Well, I wrote my column for Skunk today--you research for three weeks, pull the best stories on the drug war, fact check to make sure you have the whole story and then write the damned column. BUTTTTT....today, after doing all that, I tossed the column and wrote a Drug War Follies about the idiocy of the zealots who are waging war on the new healthcare law in the US, about the unimaginable idiocy of the people waging a war on women and then put in one drug war horror story that made my freaking hair curl. That story was this: In February, police in upper Michigan were called regarding a domestic dispute at the home of a guy who has a three year old son. On arriving, the policeman saw that no one was hurt and no one wanted to press charges, so no arrests. The officer left. Newspaper accounts didn't explain it very well but I gathered that the dispute was between the child's father and mother.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Well, it's been quite a week. Good but hard.
Posted by Peter Gorman at 5:16 PM
Monday, April 09, 2012
Well, today is my daughter Madeleina's 15th. She's more like 35 but at the same time she's sometimes 10.
Posted by Peter Gorman at 4:04 PM
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Well, it's Saturday, Holy Saturday, the night before the biggest day in all of Catholicism. In my house, growing up, while Christmas was more spectacular, the Resurrection was the deal that set everything apart, made man God with a capital G and all that jazz.
Posted by Peter Gorman at 3:27 PM
Thursday, April 05, 2012
Okay, in the spirit of sharing recipes, I'm having a burrito tonight.
Posted by Peter Gorman at 3:04 PM
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Okay, so my friend Morgan Maher, who illustrated my book and has put together the upcoming Evolver Series on Visionary Nutrition, asked me something in an email recently about how I felt about something or other. I forget how it happened but I answered him and forgot about it. Then today he surprised me by posting my response on Facebook. And I have to say I sounded like a decent and intelligent person in my response to the forgotten question. So here it is and I'm proud I said it because I believe it.
“I think that once a person is aware of the life in everything, they can begin to access the spirit of everything. And once they can do that they can interact with those spirits. I'm talking about the spirit of the creek, the bricks in your house, the hundreds of spirits roaming your kitchen. This universe is full full full of life and life force. The roll of shamanic knowledge for us westerners introduced to those spirits is to spread that knowledge, make communication easier.
And if we can do that--a big task, no doubt--then the way people interact with the world and the spirits of the world and universe will change, automatically, from one of dominance to one of cooperation. And when we, mankind, begin interacting with the world, rather than trying to dominate it, well, I think mankind will be better off. The world and its spirits don't really care if we do, for the most part. Trees will be here long after we're gone, and so will stones and bricks and clouds and the moon. So it's really up to us to take an interest if we are to make the friendship of those spirits. And thus far, for most of us throughout mankind's short history on this planet, that effort has not been made. Which has left us losing out on so much we might have learned. Who knows what we have missed simply by not asking a plant what benefit it might have for mankind, rather than saying "tree, chop it and burn it for fire."
I think the universe has all the secrets of the universe. And our arrogance in trying to continually conquer the universe rather than communicate with it, has kept us from being taught those secrets. And how delicious they might be!”
Posted by Peter Gorman at 12:39 PM
Monday, April 02, 2012
Someone wrote me today saying that he/she was suffering very bad pain in their solar plexus for a full day or two following the drinking of ayahuasca. I don't know the person and don't even know if they are drinking traditional ayahuasca or some syrian rue analogue. Still, I tried to come up with a reason they might be suffering so deeply following medicine sessions. Here's what I wrote:
Posted by Peter Gorman at 5:17 PM
This morning on a forum where I occasionally post, someone posed the question of what ayahuasca--the remarkable medicine of the Amazon--was cooked in prior to the introduction of metal pots in that part of the world. So here was my answer, to which I added in a second post. Might be of interest. Hope so.
For Westerners with a sense of permanence that might seem like a pain in the neck--having to replace everything from clay pots to houses to bows/arrows/blowguns/rafts/canoes with regularity, but in a place like much of the Amazon, it really gave people the freedom to move about to look for better hunting areas, more arable areas and so forth. When Papa Viejo and his several wives moved off the Aucayacu maybe 20 years ago, he simply set fire to his houses, left everything but a couple of machetes, an axe, his shotgun, a few metal pots and some clothing, and he and his wives and kids walked back to the Brazilian side to build a new camp. These days, with too many permanent and semi-permanent goods like lots of metal pots, small motors, gas cans, sometimes radios and even occasional television sets with satellite reception, well, those people cannot just pick up and leave anymore. The things they've come to accept and depend on have become an anchor and have forced many people, both mestizos and indigenous alike, to settle down and become dependent on an agrarian lifestyle, rather than a lifestyle that might have included some hunting/fishing/gathering and movement when the time was right.
Posted by Peter Gorman at 9:17 AM