As in the memorable oxymoronic quote from Orwell’s Animal Farm- “Some animals are more equal than others”, some plants may also be more equal than others, depending on what your particular human situation might be. Sour orange trees are beautiful to see ubiquitously planted in Tucson/Phoenix landscaping, but the inedible fruits end up dropping all over the place and people pay Mexicans like me good money to collect and bag and haul them off to the landfill. (Why not just plant sweet, rather than sour oranges in the medians and public commons you ask? Well we wouldn’t want people thinking that food grows on trees would we? And think of the people who need the pay to gather the sours, as the sweets would mostly be hauled off for free, and now the dudes at Safeway have to layoff some workers because nobody’s buying oranges and, well you see- it’s all such a vicious cycle.) Ok, so you get that if you’re hungry and thirsty, Arizona Sweets are way more equal than the equally visually appealing, Arizona Sours.
|Ink Drawing by Leo|
About cactus; I remember when I worked with Uncle Pete at The Boyce Thompson Southwestern Arboretum there was a back greenhouse, not open to the public, that really only got watered when Dr. Crosswhite or I had nothing else going on. So this place was full of cacti in little pots that baked all summer with precious little or no moisture, lots of heat, and absolutely no attention. There was one particular ceramic container that had a setting of a small family of healthy looking cactoid beings with a little sign that said, "Cacti: Warmth, Courage, Endurance" That's all it said. I don't know why. But I understood exactly what it meant from the moment I saw it and each time thereafter. The way they somehow germinate and thrive on a dry, vertical cliff, hanging on in unbelievable heat, witnessing the decades away. I was in awe of cacti before I even liked them, mostly due to "jumping-cholla" and stuff, but then I loved them, and part of this is that they show me how to develop warmth, courage, and endurance for myself, my family, my world. At some point, I pretty much just realized that I want to be around cacti, the deserts where they grow, especially saguaros and peyote. (The Sonoran and Chihuahuan Deserts.)
|Yarn Painting by Raven|
So then, here's this little Arizona-grown, altar-boy, spoiled, Mexican, lucky brat, who loves cactus, then finds out there's one that you eat and it teaches and heals and gives you art and community and all stuff like that. Ok people, how could I not go there, check that trail out?
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|Yarn Painting With Silver Liberty Coin by Leo|
The Doctrine of Signatures, attributed originally to Paracelsus, who got hip to the idea that plant medicines resemble the body parts and/or ailments for which they focused their healing properties. This means that a plant with leaves whose shape resembles lungs would heal pulmonary complaints, walnuts for the head and brain, and the like. (For what it’s worth, one of my hippie postulates is that Everybody Looks Like Who/What They Are. This might also be a cousin to the universally recognized posit, Dogs Resemble Their Master.) To my eyes, the shape of peyote tells me that it’s good for everything. This is how the medicine talks to me. This green growing guru also has the communication skills sufficient to teach us about other medicines and methods, if we ask respectfully and pay attention.
Like people, all peyote plants look similar but all are unique. Also like people, the little baby ones are just the cutest little things so that you just want to caress and kiss them!
It is not a loud, large, or proud or even particularly noticeable creature, almost hiding in its lowliness. Like stars becoming coming out after dusk, it let’s itself be seen by the humble, rewarding the childlike, the down-and-out, the truly devoted seeker, with the strengthening of their walk on this earth.
|Peyote Way Church Ceramic Peyote Drum|
I used to think that I was looking for peyote, wanting to find it, to know something of what it truly is. Now it looks like peyote was looking for me, wanting me to find myself, to know something of what I truly am.
A circle points in all directions. Peyote sees in all directions. It also hears us, listening to what we say, then dividing that by what we mean, and multiplying the sum total of truth straight to Creator’s realm.
|Yarn Painted Mirror by Leo|
For myself and my brothers and sisters in the sacred circle, this little round and living entity is a far better representation and reminder of Christ in our lives than a cathedral full of bleeding Jesus forever affixed to, and suffering around on a cross.
|Peyote Way Church|
An old story about how peyote came to the people was through a woman whose brother was lost. In desperation, she and her nursing child searched but eventually became lost themselves. With no food or water the mother lost her strength, her milk for her child, and her hope of finding her brother. She resigned herself to death by dehydration under a shrub, but feeling something cool and moist in her outstretched hands, the woman heard a voice telling her to eat of this, for it is food and water.
Rejuvenated by the desert manna of this perfectly soft, fuzzy, and moist, spineless cactus, the woman sees where her brother is and she brings him, the sacred medicine, and the ceremony back to the tribe. In some ways, we are all lost. In the tipi ceremony, the Morning Water Woman greets us at dawn with food and water, and we are no longer lost, we are back with our tribe.
Often people ask how much peyote they need to eat to experience whatever. As westerners, we believe we ingest a substance then something happens. Maybe the thing we expect to happen after eating peyote is already happening before we eat it. If you believe in the strength of the subtle, then perhaps eating this medicine with our mouths is not as powerful as taking it in with our eyes. So my answer to “How much should I eat?” is usually some dumb, crazy-wisdom sounding, but true answer like, “You don’t need to eat any Holmes, just look at it clearly my friend, and let the healing begin!”
|Yarn Painting by Raven|
My personal experience is that I don’t trip out from eating peyote; I am tripping out before I eat it. Its most powerfully reliable effect is then, to make me stop tripping.
"To be the person you want to be, be the person you want to be.", it says. "When you get responsible for being here now, then you'll be here now."
|Yarn painted clock by Leo|
|Huichol beaded art|
This medicine works on you from the inside out. The sad fact that peyote is categorized as a Schedule I drug, along with heroin, pcp, and the like is simply a hype-generated bureaucratic artifact from the overzealous 1970’s, J. Edgar Hoover, paternalistic, pink panty wearing War On Vegetables which paves over the sacred and humble things of the earth with the asphalt of the profane.
|Texas Rock Art|
Few plants inspire so much storytelling, music, and art. I see the universal shape of peyote buttons in everything everywhere, from crop circles to, petroglyphs, to chocolate treats.
|Mesquite Yarn Painting by Leo|
|Clock by Leo|
|Crop Circle Diagram|
“If there’s no peyote button in it, can it really be art?”- my friends have all heard me say this dozens of times.
|Crop Circle Diagram|
|Candle, gift of the late Eliav Medina|
To my understanding, this plant loves to be respectfully harvested and eaten. It loves humans. It especially loves women and children.
Peyote loves food and music and all-night fire vigils, waiting for the sun. It finds its larger, non-corporeal form in honest expressions, heartfelt tears, joyous laughter, and community cooperation.
|Huichol Yarn Painting|
Every time we take this medicine in, it changes us in a positive manner. It is a green light for healing, a red light for negativity, and a yellow warning signal to respect and take care of our earth, ourselves, and each other so our children and their children and their children can live harmoniously, and that it starts with us.
|Yarn Painted Clock by Leo|
|Yarn Painted Clock by Leo|