A boy’s quest to remember his true nature [Fantasy fiction inspired by an ayahuasca journey in Putumayo, Colombia] — The boy sat on Alexander’s shoulders as they marched on. He hugged Alexander’s thick neck, gazing at the sky. “What’s going on with the sky?” The boy asked Alexander, his mouth ajar and eyes wide with wonder. The star-speckled sky twisted and distorted color like a kaleidoscope. …

A boy’s quest to remember his true nature [Fantasy fiction inspired by an ayahuasca journey in Putumayo, Colombia] — The boy opened his eyes in a strange land. He lay motionless, face up on a bed of glistening green grass, staring dead-eyed into nothingness. A shooting star entered his periphery, carving a silver trail through a deep purple sky. At that moment, he jolted upright, coming back into his…

In July 2022, I wrote about gaining new hope after back-to-back ayahuasca ceremonies. I ended that post with this: My life is seemingly falling apart. I’ve lost my job, I’ve broken up with my girlfriend of 6 months, and I’ve got one month left on my visa. I keep thinking…

I wandered off the healing path I found last year. My thoughts had become darker. And by darker, I mean thinking it would be easier not to live. So, yeah, not so positive. I think it’s because I’ve been feeling stuck. Stuck in an unfulfilling job. Financially unsafe. And knowing…

I’ve been feeling off. As if I’d lost my way on the healing path I’d found last year. My thoughts have become darker. And by darker I mean, thinking it would be easier not to live. So, yeah, not the most positive right now. Why am I having these thoughts…

I dropped the 4th dose 50 metres from the beach in Bahía Solano — on the pacific coast of Colombia. I walked barefoot across the dark, wet sand with my girlfriend.

This morning, something strange happened. I took the micro dose as usual, but this time I trained Jiu-Jitsu straight after. Thirty minutes into the session, the sensation hit me. It came on stronger than before. The energy in my body. The acidic burn in my chest. The lightness in my…

It’s a national holiday today in Colombia (don’t ask me what for — they have so many). The city is calm. No street vendors, cars, or chatter on the streets outside my window. It’s been 2 hours since I took the micro dose and I feel as calm as the…

My puppy, Richie, pawed at my arm. My phone showed 6:10am. The dog trainer would arrive in a few hours. I’ll have enough time to sort out Rich and start my psilocybin micro-dose with a mini ceremony, I thought. On my desk, overlooking the Medellín mountainside, I lit some copal…