CORY VAN LEW

Im still learning about her myself as I never knew about this divine spirit before my last prayer. Deep into a psilocin journey, my body dug into a sandy beach next to a very active ocean in Puerto Rico. I began to have this uncontrollable urge to finish a face that I was seeing in the sand from the orange light of the fire bouncing off the imprints in the sand. While my other tribe members were channeling a song, I was compelled to draw with my fingers to finish the figure I was seeing so that someone else could make something of my visions. As the music began to intensify, the drawing turned into a tapping with both index fingers. Seemingly printing some sort of ancient mask into the sand. What it was, I didnt know. I mentioned to my medicine man after the song was done that I had been channeling some sort of figure into the sand. We all took a look and this was what was there...