WEIRD THINGS YOU DO WHEN YOU EAT SAN PEDRO ALONE IN THE WOODS FOR A WEEK.

Some cactus flower porn for y’all, just so you understand why I felt the way I did and did what I did. No regrets. P.S. You should all go eat Mescaline cactus.

* 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 made a generous paypal donation to my cause and I suddenly realised, wait a minute - I can just post up bits of what I’ve been working on these last few months.
This section dates back to 2017, pretty much when I was balls deep in my self-initiation process and after an Ayahuasca trip where I was informed that I was The Chosen One and in the process, totally losing the plot somewhere up the deeper reaches of my own asshole.

EXCERPT FROM WORK-IN-PROGRESS: THE TEACHINGS OF DON HUACHUMA.

It was a relief to finally be recognised by myself as the Chosen One. What the medicine had told me only confirmed my suspicions that I was indeed the pivotal wheel on which the fate of mankind turned, and not just a failed performer who had simply blown his higher centres with a powerful psychedelic medicine, thereby amplifying his egomania which stemmed from deep childhood self-esteem issues and a total lack of grounding. But there was still some work to…