have time to search your soul.
My lips taste the salty waters while i wish a sweet kiss would clear them.
Salty thoughts from Pulsano.
The sea in its perpetual change has been on earth for millions years.
As a child the first time i went to the sea i gave my body and soul to it; i became part of it and the sea entered in me.
I am drawn to follow the same steps, feel the same joy, now just like the first time.
When i come back to the first sea, the one i have got in me my body recognise it elevating itself to happiness and calm.
The waves salute me, the sand exchange its warmth and softness with me.
I am at home, a house that makes me happy