Picnics in the Cemetery.
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McKenzie. 18. Living in a world of chaos;
Taking the reigns through all forms of art and creation.
The perfect world does exist- it is just something we have to choose to be a part of.

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My art.
My thoughts.
My journey.
Calea Zacatechichi experience: Round 1

So there’s three methods of consumption for this particular herb: drinking a tea, smoking it, and grinding it up and taking it in capsules. 

Tim and I chose to smoke it for our first round, since we didn’t have capsules and have heard that the tea is ridiculously bitter and hard to get down. I guess it takes quite a bit of it for an individual to experience the full effects, but because last night was sort of a test round- I only smoked about two bowls. Tim smoked almost four…needless to say he got more effects than I did.

He usually cannot recall his dreams but was actually able to give me some details about what happened this time…I also witnessed him doing some weird stuff while he was sleeping as I awoke to it a few times. One of those times he was making an om noise that progressively got louder and louder…I shook him and asked him what was wrong but he didn’t respond at first, and when he did, he snapped out of it very quickly with a “what?” and when I told him what happened he had no recollection and fell right back asleep. I awoke several other times to him talking to himself, which is weird because I don’t think I’ve ever seen him to that…and we have been together for almost 11 months now.

For me, though, this is a hard one for me to gauge because I already experience very vivid and clear dreams almost every single night (more recently, they are always nightmares). That was one thing I was worried about with this, because I didn’t know how it would affect that aspect of it, make them worse, etc.

Initially after smoking it I felt a slight high…this could have been placebo…it also could have been a simple lightheadedness from the constant deep inhaling. 

I felt extremely relaxed though, and found it easy to fall into a deep sleep pretty quickly. This is abnormal for me, especially recently…as I have had real difficulty sleeping, especially the initial falling asleep part this past month or so.

SO. My dream experience:

I had persistent nightmares involving my family, which is typical for me. The lucidity  and my ability to shift the events, however, was something that I haven’t experienced yet with these particular nightmares. This could be placebo, coincidence, or small effects from the dream herb…I’m not sure. Either way- it was refreshing to have that victory…usually I wake up sad, helpless, and sometimes in tears. 

It started out with me being held captive in a room where I was up to my chest in putrid water. I was filthy and with strangers that I had never seen before, and all I remember wanting was to be able to clean myself. I closed my eyes and suddenly an old family friend came to my aid and helped me sneak out to a bathroom where I got myself a handful of hand soap before I was forced back into the room. I washed myself off and felt a bit better…then somehow it was like I blinked my eyes and I was free. 

I was in a town with my dad’s side of the family (it is unclear where we were, though). I was shopping with my cousin, but didn’t have money to buy anything…then we went to an ice cream shop where I ordered a waffle cone of mint chocolate chip ice cream, but my cousin had done something that prevented her from getting any for herself. The cashier had her artwork sitting on the check out counter- it was ink illustrations of naked men and women using Celtic knots and other geometric designs. The girl insulted the cashier’s work and told her that her portraits were inaccurate and that she should give up on her artwork. I could tell the cashier was getting upset, and when it was my turn to check out that same lady came back and asked me what I thought of it as if she were trying to get me to join in on her lame attempt at bullying. I simply told her that I loved the style of the girl’s work and that I thought her to have a captivating and unique style. She seemed pissed, then sat back down at her table.

I blinked again, and I was in my old house with my mom, stepdad, and little brother Dominic back in Maricopa. (This house holds horrible, disgusting memories for me…and is often is the setting of my nightmares.) The darkness inside reflected the darkness outside, it was cold and unsettling and we all just sat there on a couch facing our front window. Watching for what we knew was coming, but only seeing a sheet of black outside. We knew they were out to get us. Who “they” were, I have no idea. But I knew that all four of our lives were in danger. I asked my stepdad if he had a gun, he said he didn’t. The only weapon I had access to was a knife. I felt hopeless. I knew they had guns and stronger forces that would inevitably defeat my family and I was shaking at the thought of it.

I blinked once more, and suddenly we were sitting in a room with my stepdad’s mother, other faces I can’t remember (I knew they were evil), and oddly enough- Sita and Rama, Goddess and God depicted in the Ramayana. We were sitting in what looked like a conference room, all facing each other. We knew what was going to happen. I knew we were going to die. 

It was all about to unfold when Sita looked at me, she didn’t say anything- it was as if we were telepathically communicating, but she let me know that things were going to be alright. She told me that there were people hiding in the vents that had guns pointed at the heads of those evil faces. I felt better, but nervous. I knew things were about to get real, I was sitting in the corner shaking and at the time I felt like a viewer, rather than a participant in the dream. 

I blinked again, and I was one of those people inside the vents. I was holding a gun pointed at one of the faces. Sita looked at me with an “okay, do it now.” I shot the gun at a man who turned into my stepdad’s mother at the last moment. She fell to the ground in a bloody mess and was gasping for breath. She died in a pool of her own blood. 

I had killed her. 

I was crying, but I had to protect my brother. He was innocent, crying in the opposite corner of the room. I felt that he was alone. A man came at him and tried to kill him and as soon as I had a good aim, I shot him. He fell over, and behind him stood my brother, crying, holding his face. Fuck. I didn’t think of that. I didn’t think of the bullet impacting both of them. Fuck fuck fuck I just killed my brother. No. God, please no.

My heart started to fall out of my chest, had I killed him? I’m a monster. Oh my god, I shot my brother, I am a monster, how did I do this? I began to sob, and I broke out of the vent. 

I closed my eyes and thought to myself ‘I didn’t kill him, he is fine, he is just fine, there is no way I killed him, he is going to be alright’ and when I opened them I looked up to see that he had only a slight scratch on his cheek. He was bleeding, but he was okay. Everything was alright. My nana was lying dead on the floor and God knows where the rest of my family was, but everything was alright. I knew it.

The End. 

…yeah. Heavy shit. It was a very odd dream, and like I said…it wasn’t anything new. I have god awful nightmares about the people I love most all. the. time. But the thing that was different was the fact that I was able to change the events any time they started getting really, really bad…I mean I didn’t save my stepdad’s mother (this might have something to do with a whole, bad history regarding her, I’m not sure…) but I saved the little guy that was most important to me. My family was okay, I escaped from the disgusting prison I was held captive in from the beginning. 

This doesn’t usually happen with these particular dreams, so it was nice. 

Like I said, I’m not sure if this was due to the Calea, or if it was a simple coincidence…but either way, Tim and I have decided to take the herb through capsule next time…a few hours into sleep when we are entering that deep REM stage. 

I haven’t decided whether or not I want to try it as a hallucinogen…but I’m highly considering it. It is used that way by simply staying awake rather than using it during sleep. I guess it produces slight auditory and visual hallucinations…which I think would be pretty cool. 

I don’t have many reservations about it because of what I have read of it, and the fact that it is a natural substance. But we will see.

I am hoping it is more effective next time and that I have more definite results…hopefully some crazy cool dreams rather than crazy stressful ones…so wish us luck.

October 14th, 2012 // 4 notes
It’s strange how desensitized I am to the fact that my great uncle is dying right now.

I know if it were another family member, I probably would be mentally and physically breaking down right now. 

The truth is that I’ve never gotten to know my Uncle Art outside of obligatory family gatherings every several years. I have only exchanged shallow, obligatory words with him. I have only heard stories about him, and the things I’ve heard were never really good things. I have heard that he is quite a heartless man, actually.

It’s just so strange that I’m sitting here blogging about him dying as if it’s nothing, as if it’s what I ate for breakfast or my plans for the weekend. 

He is dying


People die every day in ways unimaginable. People I don’t know, or have never met. The fact that he is a family member should make me feel a deep sadness, but truthfully- it doesn’t. Because though he is a family member, he is a stranger.

It makes me wish I would have gotten to know him. It makes me realize that the next time I attend one of those same extended family gatherings, I am going to sit down with a stranger, a family member, and inquire. We grow up meeting these family members who aren’t so close, but not so far away, and we never inquire. We never think about it. 

I want to know why my Uncle Art was deemed such a bitter man. I want to understand him. I want to be able to feel something more than I’m feeling right now.

I’m sorry, Uncle Art. I will never know about your personal struggles, or who you really are.

I’m sorry that I didn’t think about this until I found out you are on life support, waiting to die. 

I’m sorry. 

October 12th, 2012 // 0 notes
I’m a pretty shitty penpal.

I have letters I received probably a month or so ago that I haven’t replied to…but I love them so much. 

I think I’ve realized it’s just something that comes naturally to me at certain times. I can’t force out a genuine letter, but I appreciate getting them and love writing them more than anything when I am feeling it. 

I hope my penpals understand this about me…I really hope they do. 

Anywho, the reason I’m writing this post is ‘cause I’m finally in the zone and cannot wait to spend this night writing rather than sleeping. 

Just…yes. 

October 12th, 2012 // 2 notes
After showering together, Tim and I walk out of le bathroom

and Justin says, “How was your showers times? Did you guys wear bathing suits?”

HA. Yep. Yeah. Totally. Sure did.

Except not. We were naked. We even shared the same towel…true love man.

Save water and shower with someone you love. Every two days. And share the same towel. And use biodegradable soaps and shampoos. 

I don’t know how more environmentally friendly we can get given our circumstances. 

This was supposed to be a short post but now it’s not. 

October 12th, 2012 // 1 note
Today.

Though I found it more difficult to wake up today than any other day since I’ve been up here in Flagstaff, it was nice to be able to finally just get up and get myself a cup of coffee. (Thanks Karen for the coffee pot)

I was late today, but my painting class went pretty well. It’s nice to finally be doing what I love again…and I really forgot how much I love oil paints…but really…it’s wonderful. I am excited to see where this piece goes, I’ve got some pretty wacky stuff in store.

Learned that I got 100 percent on my Art History exam….what even? I feel pretty proud of myself, considering it was my first college exam..so that’s good.

I had thought-provoking lunchtime conversation with Stephanie again today, which ended on a somewhat hopeless note…but we decided we wouldn’t blame one another for that fact. Just at that time in our lives where nothing makes sense, I guess.

My drawing professor made me kind of upset today because she gave us an assignment on something she spent (quite literally) ten minutes “teaching.” An assignment I spent about five hours on that I now have to re-do completely…sigh.

I’m now at home deciding whether or not I want to study for my Ethnic Relations exam tomorrow :/ but on the bright side, I just applied at Chipotle, Natural Grocers, Subway, and Michael’s. I am really hoping I can find a job sometime soon so that I can put money towards things like travels, tattoos, cats, and such. 

Being jobless in college is pretty lame, but I am trying my hardest to have a positive attitude and spread positive vibes from now on. I think Stephalump and I’s hopeless conversation is what did it for me. (See, it was good for something, yeah..?)

On to bigger and better things within myself…just jumpin’ in this time. 

October 8th, 2012 // 1 note
I have an urge to run away.

….really though. Can we just hit the road with no destination whatsoever?

October 7th, 2012 // 4 notes
jonasrhys24 replied to your photo: Wedding today. hey friend! you totes look like florence welch! rad dude!

Dude. I have been told this a lot and I will continue to take it as the coolest compliment ever! Thanks man (x

October 1st, 2012 // 1 note
Stephanie and I are Halloween soul mates…

…but apparently didn’t realize it until recently. (I just realized that title will probably be irrelevant to the rest of this post, but that’s alright.)

Also- tonight I went to my first Philanthropy Club meeting here at NAU and I’m kind of ridiculously excited for that. Yay for being ridiculously excited about things today.

But really…With my hopes being all demolished with other things recently, I think this will be good for me. 

September 27th, 2012 // 1 note
So I’m kind of ridiculously excited for my painting class now…

We are working from collages and my professor had us put together about ten then show them to him and he said he would help us pick out a good composition…he happened to like quite a few of mine but chose one that I didn’t feel too great about. Went with my gut and asked him to do another one that I felt more strongly about and now I have this great idea that I can’t wait to spill onto canvas. With oil paints, nonetheless. It is going to be amazing to start painting again for myself and I just yeah. Excitement all around. That is all.

September 26th, 2012 // 2 notes
It’s the little things.

Like when he strokes my hair and grabs me by the waist and kisses me and tells me I’m beautiful.

Then proceeds to say, “McKenzie, I have to tell you something..” I ask, “What?” and he replies with, “I really have to poop right now.”

I fall in love with him again every day, I swear. I don’t think a man has ever had the capacity to make me smile this much.

September 25th, 2012 // 4 notes
Doing everything all of the time naked because I can.

Gotta take advantage of this for the next two weeks…because soon, Justin moves in…and I won’t be able to be doing everything all of the time naked. </3

September 20th, 2012 // 2 notes
Let’s hope this all works out…

Computers in Art class isn’t turning out to be what I had expected…got approval to change the time of my Women’s Roles and Experience in Asian Religions class…now I just need to see if I can get into this Ethnic Studies class.

If I can’t, I literally have no idea what I am going to do because this computers class is ridiculous and I don’t know what other class to replace it with. :/

Sigh.

August 30th, 2012 // 0 notes
I am surrounded by beautiful people.

My friends are the best, let me just say that..

Meg and Amiel surprised me with a nice “goodbye” dinner at my favorite restaurant with some of my favorite people…then Amiel graciously gifted me with an amazing piece of his artwork..and when I got home, there was a gift sitting on the bed with a card attached from Meg’s family wishing Tim and I good luck with our new life…it’s a soft, plush blanket to keep us warm this winter. (:

So I’d say, overall, it’s been an awesome last night in Phoenix.

Thank you, everyone for making it happen. I’ve got the warm-fuzzies.

August 23rd, 2012 // 5 notes
When we watched this movie in Greensboro, I was very tired and fell in and out of sleep- this was the only line that stuck in my brain and so I wrote it down.
There’s nothing that the road cannot heal.
August 22nd, 2012 // 4 notes
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