The crown is beef. The third eye is beer. The throat is onions. The heart is garlic.

The solar plexus. Peppers. The sacral is beans. The root is the ground chilies.

Muladara.

The spices blend with the first oils.

The oils temper the onions, Vesuda.

The onions caramelize in truth.

The tempers the base, absorbs the heat, soaks in the fat.

Anahada, the heart, garlic, it must not burn, it must

come after, everything in its place. The journey of one ingredient is the journey of them all.

Manapura, do you feel it? The coming together, the wholeness, what is God? Sahasrara.

Establish the fine. The first invention was thought and then came light. Do you feel it?

It's like if DMT smoked crack. Can you see between the layers of the universe presented to us?

Can you divide it all up? In the pot, it looks separate. But then, Ajna, the third eye, the beer, rendered inert by heat and makes a separate hole.

Then, and only then, Swadistana, the lid, the binding, the beams, absorbs,

thickens, the pot is a man. The chili's been bound, never to be unbound. The chili cannot be

isolated to its lesser parts. Do you feel? Do you understand? Do you trust me? Are you jealous

of the chili? Are you whole? The chili is alive. Put your ear close to you.

Do you hear it?

Get closer.

No, closer to that bean floating on the top right there.

Do you hear it?

Yes.

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