About

I trained as a Sangoma in Zululand. I built a maloca by hand in the Maluti Mountains and ran it as a ceremonial space for years, until it burned. I’ve sat in ayahuasca ceremony close to eight hundred times, across South Africa, Brazil, and now Costa Rica. I learned sound journey work from people who are gone now, and I still carry what they gave me. I build the instruments I play, drums, marimbas, maracas made from mango heart seeds, because making something with your hands teaches you things that using it alone never will.

The stories on this site are that life, told as it actually happened. I’m not writing them to build a following or sell a service. I’m writing them because thirty-five years of this work deserve to be put down somewhere honest, and because I think there are people who need to read them.

Ceremony is still very much part of my life. It’s just no longer public. I no longer run commercial ceremonies or take on strangers as clients. What I hold now, I hold for the small circle of people already close to me, my son among them. That’s not a retreat from the work. It’s what the work has asked of me at this point in my life.

If something here moves you, you’re welcome to read on, and there are a few ways to support what I’m doing, on the Support page.