1/ Morning after surgery, something inside me exploded. I was doing so well that I was gonna be discharged way ahead of schedule in a few hours, and then this pain arose and built and built and finally hit and suddenly blood was spurting out of me like an uncontrolled fountain. 2/ Making that pressurized hose psstttt noise. I remember that. I remember the pain. I remember the muffled sounds I made.

Lots of scrambling. I was wheeled into emergency surgery. It was a beehive.

1/ I just finished a week of studying with an obscure sect of Buddhist monks. They’re the mystics of their tradition.

Every religion’s got mystics. They’re the crazy ones. Those who want to bypass dogma and bang on the very nature of reality itself. 2/ They don’t want to be told about God, they don’t want to understand God, they want to intimately experience God.

This isn’t a feel good piece, just an honest one.

1/ A friend, @PeterAttiaMD, tweeted the news report on February 1st. It was a cold Friday afternoon. The headline read: New York dietician, 27, hangs herself. 2/ I stared at it for a while. Every link you follow on the web is a journey into your own mind. Then, I clicked through.

1/ While back, a friend had a chance to lick a toad that would make him see God. He’s never drank or smoked anything in his life.

The experience he’d been offered was thousands of years old. Practiced by indigenous tribes. Everyone I know who’d done it was better for it. 2/ The actual mechanism is well-known. You don’t lick the toad anymore.

Instead, you smoke the resin. It’s a form of DMT. Some call it, the Spirit Molecule.