Psychedelics have been part of my healing journey on and off for several years. They’ve opened me, unraveled me, and brought me back to the deepest parts of myself. But what continues to move me the most is the knowing that I don’t always need to ingest anything to reach those realms. That state of being—of beauty, connection, insight—it lives inside me. It always has.
Recently, I experienced one of the most profound journeys of my life—completely sober.
Through a guided breathwork practice combined with flickering light stimulation, I entered a state that was rich with color, sensation, and meaning. As a very visual person who has always received dreams and visions as part of my ancestral gifts, the light became a portal. A kaleidoscope of vibrant geometry and sacred patterns unfolded before me—swirling, dancing, pulling me deeper.
And then suddenly, I was standing before a river.
It wasn’t just a vision. It was me. I was there, breathing deeply into my body, watching the water move. Everything was happening so fast—flashes of insight, layers of feeling—but that river held me. I felt myself healing right there on the banks of it. Not because of something outside of me, but because I remembered the medicine within.
This is the way I want to live—rooted in the truth that I can access this sacred state of being any time. I carry the tools. I am the ceremony.
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