After spending many moons gazing at the glory of Heaven’s Gate, we were asked to go deeper. It’s why we came. It’s why we trekked thousands of miles, endured a wildly dangerous bus ride, and agreed to release every conceivable wall. We needed to know the Secrets. The Huachuma had sucked us all into the [...]
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Right then, we were on the bus to Heaven’s Gate, clutching symbolic rocks, musing on slaughtered journalists and past lives, and relishing the last moments of an unveiled reality. We reached the top of the mountain after a long, treacherous climb. Flashes of the real world, and all it’s fear-filled consciousness, keep sneaking back into [...]
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The bus was scattered with every last traveler; 12 in all, including Howard. The Huachuma sunk in with deepening dives; every breath sent me deeper and higher. Z sat next to me, so silent and intense, so I flipped on my favorite all time album (Sigur Ros: Takk) and got a little lost. We stopped [...]
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This is the last installment for the most recent Amazon trip. The last play by play, but certainly not the last revelation. I have taken my second cup of Huachuma, along with just a few other seekers, and I am not *in* the world anymore, I am the world. I look at my hands and [...]
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So this breathing thing – it tastes like honey. I am alive and that’s the focus. I feel electrified and driven, but still walled up inside, guarded by demons in case the phone rings and death answers again. I haven’t yet let myself miss daddy, but I did get lost in the Hollywood Hills this [...]
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