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Peyote Spirit Walk in the Desert

The Ultimate Trip is the Journey Within.


“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern.”

- From William Blake’s “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell”

Most of my waking life my mind has been racing with the rest of me chasing behind trying to catch up. But at the end of a dirt road far out in the Arizona desert I stopped one night and caught up with myself.


On that night it was me alone under an infinite night sky - stripped naked without emails, TV, chatter and static - all the clutter and distractions that normally mask me from myself and the world around me. The peyote juice I drank before the sun melted away had seeped into my body and shed the skin between my soul and the universe around and within me. At this remote solitary place in the desert, I had come home to myself.

For the previous two years, I had zigg zagged through North America in my motor home – creating and absorbing a massive amount of experiences, beauty, conversations and stimulation. I had completely looped the United States from Key West to Maine, over to Seattle, down to San Diego, through the Rockies, up into the heartland and down along the Gulf. But eventually the great long winding road took me right back to myself.

As I watched each log in my campfire burn and smoke up into the infinite black sky, I felt that my journey, no matter how intense and hot, would ultimately smoke up and dissipate into the infinite unknown Universe. But yet, while I still exist, I felt the passionate need to burn bright and warm before turning to cold ashes.

If you journey long enough you will come to the “end of the road”. All souls who take the journey of discovery eventually find that the road leads back to themselves – if they follow the road long enough. After thousands of turns, stops and encounters – I’ve finally come to realize that the ultimate trip is the journey within.

It had been a long winding road to this place in the desert and in my heart and soul. I had sought this place in books, exotic locations, in people and in religion. But I never really found it.

I thought of the old man, half apache Indian and half Jewish but raised as a Catholic, who had founded this Peyote Way Church in this remote Arizona desert. There were no steeples, altars or dogma in this man’s church. In his religion of peyotism the natural universe was the church and peyote was the sacrament of choice.

This man, I learned from those who cared for him, had spent one night in a bunker in Europe during World War II tending to forty dead and dying men. At age 17 he got the ultimate wake up call from Hell.

He grew old well before his time and lived enough life times to almost make up for several of the young soldiers who never lived a full life. He became a famous artist and potter, a major advocate and figure in the psychedelic spiritual awakening of the 60’s and 70’s and a great student of history. But beyond all this, he was a seeker of wisdom and spiritual awareness.

While fasting during the past two days, free from all food and alcohol, I could hear the sound of this man’s breathing machine slowly pumping air in heavy deep breaths through an air tube that went up into a wall. But he never came out of this room.

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