I take the large bag of dried mushrooms, dump into the blender, pour water in, turn it on. In one frenzied swoop of defiance against my ever safe, vigilant, BORING SELF WHO DOESN”T WANT TO DIE TO HIS FORMER SELVES EVERY moment and still expects safety. I must act quickly before the administrators in my… Read More 10 gram mushroom trip- The Heaven on Earth trip
BECAUSE it means: -phonies and fakes know they can’t run their game with me or use me as their role player to read their script of a fake life. I’m not a well trained Rockette on Broadway who is obsessed with learning my moves down to the millisecond and inch, I don’t care if you… Read More I’m awkward and I love that about myself
I have this idea fishing that I do each night when I go to sleep and I seem to have a huge catch of fish (ideas) but somehow when the net comes up ( I wake up) , most of the fish slip through the net. How many of us are in foxhole partnerships? We… Read More Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
My uncle scoffs at marijuana legalization as he downs his third scotch rocks at Thanksgiving dinner. I breathe out, no point in arguing with brainwashing, the media in the 60’s was damn good at brainwashing, they made propaganda into an art, flawless execution, gota hand it to them. Still going strong. As of this year,… Read More ________________ changed my life
As I sat on the shore of the bay this weekend, in a chair. I thought about the people close to me, in my life, each of them as a child, in my mind’s eye, with my eyes closed. The innocent, perfect, silly creatures they were in the first 5-10 years of life.… Read More Inner Healing Intelligence.
“You say you would like to sit beside me while I write. Listen, in that case I could not write at all. For writing means revealing oneself to excess, that utmost of self-revelation and surrender… that is why one can never be alone enough when one writes…why even night is not enough.”… Read More Solitude for an introvert: A Love Story
I step up to the altar where Don Carlos hands me the cup. The aroma finds my nostrils and I feel my throat muscles contract in protest. I give pause for five seconds, trying to convey reverence to the four maestros sitting behind the altar. The altar is adorned with jaguar skulls, 20… Read More My 2nd Ayahuasca Ceremony-“White-knuckle cosmic sleigh ride”/Hitting the Wall
The Sober Hombre 