I left mediumship

I'd rather ask you one question

I waited eight years.

Here's what the wait was for.

I had to triple my price

Written today, with my heart in my throat

The retreat wasn't the work

You came home glowing. Then, quietly, it faded.

Ayahuasca is not a drug

A drug asks you to come back. This one doesn't.

You can't out-think your environment

Integration looks like a refund

The part with no photos

The silence wasn't a gap between the work. It was the work.

The night I met myself

Where I came from, the night it nearly ended, and the one thing I can't stop thinking about.