Salvia 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 […]
Smoking 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 […]
With the sun overhead Pedro exhales a lungful of smoke, passes the pipe on, and goes back to checking the group’s food supplies in his bag. “I’m so high” Molly says amused as she gazes around […]
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 mountainside […]
‘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.
Ever taken LSD 4 consecutive days in a row? That’s exactly what I did on an unforgettable road trip through the desert…
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. Despite […]
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.
I paused with the cup in my hands and thought of my intention before drinking. Fairly disgusting, an earthy taste with an offensively sour punch, but like a nasty medicine, could be drunk without much problem with the will to do so. After drinking his cup, Guillermo returned from the altar to the other side of the fire and broke the eerie silence with song.
We made our way through a lightly forested area on a dirt path downwards from the main track. As we reached the bottom we came out to an opening; a clear area with a few tall trees dotted about rising up towards the sky and a few crude man-made shelters spread over a wide area. The call of exotic birds intermittently penetrated the air. In a strange way I felt at home.