WHEN MY MURAL TURNS SHAMANIC

Just 2 days ago, I came out of a 1-hour trance, provoked by the painting
and probably by what I painted. I had gone swimming at 8 am for half an
hour. I was dithering about whether I should start fasting.


So, until 4 am I still had not taken any food in but 4 cups of black
coffee.



I had just painted the tykes, Terence McKenna mentions so often
(I was listening wall morning to 2 lectures of his on YouTube).

Then my crow friend landed and perched at the end of the balcony ledge
out of my sight, and cawed to me for 20 minutes, non-stop, while I
chanted my ikaros (shamanic songs to call the spirits) . This is the second time in 8 months I get in trance
without using substances.



Last year, in Pokhara-Nepal, last year, before dusk, I got in a trance
through singing and quick dancing, by the lake, and had often chanted
Lord Shiva's name and his manifestations.

The cawing crow flew away and then a bird arrived I had never seen
before, it flew away instantly when it saw me moving. I think it was a
baby oystercatcher. Anyway, I did by compulsion all that went on
telepathically through my mind.

At some point, I was 'told' I needed to paint my face and body.



It is
definitely through fasting I got this result. I was totally in tune with
the painting moment, creation. I had no visual hallucinations. I
suppose my painting was the visuals accompanied by the ikaros.



PS: I recorded it aurally and then managed to film myself.