previous entries in the myth of merula
- What the Vision Root Made Me See
When the visions began to get more intense, they started out tame enough for me. I saw a big compost pile in the middle of Africa, as tall as Mount Kilimanjaro. Only it wasn’t made out of decaying vegetation. It was made out of people and animals. Dogon and Bozo, Fang and Tuareg, Bella and […]
03/25/2007 - And So Akyundo Fed Me the Vision Root As I Sat There Weakened by Dysentery and Troubled by Nightmares
The timing for undergoing a guided Ibogaine trip at the hands of Akyundo could not have been worse. I was feeling weakened from my bout with dysentery. I had also been suffering nightmares as I slept on my foam mattess in Apurali’s courtyard. I would dream I was the leopard whose paws had been cut […]
03/25/2007 - So Soon to Have to Choose Between Putting Myself at Grave Risk or Going Home
He suddenly stood there facing me in the courtyard where I sat cross-legged on the foam mattress in the same clothes I had worn for the last four days — a T-shirt and a pair of bicycle shorts with a long, Malian-style skirt pulled over them. First I saw the crocodile-shaped scar on his left […]
03/19/2007 - A Disturbing Next Day in Dogon Country
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to get online to update this blog with Blackbird’s story. I will attempt to catch up over these next few days, which I will be spending in Sevare, going over my notes, recordings and photographs. I stayed in Dogon country much longer than I had anticipated I […]
03/18/2007 - I Met Blackbird Yesterday and Will Return to Hear Her Story
Yesterday I met Blackbird. Readers who follow news of NASA may recall that she was the first African American woman to travel to Mars. If you haven’t heard of her, it’s not surprising. She left in secretive circumstances and returned to an even more secretive atmosphere. I will be interviewing her as part of my […]
02/10/2007
