The First Ever LENS Symposium

The First Ever LENS Symposium

I started a new sort of mental health agency forged in the image of a church. Why blend these two modes? In my opinion, psychotherapy offers better evidence-based approaches to promoting increased wellbeing and reduced suffering than religious institutions have ever offered. But a stable community of spiritual fellowship (a church) is uniquely apt to provide a profound mystical experience. Spiritual communities are better equipped to integrate such extraordinary “states” into enduring “traits” by providing an arena to express and develop such traits.

Deaths of despair (alcohol addiction, suicide, drug overdose) are on the rise in this nation. Not content to merely inoculate ourselves from such a fate, The LENS encourages its adherents to unfold the fullness of their capacities back into the universe which wrought them.

The LENS will continue to host symposiums wherein guest artists are spot-lighted, testimonials of awe-inspiring experiences are shared, and proven psychotherapeutic tools are practiced. The LENS is also hosting thoughtfully designed and carefully executed Entheogenic Retreats in accordance with the latest discoveries in psilocybin research. Participants safely and reliably experience what thousands of people have discovered is our natural and constitutionally protected birthright… a mystical experience among the most meaningful and healing available to mankind.

the enemy

the enemy

hear that sound again
it’s not the truth
i’m telling you
it’s not me
it’s all around me now
communication from the enemy

Dear Colleague

Dear Colleague

Greetings Cohort 22! This is your invitation to my graduation party on Saturday June 17th. More details on that below, but first... some housekeeping....

Now that we all have our hard-fought diplomas firmly in hand... I'd like to clear the air about why I went missing last October. 

2017-08-25 midnight

2017-08-25 midnight

I am the scream

I am the wailing

I am the laughter

I am the vibrating

I am the snorting

I am the ever bursting scream, the ever uncoiling string stretched between two arms pulling and tumbling, wrenching me apart, dividing me and pouring the one half into the other, over and over

The pouring goes deeper each time, the pouring never ends

The tumbling never ends, the dividing never ends, the pulling never ends

I am the pouring out
 

 

 

Photo Credit: “Waterfall of light” by Stuart Caie is licensed under CC BY 2.0

Colors Fade

Colors Fade

Imagine if every morning when you woke up, you had a slightly diminished ability to see color.