Kurtz in Birkenstocks

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This essay is part five in a five-part series accounting the author's stay in a monastery in Thailand. Click here for parts one, two, three , and four. An abridged version previously appeared in The Sun.


[Pilgrimage to Nowhere] • I'd been at Doi Suthep for five days now. During this time, I'd lost faith with Phra
Sam, my meditation instructor; traded idiosyncratic wisdom teachings with
several curious acquaintences among my fellow meditators; heard rumours about
the mysterious spiritual master Ajaan Tong; and caught sight of Roger, the
resident Philosopher, eating his lunchtime soup in silence. But I had yet to
find a proper teacher. Tomas, by far the most curious of my acquaintences, had
told me that Roger kept regular "drop-in hours" for tourists and
other visitors at the monastery's Information
Center. I'd tried to
visit him the day before, but the doors had been locked. I came back the next
day hoping to find him. I'd been walking past the Center since the day of my
arrival, but had yet to venture inside.

Just
through the door I found a table of free pamphlets and cheaply printed booklets
outlining Vipassana practice. The tiny wood-paneled library included a display
wall about the history and basic tenets of Buddhism — in both English and Thai. The
office had two desks; one was empty, at the other sat a monk I hadn't seen
before.

"Is
Roger here?" I asked just as a muffled flushing sound ushered his bullet
head and broad shoulders out of a tiny bathroom. The casualness of his dress —
traditional Thai short-sleeved shirt, khaki linen pants, and Thai-style sandals
— only slightly mellowed his imposing bulk. He seemed to wear a contradictory
air of both serenity and diffidence. His blue eyes looked at me curiously, and
he threw up one hand in greeting.

"Have
a few minutes?" I asked.

"Sure.
What ya got?"

"Questions,"
I said, pulling the list I'd prepared from my waistband.

"You
brought a list?"

"Well
— " I began to sheepishly explain.

"First
things first," he interrupted, gently motioning me to the empty seat. Once
I was settled in, he wanted to know why I'd chosen to practice Vipassana, and
why here at Doi Suthep.

"Actually,
I've been wondering that myself." And I launched into a capsule version of
my checkered spiritual past, the eclectic influences; my suspicion of organized
religion. As best as I could, I described the harrowing quality of those early
mystical experiences. "It was as if I had died," I told him.

"You
did die," he said with a big smile.

 

Roger, it turned out, was also a spiritual refugee. He'd
ordained as a monk decades ago, and traveled extensively throughout Asia. In a previous life he'd been a Chicago
real estate broker, but he'd left that world in limbo to pursue serious study
of the dharma in both Thailand
and Nepal.
Eventually he'd disrobed and landed at Doi Suthep, a kind of philosopher in
residence.

"Why
here?" I asked.

“I’ve been
all over. Doi Suthep is one of the few places that's felt right. I find it purifying
here."

I asked him
whether he thought Buddhism was a religion or a life philosophy.

"In
Buddhism there is no soul, no God — "

"In
some Buddhisms,” I interrupted, "there certainly seems to be a God. For
example,” I continued, gesturing towards the inner temple, and thinking of
Hannes and I and all our saffron-robed colleagues prostrating to the relic of
the Buddha's fingernail, “Up there — ”

“No. Up
there, where is there God? There are only points of attention. No God. There
are statues, relics, stories. There's beauty and reverence. But no God. Simply
points of attention — to focus and elevate the practice.”

As he
answered my grab bag of philosophical questions, he had this way of enumerating
with his fingers, using his right thumb to count off on his left hand,
beginning with his pinky finger. Given
how chock full of numbered lists Buddhism was — the 4 noble truths, the 8-fold
path, the 5 hindrances, the 10 armies of Mara — one could imagine how he'd
developed this kind of habit.

'Dependent
origination,' a Buddhist concept I was much hung up on because of how
intriguingly similar it sounded to contemporary Western notions of contingency
and relativity, turned out to be just a fancy term for Karma. "Since the
past doesn’t really exist," Roger asserted, "the seeds of past
thoughts can only exist in the present.”

I wanted to
know why, if sitting was where the real work happened, Vipassana placed so much
focus on walking meditation.

"Prostration
is the mind observing the upper body. Walking, the mind observing the lower
body. Sitting, the mind observing itself. So it is important to give sitting
and walking equal time."

"That
makes just enough sense for me to roll with. I don't know why Sam couldn't have
throw me a few bones like that. I can't seem to get anywhere with him on the
more philosophical side of things."

“You
won’t."

"I
won't?"

"No,
and that's okay."

"It
is?"

"You
need to learn what the teacher has to teach,” he said with finality. Roger had
a way of bringing his points home in these guru-like nuggets: seemingly wise,
slightly mischievous. I sensed a touch of mockery as well.

"Okay,"
I said, "but just help me with this one question that Sam keeps asking me.
I never know what to — "

"Whether
the left foot and right foot are One or separate?"

"Yes!
Are they? It's driving me a little crazy. I keep wanting to say — "

Roger put
up his hand, stopping me mid-sentence.

"What,"
he asked, continuing to hold his one hand up, "is the sound of one-hand
clapping?"

"Uh…"

He looked
at me, but said nothing.

"I am,
of course, familiar with the question," I said, peevishly .

His eyes
were saying, Go on…

"But,
um, I've never been asked it in a, serious, situation before."

He remained
silent.

So did I.

"Who
cares?" he said finally.

It was my
turn to smile.

 

***

 

I went back to see Roger again the following day. He had
charmed me, and during this second meeting he was no less intriguing, his
back-door answers to my long list of questions laced with trivia about Doi
Suthep and how he'd come to land there. The relic, he told me, that Hannes and
I had been prostrating to the other morning, was not, in fact, the Buddha's
fingernail, it was a sliver of his shoulder bone. In 1368, the King of Thailand
at the time, King Nu Naone, placed it atop a sacred white elephant, who was
released into the jungle. The elephant wandered to the top of Doi Suthep
mountain where he trumpeted three times, collapsed and died. The King took this
as a sign, and ordered a temple built on the spot.

"So
that's really the Buddha's shoulder?"

"Why
not?"

Roger was
full of Doi Suthep stories. He claimed the opening scene of Rambo was shot on
the monastery steps. He told me that it used to take five hours of hard
slogging for pilgrims to make their way up the mountain to the temple, until
1935, when a monk much revered throughout the north, Khruba Srivichai, also
known as the Engineer Monk, invited villagers from the surrounding hill tribes
to come help build a road, allotting segments of 100 meters to each village. So
many showed up to work on the road that each village's share was reduced to 10
meters, and the road was built in no time.

It was hard
to tell where history began and legend left off; it was equally unclear which
legends Roger himself actually believed. The most fanciful of these involved
another Doi Suthep monk. This one had been arrested in Bangkok after running afoul of corrupt
officials.

"He
refused to testify."

"So,
what happened?"

"'You
will stay here in your cell, until you do,' the police said. He said, 'No,
'I’ll sleep in Chiang Mai tonight.' They laughed at him. But he did."

"What
do you mean?"

"Bi-location.
He transposed himself back to Chiang Mai."

"Huh?"

"'I’ll
sleep in Chiang Mai tonight,' he said. And he kept his word."

“I don’t
believe that.”

“You don’t
have to. I’ve been with monks who can do it. I've seen that kind of thing
done.”

***

 

In spite of his every-once-in-a-while flashes of insanity,
Roger seemed just the teacher I was looking for, and I would steer the
conversation back to my more pressing metaphysical concerns.

"Do
the enlightened ever quote-unquote ‘fall’?" I wanted to know.

"No,
the truly enlightened don’t fall. They have no need for precepts. And no need
for sitting or walking meditation, either."

"Once
you're enlightened, you don't meditate anymore?"

"You
use one thorn to dig out another thorn," he'd tell me, "but then you
throw both away, right? You use a boat to cross the river, but you don’t keep
carrying the boat around." He seemed to have an endless supply of these miniature
parables.

Our
conversations were relaxed but also challenging and unpredictable; it was like
a fireside chat with a wise and kooky uncle, who also happened to be a
professor of the occult.

"Just
observe your abdomen," he might say. "Since that’s where you're
holding tension." From this piece of concrete advice we might go a few
rounds on body-mind dualism. "Do the eyes see?" he might ask
rhetorically. "Does the body know? Are not all feelings simply passing
mental states?" I'd counter with the notion of "embodied mind"
that I'd picked up in a cognitive science seminar. "There is no you,"
he would say. "You are not driving the chariot. In fact, there is no
chariot."

"I
don't know whether there's a chariot or not, but I think I had a 'no driver' experience
when I was at Burning Man two years ago — "

"Burning
what?"

"The
big cyber-Woodstock festival in the Nevada
desert."

"Oh,
yeah."

"I was
with my girlfriend at the time. We were biking in and out of a dust storm. We
were very stoned. Like tripping stoned. Anyway, as we were talking it seemed
very clear that the words I was saying were not authored by me, they were just
happening. And all the social conventions and body tics and what was funny and
what wasn't — it was all like that, just
happening through me. Unauthored. And unowned. Not pre-determined, like
cosmically, so much, but algorithmic, biological, somehow programmed. I was a
language machine. A social machine."

Roger
nodded emphatically.

"It
was scary. I felt soulless, almost un-human. I guess that was the fear of
ego-death. But I told myself not to freak out. To go with it. Let it work me.
Let the machine be. And it was very freeing. Still uncanny, but freeing."

"Thoughts
without a thinker. Not so different from Vipassana, eh?" Roger said.

"Not
so different, I guess."

I'd come
half-way around the world to receive the wisdom of the East — to be part of
something quintessentially Thai, quintessentially Asian — only to find myself
swapping drug experiences with a balding Chicago real estate broker.

"You're
like Myron," I told him.

"Myron?"

"Yeah.
Everybody's on line to receive darshan from the great guru, sitting in his
remote mountain temple. They're waiting for days to ask their most pressing
questions. Single file, they enter his chambers. Oh, great guru, what is the
meaning of life? Great guru, what is the sound of one hand clapping? Great
guru, what is the taste of freedom? There's a middle aged lady waiting to speak
to the guru. She seems a little out of place, but duly waits her turn. The line
snakes forward. Finally, after days and days she has her audience with the
guru. What is your question, child? He says. 'Myron,' she says, in a think
Jewish accent. 'When are you coming home?'"

"Ha,"
he chuckled. "You don't know the half of it."

 

***

I think Roger enjoyed my contrariness; he was certainly game
to help me work through my troubles with Buddhist metaphysics. My biggest
problem, however, was the whole notion of an end to suffering — which is what
Buddhism is all about, basically. The Four Noble Truths, the core teaching of
Buddhism, can be summed up as: 1. Life is suffering. 2. Suffering is caused by
attachment. 3. Suffering can be ended. 4. Here's how. Through meditation and
right living anyone can achieve freedom from suffering and ultimate happiness,
aka nirvana.

Somehow,
after two decades of thinking and reading about Buddhism, only this week had
the suspicion began to dawn on me that, ultimately, Buddhism might be about
personal happiness. There it was, after all, in the Doi Suthep Meditation
Guide: "The Buddha's teachings offer guidelines for living a life that
maximizes happiness and minimizes suffering." In putting on the robes, I
wondered, had I inadvertently joined a utilitarian cult? A self-help group with
300 million members?

Emptiness,
sore ankles, and paradoxical riddles I could handle. But freedom from
suffering? What was I supposed to do then? Self-annihilation was one thing, but
happiness? I hadn't come to Doi Suthep to be happy. I'd come for truth, wisdom,
insight, centeredness, groundedness, and tools for living. Not happiness. What
could be more lame, more parochial, more un-heroic, than happiness? Is that why
the Buddha half-starved himself to death? Is that why he sat in the forest for
six years, deep in contemplation? Is that why he risked it all on an
enlightenment-or-die gamble under the Bodhi Tree? Just to be happy? Just to
understand how to be happy?

I related much of this to Roger. "And the
thing is," I concluded, "I don't know if I actually believe in
nirvana — in the sense that one can actually be free from suffering, or achieve
some kind of ultimate happiness."

"Before
you get too worked up, just make sure, you're understanding what Buddha means
by suffering and happiness. There's three levels of suffering. First — "

"There
you go again."

"What?"

"Counting
off with your fingers."

Roger
smiled and frowned at the same time. "The first level of suffering,"
he continued, "is obvious. Painful experiences like grief, a broken leg,
etcetera.

"Okay."

"The
second level is pleasure."

"Pleasure
is suffering?"

"Yes,
because everything pleasurable holds the seeds of dissatisfaction —
disappointment, craving, what have you — within it."

"So
Christians make you suffer for your pleasure, but for Buddhists, pleasure
simply is suffering. Sneaky, very sneaky."

"Dukkha
often gets translated as suffering, but it's really much closer to
'unsatisfactoriness.'

"Right,
I remember that. Not much of a rallying cry is it?"

Roger
raised one eyebrow.

"'Brothers
and sisters, follow me, and your unsatisfactoriness will be somewhat
reduced…'"

He moved to
his third finger. "Finally, there's the pervasive suffering of
conditioning. Until we become enlightened, we all live 'in conditions,' subject
to karma, negative thoughts and emotions. Just by existing. The happiness that
comes with enlightenment is not the simple happiness you might be thinking of —
the happiness of pleasurable sensations. It is a wholly other, higher, kind of
happiness that has everything to do with spiritual freedom, stepping out of
karma, liberating yourself from delusion and ignorance."

"Even
if I could achieve it, I'm not sure that I'd want to. Maybe I'm more the
bodhisattva type — you know, delaying your own enlightenment until you've
helped everyone else become enlightened."

"That
kind of bodhisattva," Roger pointed out, "only exists in Mahayana
Buddhism."

"I'm
always ending up in the wrong religion."

"Just
think, you could be Christian."

"I'm
barely Buddhist."

"Back
in the 70s Ajaan Tong was part of a Buddhist delegation visiting the Pope. At
one point the Pope gave him a gift of a small crucifix. He turned to one of his
fellow monks, and placed it in the monk's alms bowl, saying 'I think it is time
for Christ to end his suffering.'"

"Ha!
Sinead O'Connor — with style points. Did he do it when the Pope was still
there?"

"I'm
not sure."

"But
let's give Jesus his due — because I think Christianity really has something to
say here — isn't the real spiritual
task, not so much to 'end' our suffering, but to learn to bear it with grace,
to make it meaningful, to make it serve life?"

In answer,
he held out his right hand. The thorniest philosophical problems seemed to
require it. "Suffering," he said. Slowly he turned his hand over.
"Redemption." Then he turned his hand back, and over again, back and
over, repeating "suffering…redemption, redemption…suffering,"
with each turn.

"What's
that supposed to mean?"

"Nibbana
is Samsara," he said meaningfully.

 

***

 

With the exception of what were now becoming regular
afternoon visits with Roger, the days continued much as before. I was walking
and sitting now in 40-minute-long intervals, yet still I found my mind drifting
considerably. While some of the earlier anxieties seemed to have quieted down,
others, including a heightened burst of sexual craving, had taken their place.
I was still holding tension in my abdomen, and still trying to wish it or
force-burp it away during sitting meditation. Roger might have been helping me
to think through my issues, but that numinous moment of stillness and insight
that I longed for remained as elusive as ever.

 

"Cool,
isn't he?" Said Tomas, when he'd learned I'd been dropping in on Roger.

"Yeah,
I like him."

"Just
a bit off, though, isn't he?"

"You're
one to talk, Mr. Ancient Yogic Breathing Technique."

"Hey,
have you been trying it?"

I hadn't
been, and that was the last of the arcane spiritual technologies that Tomas
would lay on me, as he was just about to enter his final, secluded phase of
training. As for Phra Sam, I'd taken a live-and-let-live approach, which didn't
help build much in the way of mutual respect, but did make our reporting
sessions more civil. Hannes and I continued to take walks in the evenings.
Silent Tim remained as silent and unnerving as ever.

 

The days at Doi Suthep passed as if carried along by musical
signatures. We'd rise in the quiet of deep night. The dawn would arrive in a
thicket of birdsong. In the afternoon, the garden would be pocketed by the
throaty croaking of tree frogs; after dusk, the ambient heartbeat of cicadas
would pulse through our screen windows as we sat for our late-evening
meditation.

Smells
abounded. Lotus flowers filled the hillside, and trees of several species were
simultaneously in bloom that February, dropping fruit and pungent seed pods all
over.

Some days,
low-volume pop music would trickle from the young monks' quarters; other days
the sound of buzz-saws and clanging hammers from the dormitory construction
site would ring out across the hillside.

 

The evening after my second chat with Roger, Hannes and I
went again to chant with the full Sangha. It was dusk. The monastery had just
closed its doors for the day after a busy Saturday of tourist visits. This
time, I prostrated myself to the Buddha relic, thinking of it as a Yogic-like
point of attention, rather than a medieval act of senseless submission. I let
myself be carried away by the rising and falling of the mysterious phonemes.
Each time I pressed my forehead to the ground, instead of swallowing my pride I
tried to release it. And if not for the interruption of a distant but jarring
sound, I might have blended in this time, combat boots and all.

The sound
was unlike any of the multitude I'd come to recognize at Doi Suthep. What was
it? The banging of cymbals? The repetitive clanging of a metal door? None of
the monks paid it any heed, but it was breaking my focus. I slipped out
mid-chant to sleuth it down. As I walked past the relic case, and out through
the marble-floored sanctuary of the inner temple, the sound grew louder. The
metal-on-stone scraping of someone cleaning? I came upon a side room, the sound
evidently originating from inside, and looked in through the half open doorway.
Three monks in saffron robes were counting money. One monk was stacking bills
into a hopper that automatically fed them — fd-thd-thd-thd-dh — through to a
counting machine. Another monk was pouring buckets of coins into a large
aluminum funnel — ding-blang-kchlang! — and then cranking the arm of a Dr.
Seuss-like adding machine — kuh-juhh-klung! A third was checking the printed
tape that pittered out, counting all the money that had come in from the day’s
take of tithes, and tourist tickets, and soft drinks. Not 30 meters away, the
abbot and monks were serenely chanting about burning away the self.

 

***

 

I woke up the next morning with a hard-on. It wasn't the
first time this had happened at Doi Suthep, but there was a particular urgency
to it that morning. A very pretty apprentice nun from England had
arrived the day before, and that night she'd been in my dreams, along with Cate
Blanchett and three Thai prostitutes. In more than a week at Doi Suthep, I
hadn't jerked off, nor hardly touched myself, but in the shower that morning, I
couldn't help but wrap my fingers around my cock. I just stood there for a
while, water pinging off my head, debating my options. I wanted to maintain at
least some semblance of the precepts I'd committed myself to. I also wanted
release. I wanted hard physical pleasure. I began stroking myself. I stopped. I
willed myself to let go.

In the
courtyard that morning I bumped into Pony-Tailed-Terri. She was in street
clothes, her pack slung over her shoulder, and in a bit of a daze, having just
completed the final fasting-in-isolation phase of her course.

"So,
it's off to Laos
now?" I asked. "Is that the next move?"

"Yes,"
she said, "but first," and she leaned in, lowering her already low
voice, "I'm going to have myself a big plate of food, a case of beer, and
a beautiful male prostitute."

Everyone,
it seemed, had sex on the brain.

 

Tamsin, the new apprentice nun from London, had arrived the day before along with
her slender figure and flashing eyes. After a few words of welcome, it was all
eyes. Just a glance as we passed on the stairs, and the pheromones would come
like a breath of heat. In the dream she's wearing a bathing suit of live squid.
She dives in the water. The squids stream off of her. I dive in after. In the
other dream, I'm on a Pat Pong outing with three beautiful Thai girls. It turns
into a love quintangle with a Mexican named Victor. I ask two of them for their
hand in marriage. In the third dream, I'm having an affair with Cate Blanchett.
We're in bed together in a window display at the New York Public Library. We
are impersonating animatronic blow-up-doll robots. We’re good enough at it that
no one has yet figured out that it’s us. In a stilted, mannequin-ish way, I go
down on her. Surprise! She has a penis. It's beautiful. I lick once around the
head of Cate Blanchett's beautiful penis. We stand, become suspended
near-gravity-less just off the ground, gently held by trapezes. She is like an
angel. I’m holding her breasts, not with my hands, but somehow with all of my
arms. She’s smiling, radiant, exquisite. We kiss. I am trembling. Suddenly,
there’s a voice in the lobby. The night man. He comes over suspiciously. He
looks us over. He smells us. Finally satisfied that we are indeed animatronic
blow-up-doll robots, he goes away. We fall back to a bathroom elsewhere in the
building. We’re showering. It’s sweet and conspiratorial, as if we're on the
lam. For some reason she puts her underwear on. I aim the shower jet at her
crotch.

I was
dreaming of Cate Blanchett's crotch. Terri was headed down to the fleshpots of
Chiang Mai. Tamsin breezed through the grounds, a mysterious and potent
presence. All through that morning, I was roiled with sexual craving, and
roiled also — as I sat in posture, trying to meditate — by my efforts to make
the craving go away. I could find no Middle Path. Nor could I find what
Buddhists might call "right understanding" on the matter. Sex feels
so natural — and when linked to love, so spiritual — where is the problem? Why
the prohibitions? Is Buddha such a jealous teacher — and sex such a powerful
force — that you must sign a non-compete clause before he'll do business with
you? Vipassana's required vow of celibacy would suggest so. I could imagine
setting my lusts aside for several weeks or months, as I'd begun to do at Doi
Suthep, but could I do that for the rest of my life — even if Enlightenment
were the pay off? And what about the Tantric arts? If I had wisely chosen to
enroll myself in a Tibetan Buddhist Tantric sex cult instead of conservative
Doi Suthep, none of these sexual temptations would be a problem. My erotic
energy and imagination would fuel my practice. Tamsin would be my Dakini, my
dancing she-Goddess incarnate. Sam would be some Grand Master of the Lower
Chakras, assigning lessons not from a little notebook, but from an arcane
centuries-old engraved tome detailing sexual positions of a complexity and
subtleness unknown even to the most advanced Western researchers in Amsterdam and San
Francisco. Lust would be the royal road to spiritual
transformation. Instead, I am faced with the "problem" of temptress
nuns, erotic dreams and unbidden arousals.

 

"Does
the Buddha get a hard on?" I asked Roger that afternoon.

"No,"
Roger smiled. "At the highest levels of enlightenment sexual desire is
completely extinguished." Then he paused. "But it's the strongest of
the hindrances, definitely the hardest of them all to get over."

"How
do the monks here do it?"

"Some
do specific exercises to shut down the sexual urge. Imagining a woman’s body as
filth — composed of bones and veins and intestines."

"I don't
suppose this helps the nun's campaign for full ordination?"

"More
than a few end up truly hating women. It's the only way they can stay the
course."

"It
doesn't seem very Buddhist."

Roger
unfurled his upraised hands: It is what it is.

"What
about you?"

"I
have the opposite problem."

Roger, it
turned out, was married. His wife was from the Philippines;
they'd met at a temple in Nepal.
They had three kids; the youngest was 9; the eldest 16. He'd left them all back
in Chicago;
hadn't seen them in months. Meanwhile, he had two girlfriends here in Thailand.

"So,
you're not celibate? In fact, you're having lots of sex and liking it."

"The
Buddha didn't think of celibacy as a goal in its own right. More like good
training for dealing skillfully with your sexual life. I've done that
training."

"And
now you're enjoying that life?"

Roger
smiled.

"But
you could give it all up for Enlightenment?"

"I
haven't, but I could."

Roger
sounded like one of those alcoholics that keeps drinking believing they could
give up any time they wanted.

"So
celibacy is a means, not an end?"

"At
the higher stages of enlightenment, celibacy is moot. For the rest of us,
yes."

"But
it's clearly still frowned upon for a monk to break his vows."

"The
first time a monk disrobes, they say, it is with a sweet smell. The second
time, not so sweet."

"You're
saying the Sangha might take a tolerant attitude to a younger monk who leaves
the monastery to get his ya-yas out, so long as he chooses to come back and
really commit?"

"Uh
huh."

"But
if it happens again, say, when they're older, it's seen as a failure?"

"More
or less, yes."

"So,
where do you fit in?"

"I'm
not a monk, am I?"

He wasn't a
monk, true enough. Nor did he seem to be much of a husband or father. I asked
him as much.

"In
Thai culture," Roger explained, nodding philosophically, "it's
understood that there’s a 'minor wife' and a 'major wife.'" He described
how on his days off from Doi Suthep, he'd tool around Chiang Mai with both his
minor wives on the back of his motorcycle. "Thai women are not trying to
be like men, and they know exactly how to take care of you," he continued.
"Here in Thailand,
women are still women, and men still men."

"And
katoys, still katoys, no doubt."

"It
works. Thai women (and Asian women in general) don’t compete to be like men the
way your white Western women do." He said your, as if it were the problem
of some distant culture to which he no longer had ties.

"There's
something I like about that competition," I said, feeling a need to hold
up the banner of modern feminism and a partnership of equals in what was
looking more and more like a wilderness of patriarchy and girlfriends for hire.

"That’s
because it's all you know," he said.

Roger had
gone native, a modern day Kurtz.

“But what
about your kids back in Chicago,
don’t they miss you? Don't you miss them?”

“Does the
frog care which tadpole is his?”

I said
nothing. I looked at Roger closely. Bald and hulking, flipping his right hand
slowly back and forth, muttering "male/female… female/male…," he
looked surprisingly like an unhinged and grossly-overpaid Marlon Brando. A
Colonel Kurtz for the Birkenstock set. He'd come too far up the river. He'd
spent too much time in the spiritual and sexual playgrounds of the East, far
from the company of his own kind. He'd been seduced by too many Tibetan yogi's
and mysterious Ajaan Tongs, too many perfect dark-eyed 23-year olds,
gentle-souled and ready to please. Was I then, his Marlowe? Come up river, in
search of answers, up through the thickening sexual schizophrenia of Thailand.
Pleasure gardens of sensual commerce on one bank, celibate saffron-clad
sanctuaries on the other, until these opposing banks met far upstream in a mad
synthesis where a head-shaven 55-year-old ex-real estate agent made up his own
rules from a philosopher's chair.

 

"Have
you, um, masturbated since you've been here?" I asked Hannes in a whisper.
It was just before 10 p.m. We were lying on our adjacent bed rolls, trying not
to wake up Tim, who had just fallen asleep across the room. The evening
sittings had gone better, but I still had sex on the brain.

"Ha,
no. That’s one rule that’s been easy to keep."

"What
about sexual dreams?"

"Not
much."

I told him
about Cate Blanchett, and last night's Thai prostitutes, and how I couldn't
help but grab hold of myself that morning in the shower, and the strong silent
exchanges of pheromones with Tamsin.

"Tamsin
is pretty. Britta, too. And some of the others. I notice that they're pretty.
But it's only at an intellectual level. I have absolutely no sexual desire.
There’s just nothing going on down there."

"Nothing
at all?"

"Nothing
at all. I don’t even wank in my head."

"Oh.
My. God." I said in the staggered syllables of mock amazement.

"Oh-my-God
what?"

"Without
even knowing it, you've achieved the third stage of enlightenment."

"Ja?
Das ist Kool. I must tell Phra Sam the good news."

 

That night I dream I'm in a room with two others. Hannes?
Tim, maybe. I can't make out the faces among the half-shadows. With a growing intensity,
rays of invisible heat pour from our foreheads. We are surprised. We are a
little scared. I bend my head to the left so that the rays sweep across the
hands of a clock on a nearby table. The minute hand and the hour hand both
shimmer into nothingness, into fungibleness, the way heat distorts light as it
rises from the asphalt horizon on a long summer drive. I turn back to face the
others. I can see into them now, like an X-ray. The one on the right has an old
wound deep in his thigh, thick with scar tissue. I shine my ray there. The knot
of scars starts to shrink, to heal, to go away. I sweep across his knees.
"What about your knees?" The fellow to my left asks. "Yes,"
I reply. We’re all healing each other, now. We hurry, not sure our superpowers will
last, not sure why we have them.

 

***

 

The next morning, upon waking, I found myself again aroused.
However, in the shower this time, I was able to keep my hands at my sides, and
simply be noticing…noticing my desire. It subsided some and I proceeded to
the upper meditation hall.

I did my
prostrations. The mind observing the upper self. I did my 40 long minutes of
walking. The mind observing the lower self. And then I sat. The mind observing
itself. At first, it appeared to be another unremarkable session, with its
usual mix of boredom, doubt, fantasy, knee pain, and small signs of progress.
But imperceptibly, something had shifted. Without forcing it to, or even
wishing it so, my tummy relaxed. I found myself simply observing my abdomen and
my thoughts and the small sounds happening around me. The ugly radio interview
came up, as did women, as did grandiose speculations about the nature of the
Universe — the full theater of my mind was on parade, just as it had been all
week — yet something was different. I was at a subtle remove, simply observing.
"The monkey mind is wily," Roger had said. "Our meditating mind
is simple." His words, trite and tautological when I first heard them, now
rang true. I hadn't extinguished any unwanted thoughts — the full tempest and
trivia of my mind, and the aches and pains, and, yes, longings, of my body were
still there — only now I was watching it all unfold from me, without being
pulled along. I wasn't trying to drive; nor was I wishing any of it away. I had
stepped back, somehow, into a place of no desire, no judgment. Paradoxically, this place of quiet emptiness
was filled with a new feeling, a feeling not unlike kindness. A kindness
towards myself; a simple recognition of my own tragic, inescapable humanness.
And — in a way I hadn't understood before — I realized that such kindness was
the basis for all other kindnesses; that one's own happiness was not a form of
self-indulgence, but rather a precondition for one's good work in the world.

I sat there
for quite a while, flush with my own neurons. The dawn sky blossomed from black
to radiant violet to blue. A fly settled on my left big toe. Phra Sam and the
Tallest Monk in Thailand
were sitting in posture to either side of the Buddha altar. All three as still
as night. I could hear one of the temple dogs half-heartedly chasing its tail
along the edge of the courtyard wall.

 

Something had shifted inside me that morning, and the world,
or at least the micro-world of Doi Suthep, seemed to have shifted along with
it.

At breakfast
that day I noticed Silent Tim break into a big smile. As usual he'd been
sitting alone, eating in focused silence. I don't think I'd ever seen him smile
before. He must have been tickled by some invisible private thought. He put his
hand to his face and began to laugh. He was rocking back and forth in his
chair, laughing. All in perfect silence.

Even Sam
was touched with a certain grace. At reporting, he was encouraged by my
progress. We shared a few laughs. Come to him with the right kind of expectations,
I now saw, and he could be quite likeable. In his own way, he cared a lot for
his students. He was disappointed I couldn't stay for the whole course.

How much
had Tim and Sam been blank screens upon which I'd projected my own resentments,
fears, and longings? And now, having had a Moment of Insight, I could see them
differently. Were they just theories I had made up? Is this what the Buddhists
mean by illusion? Had I imagined a solid self, a fixed character, out of what
was really an amorphous flow of passing mental states, my mental states?

In a
similar way, I thought I'd been hearing the Thai monks speak in English. Over
the last week, as I'd happen to pass by a pair of monks chatting quietly in the
garden or along the stairs, a string of Thai phonemes would pop out of one of
their conversations, sounding exactly like an English phrase. “Take the Metro,”
I thought I'd heard one monk say to the other, a few days after my arrival. On
another occasion it was “Why not alligator now?” My brain, hungry for familiar
patterns, and not finding them, was instead conjuring them out of the seeming
chaos that lay near at hand.

But maybe
it wasn't just my imagination. The Universe seemed to be conspiring in poetic
little ways. During lunch that day, an old monk walked through the courtyard
carrying a MobileCom plastic shopping bag. With a nod of my head I pointed him
out to Hannes, the MobileCom slogan, "Choice of Perfection,"
ironically swinging along with the monk's slow stepping feet.

"Speaking
of perfection," whispered Hannes, "have you seen the monk soccer
field?"

I had. On
an earlier walk, I'd come across it. It had goals made of tree branches and
sidelines bounded by dirt-streaked saffron robes draped across broken-down
fencing. Tucked away along an overgrown path beyond the last staircase, it felt
like a little secret.

"Yesterday,
I walked down there, and on past it, into the forest area."

"With
lots of mosquito repellent, I hope?"

"Nope.
Just watched them buzz around me, land on me, and bite me. I just stood there,
leaning against this one tree, looking at all the other ones."

"You're
such a hippie," I whispered back at him.

"For
40 minutes I was just standing there, thinking a tree is your best friend. This
is the kind of thing I do when I'm on acid."

"That’s
what you’re supposed to do on mushrooms. On acid you’re supposed to drive your
motorcycle into a building or something."

As quietly
as we could, we both laughed.

 

On my way to see Roger that afternoon I noticed an older
monk and three student-monks sweeping away leaves that had fallen around the
great bronze bells. Inevitably, one of the young monk's broom handles knocked
against the bells. The inadvertent sounds were haunting, like a God-child
learning to play the xylophone.

“You’ve had
fruition," said Roger after I'd described that morning's sit and the
stilled quality of mind that had followed. "It shows how important
practice is for you. How ready you are."

We talked
briefly about equanimity and bodhisattvas. I wanted to talk more.

“You’re
thinking too much, you’re still liking your thinking too much.”

"But —
"

"Here,"
and he took out a worn, slightly-more-than-pocket-sized, hard-bound volume. The
Rubayat, by Omar Kayham. "Page 67." I found the page. "Read it.
And take your time."

 

FOR in and out, above, about, below

‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow show

Play’d in a Box whose Candle is the Sun

Round where Phantom Figures come and go.

 

AND if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,

End in the Nothing all Things end in — Yes —

Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what

Thou shalt be — Nothing — Thou shalt not be less.

 

"It's
not Vipassana," he said, when I'd finished, "but it might as well be.
Now, go practice."

 

***

 

The moment of fruition marked the high point of my stay at Doi Suthep. In the
few days remaining prior to my scheduled departure, my attention had already
begun to inch out the door, prepping for re-entry. Maechi's once delicious
meals became predictable. I found myself re-jiggering my itinerary in my head
as I did my walking meditation, and sitting with a this will all be over soon
escape clause that let me off the hook emotionally. I flirted blatantly with
Tamsin, and became even sloppier about my vows, one morning sleeping in until
5:30 a.m. “We’re not running a resort country club here," Phra Sam had
said to me during reporting.

In spite of
my faltering discipline, and the fact that I was only half-way through the
course, Sam had agreed to take me with him on his next visit to meet the
mysterious Ajaan Tong. I packed my bags, and made a 2500 Baht ($US60) donation
to Doi Suthep in thanks for all that I had received from my stay.

I took one
last walk with Hannes, bowed gravely to Silent Tim, blew a prayerful kiss to
Maechi, and exchanged email addresses with Tamsin in the hope that we might
meet up in Bangkok
when we were both no longer bound by our vows of celibacy. It was trickier to
say goodbye to Tomas, as he was secluded in his hut, having had no food or
sleep for nearly three days. In a final breach of discipline, Hannes and I
walked past his hut that last evening to try to whisper goodbye through the
door, but before we could even get close, Tomas stuck his head out the window
and growled at us, half-delirious. I also paid Roger one final visit.

"You've
met Ajaan Tong, yes?"

"Yes."

"Spoken
with him?"

"Several
times."

"Would
you say he is enlightened?"

"See
the floor?

"Um…"

"This
is what Ajaan Tong would say if you asked him where nibbana was. See the
floor?"

"Okay,
sure."

"See
the ceiling?"

"Yup."

"Nibbana
is somewhere in between."

"Hmm."
I smiled.

"Nibbana
loosely translates as a burning away," Roger continued.

"Yes,
I remember reading that."

"The
monks have a saying that if someone experiences arahat, they'd better put on a
robe or they'll be dead within the day."

"To
ground the intensity? To keep themselves pure?"

"The
temperature of a perfect thought is 2000ºC."

"Thoughts
don't really have temperatures."

"These
do. And if you're not on a path of purification, you will not survive."

"What
happens?"

"You
burn up."

"Like
you said."

"No,
literally. Burn up. Spontaneous combustion."

"Like,
urban-myth spontaneous combustion?"

"Happened
to the grandfather of a Chicago
friend of mine. The family saw it. Documented in the National Enquirer."

After all
I'd seen and heard at Doi Suthep, I was somehow not surprised that a man of
Roger's intelligence had just used 'documented' and 'National Enquirer' in the
same sentence.

"You
know I don't believe in all this supernatural stuff."

"'Supernormal.'
It's perfectly natural, just uncommon."

"I
thought Buddhism was supposed to be empirical, based on direct
experience."

"Yes,
I've seen it."

"You
saw someone burst into flames?"

"I saw
a monk in Nepal
move from one side of a field to another — in an instant."

"You
saw this happen?" I asked skeptically.

"He
was in front of me. And then — " Roger snapped his fingers. "He was
100 feet across the field."

"I
don't believe it."

"Again,
you don't have to."

"I've
been told the really accomplished Tibetans can slow down their heartbeat until
it's as if they're dead. That I can believe. That's a mind-body thing. But you
don't just get to break the laws of physics whenever you want. No matter how
wise you become, you can't teleport."

"Bi-locate,"
Roger corrected.

"Whatever.
It's not possible."

"Bi-location.
Levitation. Ascension. It's all possible at the higher levels."

"What's
ascension?"

"It's
kind of like Resurrection. I've met several who can do it."

"Uh
huh. And you're saying Ajaan Tong can do all this?"

Roger
lifted his hands, palms out, in an anything is possible gesture. "He is
one of the Great Ones. Go see for yourself."

 

 

 



POSTSCRIPT

 

We arrived at Chom Tong monastery just as the Buddhist
holiday ceremony was about to begin. The main meditation hall was filled with
monks, nuns and novices, radiating out in bands of white and saffron from the
upraised front of the hall. Very slowly Ajaan Tong took the two steps up onto
the platform, supported on the arm of a young monk. He was bent over, liver spots
dotting his bald head. He sat, adjusted his robes, and leaned towards the mike.
He spoke a few words of greeting, his voice barely audible, then led the
evening's chanting. An English-language sign leaned against the stage: “You’re
how old?!” it asked. Ajaan Tong was old. He did not look like a man who was
going to levitate or suddenly bi-locate to the other side of the hall. A cat
yawned and stretched itself at his feet. Around the room, I noticed six clocks
set to four wildly different times.

 

Our audience with Ajaan Tong was set for the next morning.
After waiting for nearly an hour, we were beckoned into an anteroom. I was
nervous. I imagined he'd be able to see right through me. Would he approve? Or
disapprove? I felt like a greenhorned mafia recruit being brought before the
Don. With the velvet painting in the anteroom, and the vases of plastic ivy,
even the decor was Goodfellas. We were finally brought inside. We bowed. We
sat. There were a few moments of uncertain silence. If I was in the presence of
greatness, I couldn't tell. Mostly the man just seemed tired. Sam introduced
us. Ajaan Tong spoke to each of us in turn. Sam translated. He wanted to know
if, out of special consideration to him, I would complete my full course. Out
of respect, I said I would consider it. But this was a lie. I had no intention
of going back to Doi Suthep for another 10 days. We bowed and left. And that
was it. I realized later, my fly had been open the whole time.

 

A week later, after I was long gone to Laos, I
received an email from Hannes. It seemed discipline at Doi Suthep had
completely deteriorated. Phra Sam had found Hannes holding hands with Britta;
several students had been discovered reading Osho on the sly. Apprentices were
talking more frequently and in open disregard of the precepts. Tomas, Hannes
and others were secretly doing yoga in their rooms. On the eve of his
ordination, Tomas had written Sam a friendly letter explaining why he and his
fellow students were choosing to go beyond the rules. The next morning Sam
asked Tomas to leave Doi Suthep, refusing to ordain him. In protest, Hannes
left with him. Britta, too.

 

Hannes stayed in Thailand for another four months,
mostly at a hippie community in Pai. He's now living in Graz, Austria,
teaching yoga.

 

Tomas, having found a saffron robe and ordained himself in
an ad-hoc forest ceremony, became the wandering monk he'd hoped to be. All he
was lacking was a monk ID card. The last anyone knew, he was drifting
near-penniless from temple to temple, riding free on public busses, receiving
food and alms in his begging bowl, until a few days into his stay, the monks
would demand to see his ID card. He'd then slip away to another temple.

 

Tim completed the full course. Outside the walls of Doi
Suthep, he was Silent Tim no longer, according to Hannes, who ran into him
amongst a large group of people on the streets of Chiang Mai, talking non-stop,
dancing like a madman and generally being a Jim-Carrey-like life of the party.

 

Sam transferred to a forest monastery not far from Chiang
Mai; he continues to instruct foreign meditators and translate for Ajaan Tong.

 

Roger is still at Doi Suthep; his wife and three children
visit occasionally.

 

In spite of the chaos at Doi Suthep, Tamsin stayed on for
her whole course. I missed her in Bangkok, but
met up with her in London
a few months later. We broke several vows together.

 

 

 

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How Much Does LSD Cost? When shopping around for that magical psychedelic substance, there can be many uncertainties when new to buying LSD. You may be wondering how much does LSD cost? In this article, we will discuss what to expect when purchasing LSD on the black market, what forms LSD is sold in, and the standard breakdown of buying LSD in quantity.   Navy Use of LSD on the Dark Web The dark web is increasingly popular for purchasing illegal substances. The US Navy has now noticed this trend with their staff. Read to learn more.   Having Sex on LSD: What You Need to Know Can you have sex on LSD? Read our guide to learn everything about sex on acid, from lowered inhibitions to LSD users quotes on sex while tripping.   A Drug That Switches off an LSD Trip A pharmaceutical company is developing an “off-switch” drug for an LSD trip, in the case that a bad trip can happen. Some would say there is no such thing.   Queen of Hearts: An Interview with Liz Elliot on Tim Leary and LSD The history of psychedelia, particularly the British experience, has been almost totally written by men. Of the women involved, especially those who were in the thick of it, little has been written either by or about them. A notable exception is Liz Elliot.   LSD Guide: Effects, Common Uses, Safety LSD, Lysergic acid diethylamide, or just acid is one of the most important psychedelics ever discovered. What did history teach us?   Microdosing LSD & Common Dosage Explained Microdosing, though imperceivable, is showing to have many health benefits–here is everything you want to know about microdosing LSD.   LSD Resources Curious to learn more about LSD? This guide includes comprehensive LSD resources containing books, studies and more.   LSD as a Spiritual Aid There is common consent that the evolution of mankind is paralleled by the increase and expansion of consciousness. From the described process of how consciousness originates and develops, it becomes evident that its growth depends on its faculty of perception. Therefore every means of improving this faculty should be used.   Legendary LSD Blotter Art: A Hidden Craftsmanship Have you ever heard of LSD blotter art? Explore the trippy world of LSD art and some of the top artists of LSD blotter art.   LSD and Exercise: Does it Work? LSD and exercise? Learn why high-performing athletes are taking hits of LSD to improve their overall potential.   Jan Bastiaans Treated Holocaust Survivors with LSD Dutch psychiatrist, Jan Bastiaans administered LSD-assisted therapy to survivors of the Holocaust. A true war hero and pioneer of psychedelic-therapy.   LSD and Spiritual Awakening I give thanks for LSD, which provided the opening that led me to India in 1971 and brought me to Neem Karoli Baba, known as Maharajji. Maharajji is described by the Indians as a “knower of hearts.”   How LSD is Made: Everything You Need to Know Ever wonder how to make LSD? Read our guide to learn everything you need to know about the procedures of how LSD is made.   How to Store LSD: Best Practices Learn the best way to store LSD, including the proper temperature and conditions to maximize how long LSD lasts when stored.   Bicycle Day: The Discovery of LSD Every year on April 19th, psychonauts join forces to celebrate Bicycle Day. Learn about the famous day when Albert Hoffman first discovered the effects of LSD.   Cary Grant: A Hollywood Legend On LSD Cary Grant was a famous actor during the 1930’s-60’s But did you know Grant experimented with LSD? Read our guide to learn more.   Albert Hofmann: LSD — My Problem Child Learn about Albert Hofmann and his discovery of LSD, along with the story of Bicycle Day and why it marks a historic milestone.   Babies are High: What Does LSD Do To Your Brain What do LSD and babies have in common? Researchers at the Imperial College in London discover that an adult’s brain on LSD looks like a baby’s brain.   1P LSD: Effects, Benefits, Safety Explained 1P LSD is an analogue of LSD and homologue of ALD-25. Here is everything you want to know about 1P LSD and how it compares to LSD.   Francis Crick, DNA & LSD Type ‘Francis Crick LSD’ into Google, and the result will be 30,000 links. Many sites claim that Crick (one of the two men responsible for discovering the structure of DNA), was either under the influence of LSD at the time of his revelation or used the drug to help with his thought processes during his research. Is this true?   What Happens If You Overdose on LSD? A recent article presented three individuals who overdosed on LSD. Though the experience was unpleasant, the outcomes were remarkably positive.

The Ayahuasca Experience
Ayahuasca is both a medicine and a visionary aid. You can employ ayahuasca for physical, mental, emotional and spiritual repair, and you can engage with the power of ayahuasca for deeper insight and realization. If you consider attainment of knowledge in the broadest perspective, you can say that at all times, ayahuasca heals.

 

Trippy Talk: Meet Ayahuasca with Sitaramaya Sita and PlantTeachers
Sitaramaya Sita is a spiritual herbalist, pusangera, and plant wisdom practitioner formally trained in the Shipibo ayahuasca tradition.

 

The Therapeutic Value of Ayahuasca
My best description of the impact of ayahuasca is that it’s a rocket boost to psychospiritual growth and unfolding, my professional specialty during my thirty-five years of private practice.

 

Microdosing Ayahuasca: Common Dosage Explained
What is ayahuasca made of and what is considered a microdose? Explore insights with an experienced Peruvian brewmaster and learn more about this practice.

 

Ayahuasca Makes Neuron Babies in Your Brain
Researchers from Beckley/Sant Pau Research Program have shared the latest findings in their study on the effects of ayahuasca on neurogenesis.

 

The Fatimiya Sufi Order and Ayahuasca
In this interview, the founder of the Fatimiya Sufi Order,  N. Wahid Azal, discusses the history and uses of plant medicines in Islamic and pre-Islamic mystery schools.

 

Consideration Ayahuasca for Treatment of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Research indicates that ayahuasca mimics mechanisms of currently accepted treatments for PTSD. In order to understand the implications of ayahuasca treatment, we need to understand how PTSD develops.

 

Brainwaves on Ayahuasca: A Waking Dream State
In a study researchers shared discoveries showing ingredients found in Ayahuasca impact the brainwaves causing a “waking dream” state.

 

Cannabis and Ayahuasca: Mixing Entheogenic Plants
Cannabis and Ayahuasca: most people believe they shouldn’t be mixed. Read this personal experience peppered with thoughts from a pro cannabis Peruvian Shaman.

 

Ayahuasca Retreat 101: Everything You Need to Know to Brave the Brew
Ayahuasca has been known to be a powerful medicinal substance for millennia. However, until recently, it was only found in the jungle. Word of its deeply healing and cleansing properties has begun to spread across the world as many modern, Western individuals are seeking spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical well-being. More ayahuasca retreat centers are emerging in the Amazon and worldwide to meet the demand.

 

Ayahuasca Helps with Grief
A new study published in psychopharmacology found that ayahuasca helped those suffering from the loss of a loved one up to a year after treatment.

 

Ayahuasca Benefits: Clinical Improvements for Six Months
Ayahuasca benefits can last six months according to studies. Read here to learn about the clinical improvements from drinking the brew.

 

Ayahuasca Culture: Indigenous, Western, And The Future
Ayahuasca has been use for generations in the Amazon. With the rise of retreats and the brew leaving the rainforest how is ayahuasca culture changing?

 

Ayahuasca Guide: Effects, Common Uses, Safety
The Amazonian brew, Ayahuasca has a long history and wide use. Read our guide to learn all about the tea from its beginnings up to modern-day interest.

 

Ayahuasca and the Godhead: An Interview with Wahid Azal of the Fatimiya Sufi Order
Wahid Azal, a Sufi mystic of The Fatimiya Sufi Order and an Islamic scholar, talks about entheogens, Sufism, mythology, and metaphysics.

 

Ayahuasca and the Feminine: Women’s Roles, Healing, Retreats, and More
Ayahuasca is lovingly called “grandmother” or “mother” by many. Just how feminine is the brew? Read to learn all about women and ayahuasca.

What Is the Standard of Care for Ketamine Treatments?
Ketamine therapy is on the rise in light of its powerful results for treatment-resistant depression. But, what is the current standard of care for ketamine? Read to find out.

What Is Dissociation and How Does Ketamine Create It?
Dissociation can take on multiple forms. So, what is dissociation like and how does ketamine create it? Read to find out.

Having Sex on Ketamine: Getting Physical on a Dissociative
Curious about what it could feel like to have sex on a dissociate? Find out all the answers in our guide to sex on ketamine.

Special K: The Party Drug
Special K refers to Ketamine when used recreationally. Learn the trends as well as safety information around this substance.

Kitty Flipping: When Ketamine and Molly Meet
What is it, what does it feel like, and how long does it last? Read to explore the mechanics of kitty flipping.

Ketamine vs. Esketamine: 3 Important Differences Explained
Ketamine and esketamine are used to treat depression. But what’s the difference between them? Read to learn which one is right for you: ketamine vs. esketamine.

Guide to Ketamine Treatments: Understanding the New Approach
Ketamine is becoming more popular as more people are seeing its benefits. Is ketamine a fit? Read our guide for all you need to know about ketamine treatments.

Ketamine Treatment for Eating Disorders
Ketamine is becoming a promising treatment for various mental health conditions. Read to learn how individuals can use ketamine treatment for eating disorders.

Ketamine Resources, Studies, and Trusted Information
Curious to learn more about ketamine? This guide includes comprehensive ketamine resources containing books, studies and more.

Ketamine Guide: Effects, Common Uses, Safety
Our ultimate guide to ketamine has everything you need to know about this “dissociative anesthetic” and how it is being studied for depression treatment.

Ketamine for Depression: A Mental Health Breakthrough
While antidepressants work for some, many others find no relief. Read to learn about the therapeutic uses of ketamine for depression.

Ketamine for Addiction: Treatments Offering Hope
New treatments are offering hope to individuals suffering from addiction diseases. Read to learn how ketamine for addiction is providing breakthrough results.

Microdosing Ketamine & Common Dosages Explained
Microdosing, though imperceivable, is showing to have many health benefits–here is everything you want to know about microdosing ketamine.

How to Ease a Ketamine Comedown
Knowing what to expect when you come down from ketamine can help integrate the experience to gain as much value as possible.

How to Store Ketamine: Best Practices
Learn the best ways how to store ketamine, including the proper temperature and conditions to maximize how long ketamine lasts when stored.

How To Buy Ketamine: Is There Legal Ketamine Online?
Learn exactly where it’s legal to buy ketamine, and if it’s possible to purchase legal ketamine on the internet.

How Long Does Ketamine Stay in Your System?
How long does ketamine stay in your system? Are there lasting effects on your body? Read to discover the answers!

How Ketamine is Made: Everything You Need to Know
Ever wonder how to make Ketamine? Read our guide to learn everything you need to know about the procedures of how Ketamine is made.

Colorado on Ketamine: First Responders Waiver Programs
Fallout continues after Elijah McClain. Despite opposing recommendations from some city council, Colorado State Health panel recommends the continued use of ketamine by medics for those demonstrating “excited delirium” or “extreme agitation”.

Types of Ketamine: Learn the Differences & Uses for Each
Learn about the different types of ketamine and what they are used for—and what type might be right for you. Read now to find out!

Kitty Flipping: When Ketamine and Molly Meet
What is it, what does it feel like, and how long does it last? Read to explore the mechanics of kitty flipping.

MDMA & Ecstasy Guide: Effects, Common Uses, Safety
Our ultimate guide to MDMA has everything you want to know about Ecstasy from how it was developed in 1912 to why it’s being studied today.

How To Get the Most out of Taking MDMA as a Couple
Taking MDMA as a couple can lead to exciting experiences. Read here to learn how to get the most of of this love drug in your relationship.

Common MDMA Dosage & Microdosing Explained
Microdosing, though imperceivable, is showing to have many health benefits–here is everything you want to know about microdosing MDMA.

Having Sex on MDMA: What You Need to Know
MDMA is known as the love drug… Read our guide to learn all about sex on MDMA and why it is beginning to makes its way into couple’s therapy.

How MDMA is Made: Common Procedures Explained
Ever wonder how to make MDMA? Read our guide to learn everything you need to know about the procedures of how MDMA is made.

Hippie Flipping: When Shrooms and Molly Meet
What is it, what does it feel like, and how long does it last? Explore the mechanics of hippie flipping and how to safely experiment.

How Cocaine is Made: Common Procedures Explained
Ever wonder how to make cocaine? Read our guide to learn everything you need to know about the procedures of how cocaine is made.

A Christmas Sweater with Santa and Cocaine
This week, Walmart came under fire for a “Let it Snow” Christmas sweater depicting Santa with lines of cocaine. Columbia is not merry about it.

Ultimate Cocaine Guide: Effects, Common Uses, Safety
This guide covers what you need to know about Cocaine, including common effects and uses, legality, safety precautions and top trends today.

NEWS: An FDA-Approved Cocaine Nasal Spray
The FDA approved a cocaine nasal spray called Numbrino, which has raised suspicions that the pharmaceutical company, Lannett Company Inc., paid off the FDA..

The Ultimate Guide to Cannabis Bioavailability
What is bioavailability and how can it affect the overall efficacy of a psychedelic substance? Read to learn more.

Cannabis Research Explains Sociability Behaviors
New research by Dr. Giovanni Marsicano shows social behavioral changes occur as a result of less energy available to the neurons. Read here to learn more.

The Cannabis Shaman
If recreational and medical use of marijuana is becoming accepted, can the spiritual use as well? Experiential journalist Rak Razam interviews Hamilton Souther, founder of the 420 Cannabis Shamanism movement…

Cannabis Guide: Effects, Common Uses, Safety
Our ultimate guide to Cannabis has everything you want to know about this popular substances that has psychedelic properties.

Cannabis and Ayahuasca: Mixing Entheogenic Plants
Cannabis and Ayahuasca: most people believe they shouldn’t be mixed. Read this personal experience peppered with thoughts from a procannabis Peruvian Shaman.

CBD-Rich Cannabis Versus Single-Molecule CBD
A ground-breaking study has documented the superior therapeutic properties of whole plant Cannabis extract as compared to synthetic cannabidiol (CBD), challenging the medical-industrial complex’s notion that “crude” botanical preparations are less effective than single-molecule compounds.

Cannabis Has Always Been a Medicine
Modern science has already confirmed the efficacy of cannabis for most uses described in the ancient medical texts, but prohibitionists still claim that medical cannabis is “just a ruse.”

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