By Anna Neon Eva

NEON EVA STORE

2011-10-29T01:56:00.000-07:00

....Coming soon. www.neoneva.com

Well, Hello Virtual World!

Here I am, again. And life has been taking me this year, to new places. As every year, I learn to re-invent myself, my residency and my occupation.

This time, I have began to build an online store with lots of wonderful goodies from South America (in particular Mexico and Guatemala)

But this is just the beginning. Soon to come:

A full on trip-psych & funk-a-delic online store with consignment artists and especially Mayan Clothing.

All handmade, completley colorful and psychedelic patterns, hippie fashion deluxe and definintely trippy wear. Find anything for your house and decorations, clothing, accessories, art and shoes. And as special I might add one or two fantastic goodies, such as Mimosa Hostilis/ Tepezcouhite Seeds. For our super involved trippy crowd out there!

So keep checking in, soon to launch:

www.neoneva.com ----> THE NEON EVA STORE (ONLINE)

Mayan Fashion, Mexican Fashion, Native American Fashion, Indiginous Fashion, Hippie Fashion, Trippy Fashion, Psychedelic Fashion, Traditional South American Clothing, Artist Consignment Store, Unique and Handmade Artisan Clothing!

All for sale! :) SOON

Honored...

2011-06-05T19:52:00.000-07:00

One of the most beautiful things for me to experience if my art work inspires other people...and they create furhter from my initiation. For me one form of happiness is to create art and the biggest gifts for me is to receive art made for me! ;) This is a big thanks and lots of love and respect going to Elena Kulikova who I only had a brief encountering with but in this moment I learned so much from this beautiful soul and I am impressed by her eyes and imagination. Check her website and the best photos ever taken of my art work:

www.elenakulikova.com
www.elenakulikovastudios.com
www.webelovers.com

and check my artist page: www.annaeva.at

The One And Only Dominator

2011-05-19T16:39:00.000-07:00

I know that tears taste salty. I felt a perfectly carved hole in my heart.

I need no sleep

I need nothing to eat.

I could just live as if I was thin air passing by a cloud.

I never minded the rain. Barefooted did I dance on the street.

Tell me how to function if not think.

Tell me who to be.

-------

One morning I woke up with gray hair.

Looking in the mirror, wondering who I am?

Anna:

Stand still. Stand up. Sit down. Go run. Leave. But come back. Hold me. Hit me.

The brain slapped to the ground. My mind was splattered in mud-

If I could just run free?

You may be in search of the light. But I am looking for freedom.

You may be worried about your image, your popularity and own spot light.

But I will be sitting on the nearest swing falling from the sky.

I will be- a kid.

A big kid swinging high.

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The One and Only Creator

2011-05-19T16:28:00.001-07:00

Part 2 (the one and only dominator)

What can be done?

If the one and only dominator are the obstacles that keep you from achieving your dreams. Than welcome resentment. That black dot in your life that keeps you from moving. That keeps your head out of place and everything you give into space are called bad vibes.

Our hippie attitude can be nice, since we try so hard to be herbal, natural and healthy at the glimpse. A smoking vegetarian at the edge to surf on rock.

The one and only dominator so far was that rock in my heart that kept me from moving out of that gray zone. Gray zone is the alarm clock that rings: alone. Alone to your thoughts, alone in negativity. Alone in hate?

Apart from the dominator, there has been a creator. Namely the essence of being. The only creator is love. Love for yourself and here concludes love for each other. If I cannot equally love one another as I love myself...love cannot be true. And I will search everywhere else besides in the answers I can only teach myself.

Starting simple with honesty. Followed by a clap on the shoulder. An approach to change eternity (or eternal things) into something better.
As the choice is to grow or decay.

There ain't no gray space!!!!

Fully committed I will go ahead and do my best, rather than trying to be what I once had dreamed of.

PLANET I

2011-05-19T16:15:00.001-07:00

"Oneness is Reality. Separateness is an Illusion."

We found ourselves wrapped into our individuality believing this makes us different of all. Unique as we are, alike as we function. Our subconscious is in flowing communication. Only that we can't hear, just feel at the glimpse of a suspicion.

We wished, we hoped, we wondered and we doubted. We undermined your faces with bold mental notes of our objections. As it got late, we went to bed- thinking upon your differences that we started to neglect.

"If there was no if, or and but- I'd be a millionaire today". No doubts.

"But, If and When"- just started to enter the room. And I took them on a tour. We slept with each other all night and wondered if I would be any better if it was not for all the doubts?

Ahoi-

Somewhere the connection is getting foul. The fool I supposed to be on the other line.

"That is just how he is." And she turned the page.

"That is just how I am." And she started to write a new chapter.

"This is what we are united (You 'n' I-did)." And she left the page open, blank with the finger tip on the space button.

The to- do list was endless. The time was an unknown denominator. The fruit/The effect/=the outcome was the sum of the contribution of each others existence.

You can spread seeds across the world- it has been done in our eyes.

But the fruits only grew from the nourished ones, the ones that grew high into the sky.

The super mind was empowered to look beyond limitations.

And we were given the choice of creation.

Then and Now

2011-04-10T07:44:00.000-07:00

Some unfinished notes from 11/20-/2010

From foreign to familiar.
Storms & Dust.
Just another feeling of internal lust.
The longing of closeness.
The longing of warmness.
Yet the window has been closed.
The door was locked.
Behind these bars we call home, nestled into our beds alone.
Outside there are storms and dust. Waiting to eat all my lust.
The lust to touch your heart....
to have my hand reach far inside of your heart.

Down the tunnels of dark matter.
Touching right through your physical existence....
into the realm of light weight that dissipates sharks into bright skies that merge into the night.

A bubble bursting to ignite a reflection of your true colors.
May faith carry me on to continue the search of being gifted with blossoming love.
What we sprouted was a spark...
a spark of fulfillment that only glowed through one restless night.

What we got is a miscarriage of love.
Something was born that can't function yet survive the lonely nights of storms & dust.
This feeling is back of cutting myself right through my starving heart with a blade that is longer than any kitchen knife.
What is that feeling that keeps reincarnating through my awakening of love?

It's like I want to kill myself for failing to receive what I deserve to experience.
I have so much love for you, make a name for any human cause. It's only that there is no one who wants to open their door.

(Sesame oeffne dich)

Let me in, lock me out.
How many more times can I knock on the walls of an empty heart?
Where is the key to force myself inside?
The key is just a blade, that keeps killing me.
Over & over again!

I don't want this to be eternally.
Would someone just prove me wrong for more then just one night?
Would someone just allow me to express how much I have to give?
I had every man kind that allowed this expression but I have never seen the like minded inspiration.

Pure desperation seems to be leading the way of being ins search of satisfaction.

Ignite this fire of self love for me to continue on with out any need to be preserved from love.
Neglected to open ones door with a key of pure misery.

I want to meet someone that has no safe to decode.
Openness to oneness.
No bars,
no locks,
no doors,
no puzzles,
no labyrinth,
no walls,
no ego,
no prison,
no bubble to burst,
no trouble to cure.
no secrets to unfold,
no problems to be solved.
No one-ways please
no quiz to guess upon.
No grave to wake beyond.
No dead fish to shake beneath deep waters.
No horse to tame.
No burdens to hurt or burn.
No mountains to climb.
No bridges to cross.
No storms to wear us out.
No dust to cover our house.
No lust to fear.
No souls of cold.
No borders to separate us.
No debt to pay.
No jealousy to delay.
No love decay.

No fairy tales to tell.
No anger to yell.
No hell to heavens.
No joke poisoning.
No pain injections.
No false reflections.
No fumes too low to ride on.
No hunger to starve from.

No emptiness to fill in.
No figures to draw.
No judgment to be made.
No love that can fade.

No birth to be given without a meaning.
No measurements to control our feelings.
No foreign to feel familiar with.
No ideas of doubt to kill us with.
No shadow from light.
No wings that can't fly.
No dreams that are crushed.
No wishes that are to be unheard.
No ownership to be granted.
No time to be wasted.

No warning to become a sign.
No danger to become a crime.
No visions to be blind.
No breath to be taken.
No words to be swallowed/mistaken.
No rules to be fooled.
No harm to be charmed.

No curse to disturb us.
No dullness to be polished.
No finger to be crossed.
No faith to be lost.
No trust to be broken.
No separation of hesitation.

No hells to heaven.
No pain to gain.
No tears to rain.
No games to play.

No fever ray.
No filters needed to purify.
No killers needed to survive.
No falls needed to rise.
No pride surprise.
No lies to hide.

No time to make us late.
No heavy weight.
No worlds to collide.
No fountains to go dry.
No love that dies.

No ties that need to be cut.
No knots that need to be untied.
No ends to happiness.
No means to an end.
No artificial flavoring needed to taste this love.

No additives needed for it's existence to be equal.
No value needed for the equation to be worth the calculation.
No hearts needed to be the bulls eye of a dart board.

No crutches needed to carry on.
No bleeding wounds for band aids needed.
No safety needed for belts either.
No fiction needs to ever be written upon this story to be told.

May the butter,
fly from our bellies into the softest colors of freedom.
So that we both can feel the same....
One Love

The lightning bolt

2011-04-10T05:51:00.000-07:00

Going for a ride...wanna join?

This Year's....BREAKING MUSHROOM NEWS

2011-04-10T05:41:00.000-07:00

BREAKING MUSHROOM NEWS (the good news channel!!!)

Harvest is really looking great this year. It's like the season is never ending!!!! And don't believe the old school mushroom books that tell you forging is OVER....because it's not true. My mushroom lover buddy is still finding them (the psilocybe cyanesence kind) on a weekly basis in San Francisco! Time to change the books ;) check shroomery.com for more info.

Promise....

2011-02-25T20:08:00.000-08:00

....to lick my plate every time I have the pleasure to eat at my buddies Sean! He is the best personal cook for hire in San Francisco. And also a food blogger, if you are a food lover! (But watch out: Stoner's become codependent--- that's guaranteed.)

Check out his blog: http://gourmanderer.blogspot.com/

Gourmanderer is WORKING IT!

These shakes!!! My absolute favorite!!

fffffffffffffound in SF

2011-02-19T20:07:00.000-08:00

Alien maze made with rocks representing an abstract Mayan calendar ;) ha ha. Funny thing is, where did the rocks come from? There were no other rocks spotted near by, only sand. Ffffffffffound near sutro baths in SF.

ffffound evidence!!!! George Washington was a grower!

"Himmelsstiege" (The stairs to heaven). When I was 14 years old I lived in a small Austrian town and went to boarding school on top of a hill. I had to walk about three times the amount of stairs to get from town, back home or to school. The stairs were named the stairs to heaven. But these here, truly much more speak for it's name I am giving it. Beautiful mosaic art project fffffffound in SF @ Moraga & 16th Ave in the sunset. The walk is way worth it. The view is breath taking and you can't tell unless you walk all of them stairs!

And here you can ffffffind some cool other (unrelated) things: http://ffffound.com

Neon Angels

2011-02-18T12:27:00.000-08:00

You gotta love the Neon Angels....Hey I mean:

Everybody who is ever on fire. Now is time for your desires!

And who ever wants to open up a Neon Angel band with me for comeback. Hit me up!

Psilocybe Cyanescens

2010-12-15T23:14:00.000-08:00

One of my new discoveries of the magic our world has to offer is this new friend of mine "Psilocybe Cyanescens" (cyan-type of blue, escens- essence) who's spirit I found in the high peaking parks of San Francisco. Or like others say "the mushroom founds you".

Luckily a mushroom guru friend of mine had given me a tour and explained me all the safe basics needed to know in hunting, finding and harvesting a REAL Psilocybe Cyanescens mushroom fresh from San Francisco! My new love and hobby is to go on daily mushroom hunts and to revisit my gardens to pick more mushrooms every couple days. Further I am obsessed of learning more upon all the different kinds we find in California and also recipes and the purest extractions for scientific research.

I went for three days this week on a 1-4 hour hike to several different parks and found on average anywhere from 1/4 to 2 ounces of fresh mushrooms. Here is a photo from day 2 harvest:

Here are some necessary tips if you are looking to find some magic mushrooms in your environment:

Where to look and find P. Cyanescens:

You can find it anytime from December through March/April in moist, foggy, wet areas. Wood chips, wood logs are a great place to look, on the edges where grass grow. Sometimes you notice many other kind of mushrooms near by, that is always a good sign for finding them. You will find many at a time too but they are small and you need a good eye because the caramel colored cap looks wet and blends in very with it's surroundings. Usually I try to "communicate" with the mushroom spirit while I am searching for it and often it's been the case that the spirit has revealed itself to me, in times when I least expected it or as I was close to giving up, but one good tip is to keep looking and trusting and not giving up after the first park. Even slightly urban areas work well, it can be a park where there is lots of foot and paw traffic, sometimes on the side of the road. San Francisco is considered a hot spot for those particular mushrooms as they like to live near pacific coastal vegetation.

How to pick:

Once you discovered your first little garden, be careful that you don't step on them! That is a good rule for searching for mushrooms, many of them are so small and blend in that you really need to watch your step. Once spotted, make sure you are conscious upon which ones you take. A key rule to all mushrooms hunters is to not take all of the mushrooms! That way you can harvest much more and the spores will continue to spread and will keep the mushroom alive in the area spotted. It
would be completely disrespectful to take all of them. Leave a view small ones and definitely take all the big ones as they are getting old either way, also take the ones that broke off or are pulled out of the soil. I usually take a fork and a fabric type grocery bag with me and dig the fork into the soil and pull out the entire mushroom family. I handle the mushrooms with care, like little babies. Best would be if you have a waxed paper and to wrap them in waxed paper. Don't put them in a plastic zip lock bag and close it because that will make the mushrooms soggy.

How to recognize Psilocybe Cyanescens:

Look at many different images on the web as the look can vary depending on the stage of the mushroom (upturned cap/pileus with age for instance) or location but in my opinion a few things are key and easy to spot:

*the cap is caramel colored and it looks very shiny almost wet looking
*the stem is always white and very sturdy with blue mold looking prints on it called bruising
(you can also find this blue-grayish print on the rim of the cap sometimes)
* small baby mushrooms will have a very vivid "spider web" like material between the stem and the cap
*also, check the gills that they look like they should

So, once you are sure you found what you were looking for and have a bag full of fresh P. Cyanescens take them home and clean them with your fingers and a knife of blade carefully to scrape off dirt from the stem also wash them with water not too hot or cold water. They dry very well on news paper. But until you actually confirmed you spotted out the right garden stash, make sure you take a spore print before consuming. A spore print is taken over night by placing the fresh mushroom either on a glass surface or white piece of paper. Softly bend the stem or give it a small cut so you can press the cap onto the piece of paper and leave it over night on the surface. The next day the mushroom will leave a visible spore print on the piece of paper varying with color. Make sure you have a purple brown color once you take the mushroom away from the surface the next day. If it's orange or rustic brown then beware that this one is most likely poisonous and it's the only similar kind to watch out for!

This kind is called Galerina and looks pretty much very similar only that it will always have a ring (sorry don't know the scientific name for it) around the stem close to the cap. Here is an example of the Galerina, the one you don't want to harvest ;) But I think the difference is easy to see.

Anyhow, I would love to exchange information and experiences with people that share the same love or also if you would like to join a hunt please contact me.
Further, please do you own research and don't use this blog as reference. If you would like to found a magic mushroom society please contact me! :)

Get your magic shroom on! Now is the time :)

Hello World

2010-12-15T21:58:00.000-08:00

This is a new online diary upon my findings in nature and the universe, thoughts and poetry and general blogging.