Cancer diagnosis is a sudden, terrifying visa stamp to The Kingdom of The Sick. I took that journey. On the way I was faced with a labyrinth of dread options, strange people, murder stories, nightmares and flickers of hope and brightness that invited me to step in, let go, and fall deeper down the rabbithole. … More The Blood Rose ~ Cervical Cancer ~ the cave you fear to enter. Part II
Beware ye pilgrims who be messing with the sacred medicina! It is well past time to call this out: real people ARE dying in ayahuasca ceremonies – and not all those deaths are accidental. The Vine of the Dead always came with a curse, so beware the cup you drink from! For more insight to Ayahuasca; … More Whoring the Goddess – Ayahuasca takes her revenge.
When you’ve worn out your Havaianas traipsing from yoga to kirtan via every sideshow spruker selling ways to clean your aura, change your diet, flush your poo hole, pump your chakras, cure your cancer – or your sadness – and you’re still not feeling the luurve – it’s finally time… you’re ready my friend, for a holy moment with … More The Shit Whisperer
As ayahuasca tourism explodes into a frenzy of expensive retreats, gringo-shamanism, one-night love-ins, and do-it-yourself thrill-seeking across the planet – a shaman from the Amazon sends a postcard on which he writes, only this…. beware the kiss of the vine of death. If you were sick, I mean really – and abandoned on a sandbank in the Amazon -would … More The Bitter Cup: Ayahuasca – beware the hand that serves you
Could the wounded human love story be the tearing open of the bud to a truly Divine Romance? Huge, hard, kinky, tantra, boots and whips and puppies. Ice creams, gags, wax and weird conjugations of the kundalini…. since when did sensuality form this venomous helix with suffering? And where, on our wounded Earth, is all this going … More The Beautiful Suffering
It was a long ride out. About two years, in all… but the final push was a grind, lurch, scramble out of Cuenca, through sunsnakes that rose over the baked-down rubble and concrete to Guayaquil’s inconvenient bus terminal, before plonking down in the right seat on the wrong bus. There was a slight commotion that … More Eat shit and die…
A continuation of a one woman’s quest to make sense of various things (and a small, fluffy dog’s endurance of it) …. Well, it appears that most everything, still, hinges on secrets and lies. Secrets and lies. … and lashings of confusion, red wine and procrastination… if that’s what you call it! After boldly declaring … More Blame it on the Sushi
The Key to Enlightenment I’ve never been one to ‘buy American’. I don’t go for Macs, Levis, Victoria’s Secret or Oreos. I will admit to contradicting for the sake of The Red Hot Chili Peppers and Annie de Franco, but in the main, no – I don’t ‘buy’ the American thing. Especially when it comes … More Malice in Underland – Part One
More cool vibes from the playlists of the folk teaching, playing and doing The Good Work at this year’s Bali Spirit Festival …follow the beat to our tropical island paradise, and join the party, wherever you are! Feel the Magic, ride the vibe to Bali here…
Vilcabamba artist, James Birthrong, talks to a difficult bitch about love, drugs and the higher ground on the eve of his latest show, First Harvest, opening this Friday in Ecuador. The artist smokes. He eats meat if he wants to, gambles, swears, describes himself as try-sexual (“I’ll try anything, twice!”)… and is brave enough to be interviewed … More Man of Flowers
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