Songs are the Key to Heaven

I am guided by dreams. My life's trajectory has been directly influenced by dreams and visions. Once, several years ago at a party in Portland, I had this very profound psychedelic experience, which had been awaken only through chanting and dancing. I found myself outside next to the curb, feeling this strong sense that in order to be allowed into Heaven, you must learn how to sing a heavenly song. Your heart must feel it so deeply that your heart pours forth, becoming the key, through the frequency of feeling from the soul of the song. That was the sense I received in that moment. This sense echoed through to years later, when I woke up from a dream I had in Cusco Peru, the morning of my first visit to Saqsaywaman and my encounter with a random young Quechuan gentleman who toured me around Saqsaywaman, making Coca Leaf offerings and doing meditations at various sites. That morning, I had awoken from the most profound Lucid dream, which gave to me a clear vision of my life's work and what my purpose on earth is. I share with you the journalled story fresh from that moment, in June of 2007.

WE were all together - Portland, West Coast, Tribe Vibe Crew - we were all together doing something.. I don't really know what.. When someone informed us that someone had gone down to a basement somewhere in some building like a library or a university storage room, and they'd found a coca leaf key and turned the key in the keyhole and suddenly a doorway opened up into another world, a direct doorway to hell. Suddenly, a very open channel was open between 'regular reality' and 'hell reality' and there was a massive, epic long portal passageway, like a tunnel that required descending down into to get down there.. But the doorway was now open.The Portland Community came together to figure out how to deal with this situation. We decided to band together and try to walk down the tunnel together. Some intrepid explorers already had, and described the experience as a claustrophobic descent into a mole tunnel where everything felt like it was crumbling into ash and there were worms and maggots crawling out of every crevice. I felt like the best armor in this process was joy, full on life force energy, self-strength, trusting and surrendering in the divine, and SONG.So, as a band of compatriots, we gathered together at the entrance and we were all nervous, as it was a doorway into a descending mire of hell and the energy was stagnant and creepy. We were afraid of what might emerge, what demons might emerge to harm or kill us all...And as we were standing there, I got the idea that it would be best to meditate, center myself, and start singing like a motherfucking joyful ecstatic. So that's what I did, I started singing ecstatically at the entrance to hell. I started pounding the ground with my feet, I started clapping up a storm, I started raising some crazy freaking joy. And suddenly, creatures started to emerge from the tunnel. And they were stunned to see the daylight again. They bathed in life force energy and were renewed and began smiling and crying uncontrollably. People, not demons, began emerging from the tunnel. Hundreds of people emerged, many from all walks of life, all kinds of faces, personalities, hairstyles, etc... They all started walking into the life force energy, getting bathed in joy and love and they were suddenly FREE.Suddenly, people from all over the world started emerging. I saw people from SE Asia emerge, I saw African people emerge. I saw Latinos emerge. Hundreds of people were emerging out of the tunnel from hell. No longer fearful, I decided to keep singing and walk into the tunnel and see what happened.... I only managed to walk about 20 feet into the pitch black tunnel when I felt a strong energetic field and I put my arm into the field and it felt like it began to melt into some sort of decomposing melting feeling. It was heavy and overwhelmed with toxicity. It was completely rejecting me. I wasn't allowed past the force field, which by the way, had an almost dimensional shift about it, it was almost psychedelic and electric in its frequency, in the sense that it meant that I would have to shift dimensions in order to go beyond the force field and further down the tunnel into hell.So, I decided I wasn't needed down there, and I just decided to return to the tunnel entrance and continue singing up a motherfucking storm. I was dancing and going crazy. And the whole portland crew was like a big 'welcome home' committee, hugging all the refugees as they came out of the tunnel, giving them food, and hugs and love.But then it was time to close the tunnel door temporarily because it was time to move on. So I closed the door and safely locked the door. I made sure that I could get as much of the door covered so that none of the demons could emerge, but there was a tiny space at the bottom where small things could easily emerge.Suddenly, I peeked under the door to see how much space was left uncovered, and I began crying out - 'Compassion, Compassion' down into the tunnel. And suddenly I heard the massive thumping sounds of an enormous beast coming out from the tunnel... I began singing up a storm with one of my most favorite, joyful songs. And he came to the door. He was an enormous ogre, with one eye, and his brain was rotted to mush. Much like an Orc, with almost no feeling left. He was a Monster. And yet I wasn't frightened. I remembered compassion and he began weeping and sobbing uncontrollably. And I told him that I could tell him how to shapeshift into a bird so that he could fly out from underneath the door out the crack. And suddenly, he transformed into a bird.And I woke up.And When I woke up, I woke up with the biggest smile on my face, with the deepest happiness in my heart, with the most profound knowing of my real lifes work. Feeling the complete calling of the spirits for my soul mission. I woke up singing uncontrollably. I woke up completely psychedelic and emerged into my bed with total energy.

Painting by Jarah Tree