Leaving My Religion: AKA How George Carlin Saved My Life

That’s right. You heard it here first.

I couldn’t begin to list each way that George Carlin’s vast library of live stand-up comedy shaped me into the man I am today, but I can distill the essence of his advice down to two words:

Question everything”.


Nothing in life is as it seems. Seems like an obvious point. But what I’ve discovered over the last few years is how wrong I was on almost every conviction I had. Not totally wrong in many ways, but I was rarely 100% correct. Over the years, you build opinions, beliefs, strategies, and checklists that help you navigate the world. As the years wear on, you refine these factors. You smack yourself in the forehead for ever believing something you had so much conviction of, earlier in your life.

George Carlin was the saber with which I cut through the bullshit in my own life. George Carlin was anti-(almost) everything. And to quote Tyler Durden:

“Only after we lose everything, are we free to do anything.”

The same concept can be applied to how you look at the world by, primarily, questioning everything. If you question everything, it gives you an opportunity to look at the world through a considerably less biased lens. George Carlin was the catalyst I needed in my life. My family watches Fox News exclusively, with devoted fervor if you need to be more convinced that they didn’t teach me to question much.

I grew up in a fundamentalist/charismatic Christian family. My whole mother’s side of the family was into speaking in tongues, miracles, spritual warfare, Hellspeak, etc.

This terrified me as a child. My father had no influence on my spiritual life – we rarely spoke about anything beyond farming and duck hunting – and therefore my mother was my de facto spiritual teacher. She was and is, a beautiful, thoughtful, caring, generous, and godly woman who did the best she could. However, she was unaware of the dangerous mental toll that these intense spiritual subjects could have on a developing mind.

When we’re born, we’re simply an empty vessel. We know nothing. Therefore, we’re dependent on those in our immediate vicinity to fill us in on how the world works. It shapes our outlook on the world, and no matter what you do, those who get first crack at teaching you the ‘truths’ of the universe, will have major sway in the conventions of your thought-life. The whole universe is a mindfuck. We’re just bugs on a rock in a void.


They taught me from the beginning that Santa Claus was not real. That was a deliberate tactic implemented so that I wouldn’t question in the future whether Jesus was real. Seems smart from the Christian perspective, so I can’t really even fault them for it.

BUT, when first thing out of the gate, at age zero, you’re being taught that God created us all and there’s a devil out there in this world who messes with your thoughts and wants to torment you in hell forever if you don’t do and say and act in the Christian way. Your worldview begins skewing in a certain direction. It may not seem like much, but consider this metaphor: If two ships left the Pacific Coast at the exact same time in the exact same location, but one ship is facing just 1 degree in a different angle, 24 years of sailing and you’ll find yourself in a much different part of the ocean than the other ship that left at the same time. Same goes with your worldview. You could grow up in the same town, same school, same after-school extracurriculars, as all of your peers, but when you’ve been given such a denigrating worldview that attacks your thought-life primarily, you’re going to be in trouble.

A popular Bible verse among devoted Christians is found in Joshua 24:15: “…but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”

Seems innocuous enough right? For 24 years of my life I believed that this was one of the best verses regarding raising a family and navigating the secular world. I drank deep of the ‘kool-aid’ so to speak, and believed with my whole heart that this was such a profound verse and that I was a member of the one true religion – those who weren’t, were lost; reveling in sin. Only after some serious self-reflection, honest critique, heavy study of philosophical articles from all perspectives, and a particularly enlightening LSD experience (see: “Acid in the Jungle” on my website), I realized that my specific form of religion was so much more damaging than beneficial.

It all seems so beneficial on the outside: love your neighbor as yourself, do right, help those in need, etc.

But what goes unaddressed is the intense psychological toll it takes on those who are brought up in it, only to experience cognitive dissonance later in life as they find that what they were taught simply doesn’t line up with the world that they observe. Compounding this issue when asking questions regarding your religion (in my case, fundamentalist/evangelical/charismatic Christianity), is the built-in safety measures that safeguard the religion from real skepticism.

In my particular version of The Faith, it’s taught that you essentially can’t question God or the faith itself. It attempts to separate itself from other religions by claiming to be a relationship with Jesus/God/Holy Spirit and not a religion. That’s the first safeguard. The second is that questioning certain aspects of the faith are akin to blaspheming. To question God means to have no faith in God. This is a deeply-flawed outlook. It’s human fucking nature to question why we’re here. We weren’t asked to come here, we didn’t ask to come here, and there’s no definitive rule book on how to live in this world. There’s a thousand religious texts claiming to be the rule book, but that only makes each of them look less so. Third, is the insistence by everyone who taught me my worldview (seems a suspicious practice doesn’t it?) that Satan and his demons actively intervene in the lives of all humans to bring them death, destruction, and a future in Hell. Therefore, thoughts that question your religious doctrine – instead of realizing you have these questions because the doctrine is flawed – are seen as ‘attacks’ from the enemy meant to drag you closer to hell. As C.S. Lewis (who used to be my favorite writer) attests:

“The safest road to hell is the gradual one – the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.” – C.S. Lewis


Frightening. Imagine living your whole life questioning every second whether you’re headed to hell or not because life seems to be going well for you. It’s the perfect way to construct a vicious thought-cycle.

Life is going well, therefore it’s easy, does that mean I’m not doing enough for my church or my community and that satan is surreptitiously leading me towards the underworld?

But God wants us to have a happy life…

Yeah, but a happy life doing what He’s asked you to do.

How do I know if I’m doing the right thing? Wouldn’t I be happy if I were doing the right thing and making the right moves?

Maybe… maybe you’re enjoying your life because you’re indulging in the world too much, Satan totally has a hold on you, bro. Love god, the whole of the world is evil and you’re becoming evil by enjoying anything that comes from the world and not God. Enjoy hell.

But I’m reading my Bible every day and trying to take steps to be a Godly person. But I can’t control my hormones at 16 that make me want to get laid. And when I can’t get laid, every 16-year old my age is whacking off.

Well if your faith was stronger, you wouldn’t have a problem with these Earthly desires. You’d just call on God and he’d deliver you from these feelings.

I call on him all times of the day to help me with this, and yet I still do what the Bible says is wrong.

Tough dude. I guess you’re not a good Christian like you claim to be. Enjoy hell. Make any tiny, totally-human mistake and spend the next week in a cold sweat believing that if you died right now, you’d be on a one-way train to the Hellfire. Have a nice afterlife.

I don’t think I need to explain how dangerous this is for any developing brain, especially if it had been developing in that framework since age zero. A tree can grow up tall, straight, and majestic. However, if you move or shape the branches in it’s early stages, the tree will grow within that framework into almost any shape you want. It goes the same for the human brain. It grows within established frameworks. The most healthy way to mentally grow is to be taught that almost everything is a theory and that it’s up to us to decide for ourselves how life works, not to be told.


Once I began questioning the doctrine I was taught growing up, the whole house of cards began to collapse. But the scar is still there in my heart and in my mind. It took me 24 years to get to the point where I realized that I don’t believe what I thought I believed. Evangelicals want to proselytize and evangelize. I believe that people are entitled to their beliefs and it’s not up to anyone to force their beliefs on someone else. Charismatic Christians believe in ‘getting drunk in the spirit’, I believe that natural intoxicants have been used by the human race since the beginning of time and can be a shortcut to discovering ourselves (psilocybin, DMT and LSD in particular). Fundamentalists of all stripes believe that their holy text is the perfect and inerrant word of god. Which is impossible for all the religions to be correct. Isn’t it very possible that they’re all wrong?

You’re taught not to trust your instincts. You’re taught that only God knows, and we are born evil and flawed.

“Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding” – Proverbs 3:5

Is there any practice more insidious, dangerous, and damaging than a practice that teaches you not to trust yourself but to trust ethereal, all-knowing spirits, religious figureheads, and texts written during a time when a thunderclap was thought to be a physical manifestation from an angry god?


I’m just starting to learn to trust my instincts. But I still feel an ever-present set of eyes watching me during all moments of my life. I strive every day to realize that no one is constantly watching my every move and that I’m free to live unencumbered, but I also know that if I have been living life looking through the Fundamentalist/Charasmatic lens from the age of zero to twenty-four years it’s going to take more than six months to unlearn my entire outlook on life. It’s an exhausting, frightening, terrible, loathsome, fearful process.

My entire family still believes in what I used to believe. It still shapes all aspects of their lives and it would kill them if I came clean on this issue. They’re doing what they think is best and it’s not my business to try to change how they feel. After all, I was in their boat just a year ago. They also could be right. There’s no definitive proof that they’re wrong. I just don’t believe it. At the present time it seems better to engage in conversations with them regarding these issues, but taking the role of (pardon the pun) devil’s advocate than to outright argue the opposition. But as life goes, we make the best decisions we can with the information at hand. The future may be different. The future will be different.

George Carlin taught me that we can only be offended if we choose to be. Humor is one of our greatest vehicles towards Truth. Keep an open-mind and realize that you know nothing. Open yourself up to learn anything and everything. His tirades against organized religion I found concerning when I was younger, but as the years wear on, I realize how truly brilliant and transcendent those bits were. Humor is the single best weapon we have against religious infrastructure. And humor is universal. It’s a universal language. Catch the fever.


I raise a glass to all of you out there going through the same outlook-shattering transition that I continue to forge on with. Keep it up.

And of course, I’ll be praying for you.

-Thompson | 4.24.2017


College: The Drunkest Years

I have a theory that as rules tighten and law enforcement increases in college towns regarding alcohol consumption (in the name of safety), the students are actually put in more danger.

Trust me, I went to college for six years.

I mean okay, so it was six years just for a bachelor’s degree. But I earned my doctorate in drunken mischief.


Whatever you’d call it, I participated. I’ve been called an instigator more than twice. I’ve been on both sides of of peer and pressured. I joined a fraternity and abided by the guidelines set out in my favorite films, Animal House and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I’ve been arrested more than twice. Which meant I hired an attorney more than twice.

Try everything once and the good things twice, right?

Alright, so I’ve overshot that expression more than twice.

But… I never found myself in any sort of trouble during those first two years.

No, in fact, the trouble never really ensued until the university and police department began cracking down on students both on and off campus around my junior year. It created, what the social science world would call… what’s that term? Oh that’s right, UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES.

As in, when the rules/enforcement became unnecessarily strict… two MIPs, a couple of arrests, a few nights in jail, and yellowpaging a number of attorneys, became a little more familiar to me.

Basically, I believe that clinging to something too tightly (see: “Hold On Loosely” by .38 Special) eventually hits a peak wherein you subsequently see diminishing returns. Eventually, even the best situations when overdone will go awry. It’s just too much of a “good thing”.

A candy bar after dinner? Sounds great.

Ten candy bars after dinner? Fuck that.

I believe the same applies to rules and restrictions regarding alcohol consumption, specifically in college towns across America. I speak only from my personal, subjective point-of-view, but as I’ve been a part of (and often a ringleader for) assorted functions, fuckups and mayhem in my six years, I at least have some knowledge from the field, so to speak.



I’ve seen what I perceive to work. And I’ve experienced what doesn’t.

Why is the preacher’s daughter often a big hit with the boys?

For that matter, Catholic school girls have a similar reputation (sorry to break the news, padre).

Why do people on diets gorge themselves until they’re catatonic once they’ve gone off the wagon?

Why did your daughter refuse that balloon right up until the point you gave it to her brother, Denise.

Nothing is desired more than something restricted or taken away from you. The same goes for college students who are continually repressed with increasing prejudice from experiencing the true curriculum of college: the process by which you mature and become an adult.

This, of course, through whatever means necessary; these are not broad-stroke statements that apply to everyone.

But the all-ecompassing truth is that college students are treated far too much like children. Beyond administration choosing to assume the role of babysitter for everyone’s ‘extracurriculars’, I’m also looking at you, trigger warnings and safe spaces (#notmypresident… grow up.). All the degrees, paperwork, lectures, and powerpoint projects are just fine. But there’s just no substitute for life experience.

Alcohol is simply a life experience. Feel free to try and explain how alcohol consumption isn’t necessarily going to have an effect on everyone on the planet.

Mormons don’t drink. (yeah me neither *wink wink*)

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In fact, many religious folks abstain. (Despite many references to wine and parties, one stocked by Jesus himself.)

*sighs* Look jackass, some people just choose not to imbibe due to personal beliefs, family members, bad experiences, etc.

Well, I hear what you’re saying, but I have to say that I disagree. You may not touch a drop of liquor for the whole of your life. But you can bet your dumb ass you’re going to deal with a lot of drunk fucks. This is a shared experience by the whole of the planet in one capacity or another. Whether you’re personally partaking or not. People enjoy drinking. People enjoy taking drugs. They always have (check your history books, nerds). They always will. It’s just a part of our nature, and our consciousness is worth exploring.


art credit: “The Edge” – Black Ink Art

During my Freshman and Sophomore year (which, admittedly was spent primarily drinking Jungle Juice and Purple Jesus [oh sweet Purple Jesus] out of a trashcan mixed with ten bags of ice) my fraternity brothers and I would often go on a walkabout (y’know, just to check out the local scene). Thursday through Sunday, the streets at all hours of the night would be flooded. Enforcement of the laws governing underage drinkers was mostly reserved for those who would cause actual trouble and those who were a danger to themselves or others… the way it should be (logically, the same attitude should apply to other substances, but I digress). The point is that most of us in the streets walked around with little to no concern or danger, and in general, it was simply entertaining.

As my Junior year rolled around, I noticed that unless it was Halloween, seven nights a week, the streets would be empty. A few stragglers here and there, but they were just headed to another house party. All was calm in the streets, seems awfully safe right? To borrow a phrase from our President*:


In reality, the exact opposite effect had occurred. Outside, all was calm. Inside, everybody was three (or four…or ten) sheets to the fuckin’ wind. They had nowhere to go. For all intents and purposes, there was no escape. If they got caught drunk and underage just walking around outside, it’s a Minor-In-Possession charge. A misdemeanor in the state of Oregon, and two of them in less than a year and you lose your drivers license for a whole year.

Side note: This rule is only applicable if you’re between the ages of 18 and 21. Why? Who the actual fuck under the age of 21 needs a drivers license more than those in that age bracket? It’s worth mentioning that this rule applies whether cars were involved or not. They jack your drivers license because they can.

These students are still trying to figure how the world works and how they fit in it all. They’re discovering what it’s like to finally be on their own, and now they’re trapped in townhouses, fraternities, live-outs, apartments, dorms, and international housing with alcohol as their only escape.

Scenario: Someone’s having trouble waking up due to excessive consumption?

“Who’s calling the ambulance? I’m not. Can you? Well no, I’m not going to either, I got an MIP at Winter Formal two months ago. So you aren’t going to call either? Is anybody willing to call? The cops might show up and hand out a few MIP’s though if we stick around. Well somebody’s got to call, our buddy here isn’t looking too good…”

This is a conversation that shouldn’t exist. But it absolutely does. Far more often than you would imagine. For many, the fear of being caught while ‘breaking the law’ (see: Judas Priest) will take precedence over someone’s survival.

“Don’t call the cops or the medics, I’ve seen this before, I’m sure he’ll shake it off in the morning.”

“Toss him the shower and just check on him periodically.”

“Nah, he’s fine dude, I’ve been there many times before. I’m sure this is the same thing. He’s going to be fine, don’t fuckin’ call anyone.”

“Boy, this dead guy on our floor really killed the vibe.”

Furthermore, I believe that there is a nearly perfect inverse relationship between suppression and responses to that suppression. The stricter the rules become, the larger the reaction to those rules. The faster the fastball, the larger the homerun. More resistance is built up which can result in greater danger to the students. Rules that can enforce but tend towards being more lax allow for students to exercise their own pressure relief valves (whatever they may be). Without that pressure relief valve, all that shit from midterms is going to build up and you’re going to have a disaster on your hands (translation: venting prevents explosion, folks). Imagine, if you were a college student who had every night of the week to drink, your choice to drink on any given night would have less importance and you’d be more apt to skip a few nights because the option is always there. However, if you were restricted down to drinking only one night per week or one night per month, I’m willing to bet that you’d get fucked up proportionally. I’ve seen it countless times. It’s basic economics, folks.

If you could only eat pizza one day per year, wouldn’t you heroically over-consume on Pizza Day?

Let’s apply that theory. Rather than treating drunk undergrads like criminals, wouldn’t it be more beneficial to provide them with instruction and medical attention if needed, but allow them to grow up without marks on their record; marks that could affect their future significantly? Again, if real crimes are being committed, bust the fucks. If medical attention is needed, pump the fucks. If not, let them learn for themselves the hard way about what happens when you partake a little too liberally.

Hangovers are a great teacher.

Drunk texts and/or phone calls from the night before are great teachers.

Tagged photos on the internet are great teachers.

Blacking out can be terrifying and a great teacher.

Embarrassing interactions half-remembered the morning after are great teachers.

“Dude, do you remember _____________ you sick fuck?” is a great teacher.

Life itself is a brilliant teacher if you’re open to it. But tightening the leash on young people just trying to find their way in the real world and treating them like children with curfew and a swear jar is bullshit.

To learn is better than to be told.

Drink responsibly.

But if you don’t, make sure you’re going to learn something from it. And always make sure that the story is going to be worth it.

Thompson | 4.11.17

There’s No Place Like Home

I have a theory that I’ve been seeing my life from the wrong perspective.

I’ve often had some stay-at-home tendencies to my personality. I realized this about myself a few years back, and once I did, when new experiences and new challenges would arise, I would take it upon myself to push through and experience everything life has to offer. However, often I forget that I can be that guy. That guy who thrives rather than merely survives. He who experiences/lessons head-on because he’s looking to grow as a human being. Though often I forget these lessons and disciplines. Often I conveniently forget that I learned how to push through those tendencies years ago – most specifically when I moved alone from Oregon to Nashville at age 22 to pursue a music career. Now, at the age of 24, I try to think of the movie, “Yes Man” – for those fans of the underrated Jim Carrey masterpiece (masterpiece?) – and take on the challenge when asked.

I grew up as a fat kid. No way around that. I, in turn, essentially learned to think of myself as lesser than the other kids on the playground. I let that outward appearance quality – or lack thereof – define me for much of my life and there are still many trailing thoughts wherein I still associate in the same way with myself. It made me resist the outside world. I used to believe that outside is where you go to get hurt, because you’re lesser than everyone else and they know it. But fuck that.

Yes begets experience. Experience begets confidence. Confidence begets happiness.

But when you consider yourself a bit of a homebody, heading out into the outside world is a considerable task because you know – or at least think you know – that you’ll be so much more comfortable at home with a family-sized meat-lovers pizza and Netflix. This is of course not true the more you truly consider it. Sitting on the couch with a metric fuckton of pizza, Netflix, and at least a half-gram J is only ever truly satisfying when it’s been earned. As they say, you can only truly appreciate the sunshine after a day of rain.

So how do we go about taking on these outside-world tasks when our home is so inviting, safe, but – honestly – a little boring? I remind you that this article is only a theory… but I believe it starts with learning to disassociate from your physical structures and begin to craft your ideal (or dream?) home inside of yourself – in your psyche. Wherever you are, that’s home.

Give that last sentence a second read.

When you really sit down and think about it, is there a more true statement? In your physical house, you can move upstairs. You can move to the basement. You can move into the attic. You can switch bedrooms. You can move into the yard. Periodically you move into the doghouse (am I right fellas?). You can move into a new house, but wherever you end up, you still take yourself along for the ride. Therefore, your home has no physical dimensions. Your home has no boundaries. Your home is expansive and limitless. Your home has no roof. Your home is filled with things that can’t be stolen. And, possibly most importantly, your home doesn’t have a landlord. You own it in its complete and infinite entirety. And not only that…

It’s mobile. It goes where you go.

What a great concept! Makes your current house look a little weak by comparison right? Realizing this is the first step towards becoming more flexible, happy, comfortable, and confident wherever you go. Life is unpredictable and it favors the prepared. But how can I prepare for the unpredictable, Mr. Sweeney? I’m glad you asked. I believe it takes more than concentrating really hard (hey…good effort) everywhere you go on being home in that space. I believe some mental disciplines begin with physical disciplines that can then translate to a mindset. The mind controls the body, therefore using that body to perform certain actions will translate into greater mental control. It’s like self-reverse psychology or something.

So let’s jump into a few.


Take thirty seconds and google cold showers. I’m talking to you. Yeah you. Go on Google and check out the lengthy list of articles espousing the many – and I mean many – positive benefits of cold showers. I’ll list just a few here real quick off the top of my head. Not going to site these, seriously just google it.

Combats depression
Great for hair and skin
Supports and grows mental toughness
Builds will power
Increased alertness
Increased Brown Fat (the good fat that burns calories)
Increased weight loss
Improves circulation
Improves immunity
I take a cold shower every morning. And I can speak from consistent personal experience that it is one of the greatest discoveries that I’ve made in my 24 years. Tired? Cold shower. Feeling ineffectual? Cold shower. Got the blues? Cold shower. And, most importantly, it can kick a hangovers ass. I consider it to be meditative in nature as well. Once that icy water hits your skin, there’s very little else you’ll be thinking of beyond the coldness of the water. It brings you into the NOW, hippies. As in, welcome home. You begin to focus only on combatting the feelings you’re currently feeling. Breathing gets very rapid and you teach yourself to slow that breathing down. You focus on your breath and few thoughts enter your head beyond the current moment. We’re all supposed to live in the moment, right people? Therefore I see it as a meditation of sorts, and you can just as well use music in the practice as well. Often, I do.


There are many sites with their own versions of a cold shower. It’s a flexible practice and can be done in many variations, and there’s nothing wrong with switching it up now and then. But if you’re looking for a shortcut, here’s what I do.

Turn shower on in the hot position
Take normal shower – soap/body wash, shampoo, brush teeth, whatever.
Apply conditioner
Turn shower as cold as it goes
Wash conditioner out and withstand the cold for 2-3 minutes
Turn shower off
Feel like a fuckin’ champion
Often I’ll set up a quick shower playlist before getting in. One song for the hot section, 2-3 minute song for the cold section, and a kickass tune to accomplish finishing your cold shower. That cold blast of air that usually accompanies getting out of the shower becomes a thing of the past.

Recommended songs for cold shower portion:

99 Problems – Hugo
We Will Rock You – Queen
I’m Shipping Up to Boston – Dropkick Murphys
Good Times, Bad Times – Led Zeppelin
First Date – Blink 182
Shakedown on 9th Street – Ryan Adams
Take the Money and Run – The Steve Miller Band (…Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas *clap clap clap clap clap* [Just because it’s a cold shower doesn’t mean it can’t be a good time.])
Man up.

Or woman up.

Just go take a cold shower.


Simple-ish. Much like the cinematic tour-de-force that is “Yes Man” starring Jim Carrey you need to begin to embrace the word Yes. Home alone settling in for a nice evening to yourself? If (insert name) calls you up for a night on the town, you’re damn right; that town’s about to be painted red. Your dad invites you hunting on Thursday morning around 4am? Start packing the liquor for all the victory drinks you’ll be sharing in the morning. Find yourself at a Sturgill Simpson concert and someone passes you the J? Hit it. Realize that being open to an experience opens up the whole world. Realize that in that moment, no matter how far you are from your four walls, you’re still home. This is where you are right now and it’s yours to explore this new section of your home. See what’s in each room and know with each new door you open, a new set of riches awaits. A new set of skills will be acquired. Now, of course don’t go off the deep end, but you’re an adult, I think you can handle the subtleties of the parameters of this rule.


Simple. Find what works for you and make it into a sustainable and enjoyable lifestyle. The only thing in your way is you. And have a cheat meal once in a while. Why fuck around.


Early risers are successful. As a general rule, I think we’d agree, right? Become one. Find the alarm clock – whether a radio alarm clock or an app or whatever you fancy – that wakes you up and doesn’t let you go back to sleep. And when it goes off, all you need to do is get those feet on the floor and one of the hardest tasks of the day is already accomplished. Stand up. Stretch. And get your day going. I personally prefer to exercise in the mornings (and sure, I’ll accidentally miss a day or three on occasion, but consistently getting right back on your program is part of the discipline that will strengthen) because it knocks an obstacle out of your way in the morning and will get you in the zone for going out and getting what you want. Follow this up with a cold shower and you’ve got a true recipe for success. Step outside and breathe in the morning air. Drink fresh brewed coffee and watch the sunrise. Hell, it’s Saturday, make that coffee a Double Bloody Mary.

Do these things. You have to. You agreed to be a yes man right? Well then, welcome home.



Acid in the Jungle

We got acid. Finally.

He had mentioned to me that we’d be in touch, and that was a month ago. Flipping through my phone, I realized I hadn’t reached out to him in a while. I sent him a message that morning, and by the afternoon I had word back that he was leaving Seattle and would meet me at my house that night.

I grew up with the notion that bad people did drugs. Or good people did drugs and they turned bad. Drugs. The common denominator in many ruined lives. The unsung hero in many others, however.

What people fail to realize is that bad people will do bad things. Good people will do good things. Good people will do bad things and bad people will do good things. Black and white, life is not. Drugs and drug-use are a very applicable thread to explore this idea.

This is not a dangerous drug for appropriate users. It’s not associated with negative connotations for a reason. Cocaine and violence. Meth and mugshots. Heroin and junkies. What do you associate with a psychedelic? Hippies.


Now what is a hippie truly? When you get down to the bones of it, a hippie is against war; in support of love in all shapes and sizes; communal; and heavy into consciousness expansion. While war is necessary sometimes – though not every time – aren’t the hippies onto something that we should all be in support of? If we could eradicate war, isn’t that technically the highest and best goal? Will it happen? No. But that doesn’t negate the idea’s beauty.

As for love and community, shouldn’t we love everybody? Shouldn’t we all share with each other to the best of our ability? This is all starting to sound an awful lot like Jesus when you put it that way.

Now… consciousness-expansion, let’s talk about it. We each technically own nothing. You can buy all the stuff in the world, but in the end it will either be destroyed, converted, or go to someone else. It’s not yours. At most, it’s a lease with which you have full autonomy.

But you. You. Once you’re gone, you’re gone. No one else can use the collection of shit that you’ve learned over your life. All they can do is take what they’ve learned from you. But no one is the same and no one can be duplicated. Ever.

Therefore, we should be able to do with our bodies and minds whatever we want, so long as it doesn’t impede on someone else’s freedom.

Your mind is fantastic. It’s vast. It’s confusing. Sometimes it’s out to get you – have you ever stopped at the drive-thru on your way home, knowing full well you started your new eating program today? Your upbringing, experiences, failures, religion, and events that you go through in life shape the specific prism that you see life through. Every last person on Earth sees life through their own filter. That’s what quickly makes every person you meet interesting.

Therefore, your mind is worth exploring. It’s worth going on an adventure into. And like any adventure it will require preparation. You don’t know what you’ll run across in the jungle of your mind. You’ve collected a lot of shit over the years that goes into the makeup of your mind – friends, family, first love, broken hearts, births, deaths, contemplations, etc. Most of that is within your mind but you don’t access it every day. Many of those items you won’t revisit for years, and sometimes you never do. But life is lived through experience and you experience life through your filter.

But what if you had the opportunity to take that journey without a filter? What if you could look at the life you’ve lived, but stripped of the – very natural – bias that each of us abides by? If you could look at emotionally-charged events with an objective filter-less viewpoint, wouldn’t you be able to sort out just what it is that you’re actually looking at? Psychedelics remove that filter.

I cannot recommend this to everyone. Some people just aren’t wired for it. And hey, if that’s you, more power to you! That is not me.

But if you decide to take this journey, make sure you’ve done so after considering the potential pitfalls that may await you. Make this decision with the complete presence and fullness of your mind. Do not take it lightly. Much like an adventure through the jungle, you need to prepare. You need to know what to do if something goes awry. You need to have done your due diligence and studied the history of the terrain. Read up on safety instruction and have a backup plan. Know that once you’ve started this journey, you have already passed the point-of-no-return. You will go on this journey whether you like it or not, and you’ll be glad that you came prepared. The only way out is by completing your journey.

Bad trips happen. Whether on a psychedelic trip or in the jungle. You know who usually has the bad trip? Your comrade who hadn’t adequately prepared. Sometimes they happen to you even if you’ve taken all the precautions. However, if you’ve done your due diligence, the bad trip only leads to a beautiful story.

To continue the jungle adventure metaphor, to lack preparation means to fail. Lack of preparation leads to death in the jungle (keep in mind that no one has died as a direct result of the ingestion of psychedelics, but you get the metaphor). However, if you came prepared and an unexpected downturn arises, all it makes is for a better overall trip upon reminiscence.

Consider this:

One group’s trip to the jungle went smoothly and unaffected by external influence. They took pictures, laughed a lot, and had a very enjoyable time.

The second group’s trip ran into some trouble. They accidentally went over a waterfall and had to crawl to the shore, avoiding piranhas and other underwater deathtraps. Upon finding that their raft required repair that couldn’t be finished until the light of day, they had to camp far from their intended target. Luckily, they had done the correct preparation for a potential tragedy. They read the articles on surviving the jungle with it’s myriad opportunities for a gruesome and much-feared demise. They made it through the night, fixed the raft and made it to their target, sprinting on the tarmac to catch the outgoing flight back to The States.

Who had a better time?

Sure, the first group had a great time and now have a beautiful memory of an adventure with friends. They were prepared and luckily didn’t need to resort to those preparations. Nothing wrong with this, and it’s a very healthy activity to engage in with good friends. Highly recommended, should you be inclined.

But the second group. Holy shit do they have a story that they can take with them for the rest of their lives. Though it seemed like a nightmare at the time, they found that through this hardship, they learned more about themselves, what they care about, and what they’re made of, than many others could have learned in fifty uncontested adventures through the vastness of the jungle. Taverns across the planet raise their glass to you, sir.

A third group went, didn’t prepare, and no one has seen them since.

Always Be Prepared. A quick tip of the hat to the Boy Scouts of America.

A psychedelic trip takes you to you. Not you, like you think you know you. Just you. There’s a reason it’s been so highly touted as an alternative medicine to cure everything mentally-related with no side effects (should you take all the safety precautions). It’s non-addictive, because it loses it’s potency if done too often in succession. It’s been known to alleviate symptoms of depression, general anxiety disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), panic attacks, intrusive thoughts, social anxiety, seasonal affective disorder, and the list goes fuckin’ on

It introduces you to the highest version of yourself. It takes the reigns back from all the negatives trying to control your life and put you squarely back in the drivers seat.

Comedian and well-educated psychonaut Duncan Trussell essentially describes it this way (and I paraphrase):

“Taking psychedelics is like getting into a helicopter. This helicopter takes you above the broken city that is your soul’s consciousness (this applying to depression, intrusive thoughts, anxiety, PTSD, etc.). This helicopter takes you above this burning city with it’s sewage overflow, tire fires, crumbling buildings, and general disrepair. It takes you far above to where the air is clean and you can see the whole of the city in total clarity. You are able to fully take in the enormity of the destruction. You can see each individual issue and realize that when you look at the problem as a whole, it’s not nearly as overwhelming as it looks from the ground. You fly around discovering issues you weren’t even aware of and develop a plan for repair. And then you land again. Now it’s time to go to work cleaning up.”

I can say from personal experience that this is perfect metaphor. It allows you to see each problem in an unfiltered light. It allows the real you to take an unbiased look at your demons. Your darkness. It begins to shine a light and the darkness will eventually disappear. Thought it doesn’t come without work. The metaphor of going to work and cleaning up is as literal as it is figurative. But it allows you to work on yourself with you at the reigns, not all of your bullshit hangups trying to drag you down.

Upon looking back, my second LSD trip changed my life. The first was a lot of fun with friends, but the second took me for a ride. I took it in the wilderness – again, with friends – by the edge of a crystal clear, ice-cold river. The sun was shining and the clouds were swirling, often going off like fireworks chasing a shooting star. The evergreens above me glowed with a brilliant splash of greens like I’d never seen before. The rocky crags of the mountains shone in complete detail and with sharp contrasts to the myriad colors of the planet that surrounded them. I felt terror for a some time in the beginning; afraid of this journey I had undertaken. But as the trip went on, I discovered that I brought the tools and had the temerity to see it for what it was and truly enjoy it. As the saying goes, instead of fighting the current, I just lifted my feet and floated downstream. Once the darkness receded, I’d never felt so alive and connected to everyone and everything around me. Life became so simple. I emerged from the trip with the most intense, profound peace I’d ever experienced in the whole of my life.


We were here.

I was diagnosed with possessing the unique characteristic of a serotonin count lower than 99.5% of people in the world. In lamens terms, I know the darkness of depression and anxiety. But this… this gave me the most beautiful and spectacular and loving peace that I had not known in all of my days. Within that next week, I discovered that I saw life differently. It showed me the steps I needed to take to become the better, kinder, happier, more loving person I always strived to be. It gave me my life.

But sometimes you forget.

You forget what you learned.

Somehow you gave the reigns up again. Somehow gave the reigns up again. That darkness is always waiting.

But now I know more than I did before. I did one tour through the jungle and I forgot a few tricks I learned. But I know more than I did. I’ve been through the jungle once and I’m not afraid to go again. No trip is the same. Every one provides new lessons and new insight. And if a trip is worth doing, it’s worth doing right. Don’t forget the lessons you learned and don’t be afraid to step into the unknown where few have the courage to go.

Take the adventure, the views are spectacular.