“…The last group was slow and steady. No blind leaps off rocky cliffs, no last minute dares out of moving traffic, no endless battle between my heart and ego. Just unfolding, unraveling, unlearning. A natural, smooth process of blooming, becoming, beyond…”

“…I think I'm ready to shed the serpent's skin. The last group was unbelievable for me. I had been holding the intention since I got back, to level out the energy after a turbulent growth period (it basically leveled out on its own as soon as the collective purge was over.) So when I began the second group with that same vague intention, I realized quickly that was counter-intuitive…”

“…I was so ready for another Sanango diet! I had no idea I'd be faced with the challenge of knowing it was time to walk away….”

“…Wow time is so crazy ... in some ways I feel like I just began my apprenticeship...the deeper I go, the bigger the picture gets. All the way to purging the Western Consciousness (well, chunks of it anyway)…”

…”It was hard with my mixed feelings...I knew the Medicine had done it's work, but I still wasn't clear on the people administering it. How much does that effect the ceremonies? A shaman who has had thousands of ceremonies must be completely purged, right?”