Ayahuasca: Demonizing the cry for help


Love, light and the dark journey to relationship

Marooned on the floor of a cramped Thai bathroom, huddled in on myself, vomiting through the nose: alcohol, sleeping pills, curry. It was a good night out. There was dancing. I rose above. Now it is the end of the night and the dancing is finished. Continue reading “Ayahuasca: Demonizing the cry for help”