I grew up with half my family living in a small town and the other half living on a farm. In the city there was bike riding on the streets, going over to friends houses, and lots of television and spending time indoors. In the country we would walk in the woods, play hide and …
“Free Unfettered Shriven Free – Dream that what is dreamed will be: Old eyes clasped shut until they see, And sing the silent prophecy – And be – Unfettered Shriven Free.” –Stephen R Donaldson, The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant Rage Friday evening our journey with heart medicine ended unlike in previous ceremonies. There was …
“It is characteristic that dreams never express themselves in a logical, abstract way but always in the language of parable or simile.” -Carl Jung When writing, it’s generally considered bad form to indicate that something can’t be described in words. Yet this is precisely the challenge when writing about this work- finding words that convey …
This is the prologue to my forthcoming book, And There Was Light: How MDMA Saved My Life — I raised the barrel of the gun to my forehead, aimed it so that the bullet would damage as much brain matter as possible, and pulled the trigger. Drunk and crying in the dark room I was …
When you learn that a parent has died, there is supposed to be a sense of loss and remembering the good times. There should be nostalgia, smiles through tears, laughter at silly things that happened when you were small. Sadly, this was not so for me. I learned last night that my father shuffled off …
