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Stories of the travels, initiations, magick, and not knowing what I was doing, in order.
We all have our own curriculum. You don't need a van. You don't need to visit where anyone else has been. And you don't need to drink ayahuasca.
Five weeks through Mexico's sacred sites — the initiations, the hitchhiking, and the places that did nothing at all.
My PM brain had absolutely nothing it could latch on to. A cave, a monastery, and a year in Asia coming to an end.
From north to south: ayurveda, an ashram crisis, a tiny temple on a building site, and a goddess who said 'this is all my temple’.
No one's coming to save you." Two months in Varanasi — the guru disasters, the cremation grounds, and the one Sadhu whose face still shows up.
No temples. No sacred sites. Just the local beach restaurants and the 7/11. A short trip, some very strange things, and a sign that sent me off again.
I remembered who I was then. Three months across Java, following a calling I couldn't quite explain.
Awakening the Luminous Body: A Journey into the Munay Ki Initiations with Q'ero Elders in Peru's Sacred Valley and Apu Ausangate
I'd given my van – complete with double bed, kitchen, wardrobe and wood burner – to a deity. Nine weeks of preparation, a circuit of the temples, and an initiation in the desert. I dozed off for most of it.