Love, light and the dark journey to relationship Marooned on the floor of a cramped Thai bathroom, huddled in on myself, vomiting through the nose: alcohol, sleeping pills, curry. It was a good night out. There was dancing. I rose above. Now it is the … Continue readingAyahuasca: Demonizing the cry for help
Full of demons (a true story on the meaning of darkness) “Why didn’t you tell me,” said the shaman, puffing solemnly on his pipe, “that you were full of demons.” I shrugged my shoulders, staring at the dusty floor: “I didn’t really know what … Continue readingAyahuasca: Black magic, demons and seeing clearly in the dark
“I promise, by the time you finish that cookie…”
Stumbling down the sweaty and tortuous jungle path deeply, you may happen upon Plumb Shack, an oasis for the curious, confused and quietly desperate wayfarer of consciousness. The bearded strolling weasel over there is me. Don’t be alarmed; I used to be civilized and … Continue readingPlant Diets — Reflections from Plumb Shack
I can’t remember now how I heard about it. Online somewhere I suppose, probably in my perusal of websites made for people like me who were seeking to transcend the suffocating weight of a Saturday morning by inserting a canister of nutmeg into their anus.