The first thing I remember writing was a 'story book' (with pictures!) for my little brother
when I was six. For a long time, writing too was just something I did. Four university years
studying the written arts froze my words into something hard and brittle. I stopped writing.
Weeks into my shaman's apprenticeship I began to have serious throat and breathing issues.
My shamanic mentor said: 'Find Your Voice!'. For now, this is a collection of fragments, of
writing-without-thinking, and of writing-to-a-specific-purpose.
I have been a trip guide, a rave junkie, a fairy from another world, a peace warrior, a
dangerous anarchist, a novice, an expert, a child of light. All these things I dedicate to
my friends, my clients, my family, my fellow travellers, my teachers, my loves and my
This is the fifth path I was conscious of following.