The Power of a Wandering Mind

A wandering mind can be put to creative use especially at times like these when the Covid-19 pandemic is ravaging the world. As we all practice social distancing, which clearly is one of the most…

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Why I traveled across the globe in search of Ayahuasca at the age of 21

Two pots of Black Ayahuasca with Chacruna and Holy Basil

My life was pretty basic for quite a long time. I grew up in a middle-class family together with my younger sister. We lived in Switzerland where we had our own beautiful house near the woods and just everything a young boy could only dream of. Later on, my parents started a new business in the gastronomy and as you probably all know, this means hard work. So they found this very beautiful location in a small town in Switzerland close to a river with a unique view. They started working on a simple but very appealing concept — a basic Italian kitchen with a great focus on self-made food and sustainable sources of products. It was fascinating how the business prospered right on from the beginning. Despite the place being quite some time away from cities, people came from all over Switzerland only to eat at our place. We were extremely overwhelmed, happy and fulfilled. As kids, my sister and I, at the age between five and ten, had very few intimate moments with our parents. They were basically always busy looking after the business and bringing home some money to finance the family’s life. That was a big issue for our mother and completely stressed her out. She gave her best to take care of us and to spend as much time as possible together. Because she as a person was very much a perfectionist and wanted to do anything just absolutely perfect at any time, she started to accumulate burden over time and eventually was not able to hold the space (business and family-wise) anymore. She greatly suffered from depression and our life as a family changed over time. Interestingly, my sister and I didn’t realize that much of what was really going on with our mother. One night, it was just a week before we planned to go to Italy for holidays, it happened. I woke up at about 3 am because I heard some noise from our floor downstairs. I then went down and I saw my father trying to resuscitate our mother. But it was too late. She took the decision that she wants to leave this earthly plane and committed suicide. I remember myself crying deeply and sitting next to her body for a long time. It was a terrible and yet interesting moment. I didn’t realize it in this particular moment, but now I’m completely aware that during the time I was around her dead body, I was able to be part of her transition momentum into other dimensions. Even she was…

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