FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrRedditAt the end of last year I went to Jamaica to film at a psychedelic specialists psilocybin mushroom retreat. In case you’re wondering if you read that right, I’ll repeat. Psychedelic specialists. Magic mushroom retreat. In […]
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrRedditHey, I’m back. September has been jam-packed. What have I been doing? Well for one I spent a week in Copenhagen. Here’s what I got up to in Denmark’s capital. Freetown Christiania On my first […]
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrRedditSalvia Divonorum. The freaky batshit cousin of the psychoactive family. If I had to describe salvia as a character it’d be the cosmic joker. He’ll flip you upside down inside out, pull your pants down […]
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrRedditSmoking DMT was one of the single most intense and insane experiences of my life. Going in I figured that it would be bigger than I could possibly imagine and boy was I right. Here I […]
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrRedditThis was originally written as a guest post for The Mainland Trading Post. . . . With the sun overhead Pedro exhales a lungful of smoke, passes the pipe on, and goes back to checking […]
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrReddit It’s eight o’clock in the morning and the panorama of a bend in the Peruvian sacred valley of the Incas is majestic under the days early rays. From the patch of grass outside our […]
‘How you feeling?’ I called over to Sophie as I lay looking out over the endless blue of sky and sea spread before us. She was standing waist high in the Lake’s ice cold water, also facing out over the waters to the snow capped mountains in the distance. Turning to me with a smile on her face, she paused for a moment to think of her answer before calmly replying ‘comfortable, really comfortable actually’. She was having a wondrous first experience with LSD, and I was having a pretty damn good day too.
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrReddit Grabbing a bike from the hostel, I dropped a tab, chucked my shades on, and armed with my bag containing a few essential supplies, headed northwards towards Maldonando on the road hugging the coast. […]
As we arrived to the temple that evening there was also a new face by the fire, a young Frenchman who would be beside me for the ceremony. He drank before me each round and quite clearly had trouble doing so, taking a good minute to finish the cup, raising his arm to cover his mouth as he gagged between every gulp.