I haven't written a newsletter in the last couple of weeks. The frankness is that 3 weeks ago I did one of the deepest psychedelic journeys I've done in my life, and it has taken some time to congeal back into a 'form' that feels coherent and stable. That's my inner academic coping with writer's block lol. It has been incredibly difficult to write about my experience (for those that don't know, I did huachuma, 4 hits of high-quality LSD, and then 6 hours into the trip, did 3 rounds of 5MEO). I specify for the connoisseurs of consciousness. For everyone else; the question is, why Erick? And the truth is, because the still inner whisper in me wanted to try it. A lot of my life choices are because the still inner whisper glints with excitement when opportunities like this present themselves. Being 3 weeks removed from the experience, a couple of things become clear:
This experience I had 3 weeks ago was profoundly 'genetic.' A part of why I was interested in doing 400 micrograms of LSD is because of the research done by Stanislav Grof. His findings: 350 to 400 micrograms of LSD tends to induce 'rebirthing experiences.' People literally report re-experiencing their births, and that this birth experience under LSD is deeply correlated with life-altering improvements to mental health. I got to taste that experience. But the big practical take-away was that I'm stepping into the next phase of my dharma, which symbolically came as 'Simba returning to Pride Rock.' It's a long story for another time, but the essence of this symbol revealed itself in the following way: How many of us who try to lead are able to host an honest supper with our family? If you're not able to facilitate honest conversations with your family over a meal, why are you trying to lead others? How many of us pass that bar? What does it take to be able to host an honest supper? This is the next project I feel called to work on. The other really interesting outcome is that in the past 3 weeks since this journey, a whirlwind of events have unfolded where I now find myself as the new leader of Fit For Service. Aubrey is stepping away to water other gardens, and I have offered to lead FFS into its next evolution. In some ways, this feels like a lateral echo of the 'Simba returning to Pride Rock' symbol. My intention as the Chief Dharma Officer of FFS (yeah I got to give myself that title lol), is to create a 'garden that turns into a food forest.' By the end of 2025, I intend to have deconstructed and distilled everything FFS has learned through 6 years of hosting transformational containers so that anyone who desires to become fit enough to 'honest an honest supper' will have a place to learn how to do that. With this done, I will pass Fit For Service to Claire and Clayton, and by 2026, I will be on to other gardens myself. There is a depth to the psychedelic world that transcends linear time. To find myself at the helm of FFS after a journey dominated by Lion King imagery is hilarious to me. I'll keep you all in the loop as the journey unfolds. PS. My fiancé is hosting a 3-hour live class on how to magick the fck out of your Winter Solstice. If you're feeling called to start 2025 with a deep sense of holiness and intention, Caitlyn is a phenomenal teacher. Song I'm Listening on RepeatQuote I'm Enjoying"The more important a call or action is to our soul's evolution, the more Resistance we will feel toward pursuing it." -Steven Pressfield "We are pushed by pain until we are pulled by a vision." -Michael Bernard Beckwith |
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Welcome to another Feasting Friday (Monday Edition). This week's feast is brought to you by The Dharma Artist Collective; where Artist's go to focus and create. Poem that brought me to tears: David Whyte is one of my spiritual heroes. He pairs depth and levity in a way I don't see often, and when I do, I feel relieved. His energy and his telling of David Wagoner's "Lost" brought me to a stillness deeper than all this week's meditating combined. Enjoy. What I am reading: "Setting God Free" by...
On the night of April 15th, 2025, after 193 days vocal chord spasms, I got my voice back for about 5 hours. It happened, of all places, at a business mastermind. Some of you may not know, but I've been co-hosting large events the last 7 years with Fit For Service. However, I have never gone to someone else's event. In all my days on this Earth, I had never gone to any mastermind or summit outside those I help create. This surprised me when I realized it a few weeks ago (what arrogance lol)....
The elevator opens and I see a man holding a boxcutter. He's flipping it open and closed as he cusses at someone through his airpods. His construction vest didn’t cover the tattoos on his sunburnt neck. We made eye contact as I passed him to get to my room. The glance was brief, but I think he could feel I thought his cursing, his volume, and his boxcutter were in bad taste. His glance back was a mildly confused hostility. An image of him lunging to cut me and my elbow breaking his nose...