There is. No Word. For Iboga. There are, many, many, many. Worlds. For Iboga. There are three sounds: – I – Bo – Ga – or, Hi, Beau Gars! (*) (*) Hi, Cute Dude!
When I discovered that I was a “Nice Guy”, I felt the need to establish deeper relationships and get more validated by men than by women. I cut out several of my relationships with female friends and invested more of my energy in getting socially involved with male friends. I kind of knew it was not enough though, but it was the only option I had at that time. After several years, a bit by coincidence,Continue reading
As an explorer, I am dedicated to navigate through all the corners of my psyche. It is self-healing. It is fascinating. I already wrote about self-discovery and integration of a childhood trauma. Among other tools, I rely on ayahuasca, a psychoactive brew from the Amazonian jungle, to unlock and get access to unconscious material buried deep inside my psyche. And during another ceremony with ayahuasca, I met a new part of my unconscious that was broughtContinue reading
Both my parents come from a Western European country, but with my family, because of my father’s job, we spent many years abroad in different continents, far, far away from my parents’ home country, geographically, socioeconomically, and culturally. We were living as expatriates. And it turns out that I was conceived, and was born, in one of them, in the hot moist of some tropical latitudes. From chronic disease to inner self-exploration I came backContinue reading