There are no angels. There are no demons. Instead, there is your mind; an unfathomable mystery of a thing that goes on forever and ever inside itself.

Could it be that by observing this behavior in Jaguars, an animal whose hunting abilities were revered by Amazonian peoples, this essential ingredient for the first-ever Ayahuasca brew was discovered?

God knew what I was going to do before I did, I thought, and was preparing to smite me. I smiled.

To lock eyes with an individual
to feel time stop
like a rock dropped on an ant.

And then I found myself in a body of bliss and seawater, staring at a sun I’d seen a thousand times but seeing it for the first time, and my ability to be discouraged was rapidly deteriorating.

They beat us, they told us holiness and pleasure were something to be earned, not a birthright, a salary, for a job we couldn’t quit on pain of eternal suffering. So we gave them the finger and went into the desert.

We are on a rock ball, hurtling through infinite inky black nothingness, and it doesn’t come up nearly as often as it should!