Apocalypse 2020: Covid, ‘conspiracy theories’ and waking from the dream

There are three classes of people: those who see, those who see when they are shown, those who do not see Leonardo da Vinci *Apocalypse, going back to its Greek origins, means uncovering/unveiling/revelation* In a previous post on this blog (here) I referenced the ‘suicides’ of Chris Cornell and Chester Bennington in 2017, a year… Read More Apocalypse 2020: Covid, ‘conspiracy theories’ and waking from the dream

Praise be to plant medicine, skater freaks and Skin from Skunk Anansie’s wee dog

So I started this blog in 2016 after I’d been for my first Ayahuasca retreat (three nights on the gooey jungle juice) and the shaman bird facilitating it asked me if I had one (a blog). I’d gone to the forest in Amsterdam for three days and nights on the occasion of my 35th birthday… Read More Praise be to plant medicine, skater freaks and Skin from Skunk Anansie’s wee dog

Elemental self-care: You are a motherfucking village, motherfucker

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be… Read More Elemental self-care: You are a motherfucking village, motherfucker

Are you mentally ill or are you waking up?

We shall not cease from exploration/And the end of all our exploring/Will be to arrive where we started/And know the place for the first time   TS Eliot When I attended a talk last year by a shamanic practitioner sharing his experience of mental illness symptoms sometimes being indicative of a kind of (painful) awakening to one’s true… Read More Are you mentally ill or are you waking up?

I ingested Amazonian frog poison and looked like a dog that ate a bee

A recent conversation about the plant medicine Ayahuasca led a friend to hook me up with a Kambo circle in south-east London, where I had holes burned in my leg and venom from the Phyllomedusa Bicolor (green tree frog) applied to the wounds. Um, what? Kambo is the sacred secretion from these frogs which have no… Read More I ingested Amazonian frog poison and looked like a dog that ate a bee

Into The Wild yes, but I draw the line at killing a chicken

I always remember a friend arriving back in London after two weeks traversing Scotland in a camper van, figuratively stoned on the power of the slowing down that had happened to her during the trip. When your mind already runs a million miles a minute, being in a city like the UK capital obviously isn’t… Read More Into The Wild yes, but I draw the line at killing a chicken

Santiago, el Death Cafe and shaking like a dog during firework season

Finsbury Park Death Cafe happens every month at Blighty Cafe on Blackstock Road, lovely wee gaff. I first went last December, again in January and this month, December again. I met Santiago at the January one and pretty much instantly we were best friends. We’ve since become a bit more so it was nice to go… Read More Santiago, el Death Cafe and shaking like a dog during firework season