YOGA, SEX AND THE SHAMAN OF MYSORE

South of Germany, 1972. My great friend and guide, Gunther, with a bunch of long-haired friends, all in their twenties, buy a rusty school bus. They left Hidelberg, to reach Goa, in India. By land. Gunther and Gabi, now his wife and not even eighteen by these days, have been living full-on that legendary and vibrant period of modern history. In Goa, Gunther did his last Trip to the Other World, flying with LSD. He was virgin, spiritually speaking. He was hungry for something. Slave of that curiosity which devours you, leading you on  a path where questions are not clears and if they are, they don’t receive satisfying answers by parents or school teachers, by anything of the ordinary world. When he was about seventeen, a girl told him that ‘‘after having experienced a consciousness opening with Acids, she’d gotten into Yoga. That was the way to get back into those realms of existence, without chemicals”.  Not much later, the same happened to Gunther. Quoting George Harrison, Grateful Dead’s Gerry Garcia as Ram Das, he finds himself on the same vibe: Psychedelics are gifts, initiating tools to open doors, which existence, our mind isn’t even aware of. Seraphically, … Continue reading

HAMPI, Suspended In time – trip report

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Hidden among the most spectacular middle ages ruins of the world, Hampi’s soul is a dark creature, complicated and stunningly beautiful. Many talk about it as the indian Mecca for Magic Mushrooms; backpacks on, we get there, equipped with the worst work tools ever, expectations. Surrounding a spectacular labyrinth of river ponds, kindly laying among hills of megalithic ranges, silently rest the memories of the greatest hindu’ civilization. A delirious landscape of pillars, skeletons of temples, carved columns, shrines for each taste, streetfood vendors selling channa and fried bullshits, bulls ruminating leftovers of bullshits’ consumers , irreverent monkeys, cackling indian pilgrims, sweet eyed street dogs and dusty backpackers with a jambe’ hanging from their shoulders. Two riversides, two worlds. In the 80s’, UNESCO decided to take care of this area which includes about sixty historically relevant building spread on a ray of a couple of kms and thanks to the magnificent indian bureaucratic machine, about three different layers of offices and related functionaries have been sharing the cake. (We tried to talk to any manager but we have been bounced from an officer to some other straw-tailed desk puppet for almost a day) As a first operation, they decided … Continue reading