Waking up

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To me the term “waking up” means becoming aware of the sentience of the universe. It is happening to me in stages. It’s like the truth is being peeled back from a rosebud pedal by pedal until one day it will stand before me an open blossom. My first wakeup call was subtle and gradual. It happened when I transferred from Clemson University to George Washington University and met Continue reading

Why it’s Important to talk about Taboo Stuff

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“If you can imagine it, it’s real” said Pablo Picasso. If you can feel something, it’s real, I might add. I am doing what I believe in, by writing this blog. To censor myself, to write about things other than what I care about and to deny my readers the content about which I am ardent is to defeat the purpose of this blog entirely. This blog is about expanding consciousness. It is about the evolution Continue reading

The Video Game Analogy

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Stale out of college, it has been high time for too long now that I “leave the nest.” As I stand on its precipice about to take flight I find myself paralyzed with fear. For I know my personal standard- that I could not live with myself having attempted anything less than my full potential. And as my dream lies in a line of work so outrageous and foreign as shamanism, Continue reading

The Problem with Psychedelics

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In retrospect, I realized an inherent problem with psychedelics. Although they were effective at waking me up, and making me starkly privy to my self-deception and to worldly corruptions, they do not provide an ever-open portal to these “truths.” I cannot call such insights truths because I do not have access to them all the time. I do not know them from first-hand Continue reading

Reclaiming Sexual Agency

“I do not wish women to have control over men; but over themselves” -Mary Shelley

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I admire the wax sitting crusted in your ear and the old makeup curdled in the corner of your eye. I want to smell your stale breath that is cultivated from your intense sadness, or indulgence in fast-paced inspiration or reminisce. After long-drawn tears Continue reading