I need you dear reader because I don’t really exist unless I am perceived. I write to be witnessed. See me my friend. Come see what resides within my flesh and bones, the pulp of my brain and heart. Come listen to the roar of the universe beneath my small voice and peculiar accent. Feel the entity that is I. I am a witness. My work has placed me in the roles of counselor, psilocybin facilitator, biographer and journalist. I have made a living witnessing people. I have also had the good...

And God spoke. Messages received on psychedelics.

It’s useful to have one, but you’ll do just fine without it. I live in America where an estimated 76 percent of adults own a car. When I tell people I don’t have a car, I feel a little embarrassed. “Oh, you don’t have a car?” they say, a little surprised. I imagine (correctly or incorrectly) that they’ll think I’m less of an adult because of this. “That’s right, I don’t. I have a driver’s license but have tallied the pros and cons of car ownership and have decided I don’t like driving enough...