This is an expansion on an earlier article I wrote several years ago. I’ve since had a lot more experience in the medicine world and after a rough count, I estimate I’ve witnessed around 2000 individual processes in a wide variety of people from all walks of life, mostly with…

In pre-covid times a mandate was an occasion to have a nice meal and a beer with your platonic male friends so you could complain about the women in your life. Nowadays, a mandate is some kind of authoritarian method of forcing you to violate your bodily sovereignty at the…

DAMN YOU IBOGA. I’d been feeling the call for a few weeks now. A big chapter in my life had come to a close. I’d just turned 40. I’d left Darwin, my beloved home for the past three years, stability dissappearing in the rearview mirror as I drove aimlessly…

SUMMER APOCALYPSE TRAINING I’m currently stranded in the Northern Rivers area of Australia, waiting for the flooded roads to clear so the fuel trucks can resupply the petrol stations to help me continue my passage northwards. Luckily for me I’m 200 metres above sea level in my friend’s weatherbeaten house, perched atop a…

*I would just like to preface this article by saying that there is a big story unfolding right now with just as many narratives as there are characters, and so what I detail in this piece is just my specific corner of the story, as told to me by a…

WOMBERS AND FREELINGS — A SCI-NON-FI FABLE: Once beneath a time, there was a fictional planet that went by the completely made-up name of Aerth. Lots and lots of things proceeded to happen on this planet. Then one day, a virus named Poovid was released upon it’s inhabitants. Whether the virus was real or fictional, accidentally…

A VIRAL FABLE. Once within a time there were 7.9 billion beings trapped inside a story unfolding in real time. They lived on a planet named Aerth, a beautiful and wondrous anomaly of a planet, a rare jewel floating in a vast void of nothing. Strangely, even though this was the only known…

* I haven’t posted much during these last few months because I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t produce any new writings until I had finished my fucking book, which is a ramshackle story of a Gen-exer comedian’s spiritual awankening crisis via the psychedelic plant path. Anyways someone…

Meditations on standup comedy, the healing path and the liberating spectacle of watching your childhood dreams die. (Now with added masturbation jokes.) — For those of you who don’t know my background, I spent 13 years as a standup comedian before I found plant medicine and the healing path. 13 long years spent swearing in sweaty, smoky pub backrooms, learning the art of making drunk strangers temporarily forget about their lives through the…