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
Zhilaohu is an ancient Chinese phrase translating as ‘paper tiger’, which refers to something that appears threatening but is ineffectual and unable to withstand challenge. Like the head-wreckage executed by the human mind and nervous system: quite scary but ultimately dickless. I’ve read about it in a book called DARE: The new way to end… Read More You grow from the inside
What if we are these human receptacles housing souls that are on possibly infinite stages of evolution and life is basically a Super Mario game, a series of tests to reach the next level? Consciousness is one entity experiencing itself subjectively, a wise person named Bill Hicks once said. What if this time around you’re… Read More What if?
I just completed a retreat in Amsterdam Forest where about 20 people from different countries partook in three days and three nights of Ayahuasca ceremonying and general spiritual raving. Ayahuasca is a brew made from some plants that grow in the Amazon which is used by people there as a traditional spiritual medicine in ceremonies… Read More They buried me, but they didn’t know I was a seed