At the age of 21, I arrived with my 2 year old son Amaru to the familiar air of my birth place, Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
Taking full advantage of our flight layover, we ventured to a nearby beach for a full day with a backpack full of snacks and some friends.
By that time, it had long been a custom of mine to eat psychedelic mushrooms before swimming off deep into the Ocean to bob along, inside the amniotic fluid of Earth. This day was no exception in that regard.
While Amaru was safely being cared for on shore, I gave myself permission to swim - and to sink - into all of those corners of my consciousness which I was too cautious to share with any human person. Eye observed as my consciousness washed up upon islands of unknown possibilities, invoking seemingly unbearable waves of fear and hope. I began to drown under the suffocating weight of the responsibility of providing for myself and my small son while in the untenably expensive U.S., while still saving enough during our 8 week trip to still take something back home to Peru.
While underwater I screamed and prayed out to Earth for protection and guidance in assuring that my small son always had enough to eat, and did not go hungry as so many of his Ancestors have. In that moment of release I opened my hand reaching out for Earth's help. Without hesitation, or any room for error, she gave it.
A giant fresh avocado floated RIGHT INTO MY HAND. Gratitude and reassurance washed over me completely.
I rode the next nearest Ocean current back onto shore, and there found my son Amaru ready to eat. For a second I hesitated, wondering if the avocado could be poisoned or otherwise contaminated, but then just laughed to myself as I peeled it to hand feed my son.
The day this photo was taken Earth nourished Amaru and I in all of the ways, and we were just simply there to receive it.
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With over 40 relatives in the Cotton family, we can look to them to provide head to tow support for the Survivors. How many generations have survived because of Cotton? Through the winters, tapestrys containing recipes and Instructions woven on a loom, spun in fine chalk living the Coconut Shell. How many Humans have died because of Cotton, elslaved, toturred, trafficked and murdered.
Recently, during an Herbalism Class Lecture, an attendee asked a brilliant question, following a tiny tangente on the many outstanding benefits of Lionś Mane Mushrooms. Their question was regarding any favorite stew recipes I have which incorpórate Lionś Mane Mushroom. This got brain sparked up, with wanting to share me favorite stew recipe of all time; the
FEEL YOUR BODY STEW
´Feel your body´stew is not new, but instead is the SAME old recipe that´s been done a thousand million ways since Humanity began to cook with heat.
We start out with just one key medicinally nutritional members of the Plant Nations, for our purposes today that shall be Lionś Mane Mushroom. In addition to their ability to support Human cognitive functioning through the growth of new healthy nerve pathways, Lionś Mane Mushroom is a wonderful source of proteína and amuno ácidos.