Since returning to NJ and the town I grew up in, I came to realize two things: I wasn't going to get an easy job in my field (MFA in Creative Writing from the U of Miami) and I was going to kill myself if I kept drinking (7 months sober now thanks to entheogens). So, what now? I went through a real mental and spiritual cleansing when I quit and it was almost entirely due to a low dose schedule of certain visionary herbs: salvia divinorum and weed being the principle saviors. DMT and LSA derived from local Morning Glory plants where more inspiration substances for the choice but also allow me to maintain a clear head when temptation comes a callin', each leading me in their opposite styles and voices: one fast and hard into a mind like electricity coming from the hand of some new zeus and the other coaxing me deeper inside myself like the young boy I think I remember I was crawling under the world to play with gnomes and sprites. And i can't forget the kind mother and the one to show the bigness of our lives spread out against the alchemy of experience, the holy manna, the language giver, my fav and your's: the blue-viened mushroom.

I was hoping to build a community of like-minded/experienced people: those interested in the use of shamanic substance for healing in their own lives and the life of the human mind. I want to build a tribe that will resist the drugs pushed on the masses by people in power; and, in turn, support the progression of evolutionary substance toward a less restrictive and normalized status in the world imagination. But mostly, I want to evolve with all of you, here, now, as we ride this wave home along chaotic paths and paths not so threatening to the other side. Let our group mind, our ungoverned words, sing to a singularity reflecting our purpose on the wings of time, a NeoGnostic Revolution to be imprinted on the end as a stamp....Here is my only request: find the others and save as many as you can.