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Mescalito sketch update, and 😭angry small peyote if you scroll to the end.

San Pedro doesn't ask if you're ready, even if you're sketching.

He just opens.

I've been painting him for weeks. Every time I sit down I think I know what's coming and every time his face comes through different. More patient. More ancient. More amused by how long it took me to start listening.

The moon at his brow isn't decoration. It's a timer. A marker of the tides you don't control — the ones that move through you whether you invited them or not.

He is the medicine that loves you enough to show you what you've been hiding from yourself.

Not gently.

Accurately.

This sketch came through at 2am. The cactus columns grew into the crown before I decided they would. The crescent settled at the third eye because that's where it belongs — where the inner sight lives, where the visions enter, where you stop being the one asking questions and become the one receiving answers.

He's been a presence in my practice long before I understood what that meant.

Mescalito sketch update, and 😭angry small peyote if you scroll to the end.

San Pedro doesn't ask if you're ready, even if you're sketching.

He just opens.

I've been painting him for weeks. Every time I sit down I think I know what's coming and every time his face comes through different. More patient. More ancient. More amused by how long it took me to start listening.

The moon at his brow isn't decoration. It's a timer. A marker of the tides you don't control — the ones that move through you whether you invited them or not.

He is the medicine that loves you enough to show you what you've been hiding from yourself.

Not gently.

Accurately.

This sketch came through at 2am. The cactus columns grew into the crown before I decided they would. The crescent settled at the third eye because that's where it belongs — where the inner sight lives, where the visions enter, where you stop being the one asking questions and become the one receiving answers.

He's been a presence in my practice long before I understood what that meant.

Sketching Spirits of Nature — Mescalito & San Pedro 🌵

From blank page to living spirit — watch as the ancient plant teachers take form through pencil and ink. Mescalito and San Pedro speak in curves, antlers, and wild green energy. Every line channeled, every detail intentional.

This is what it looks like when you let the medicine guide the hand. No plan, just presence — surrendering to the vision and trusting the process. 🍃

These plant spirits carry wisdom older than words. Drawing them is a form of prayer, a way of saying: I see you. I honor you.

🌱 Process: rough sketch → refining lines → adding botanical details → bringing the spirit forward with color and intention

Say hello to Mescalito Curandero 🍃🫡🧹🧹

Mescalito Spirit Altar

Nights pass as I dedicate my hands in channeling the Spirit world, what started out as a Jupiter-Venus rite out of need, the need to find solution, luck and exaltation in a complex situation, turned out to be not only a solution, but a burst of inspiration and roads opening in forgotten trails, where snakes slither. 🧹🐍