As I stare down the precipice of my near 43
years I’m somewhat baffled. I mean, what do I really have to show for all these
hard-lived years? A Decree Absolute…A media career that, since its peak a
decade ago, has entered what I can only describe as a phase of turbid
indifference…Oh...and a womb that’s as barren as a brick.
God knows where I went wrong. So I reckon it’s high time
'He’ and I had a little chat.
Yes, folks. I'm off on another nutty
adventure. But I won’t be raiding India for any more of her enlightenment. This
time, I’m off to find my woo-woo in Peru...
You see, I’ve heard about these Inca shaman who
practice an ancient rite that’s said to give you a genuine connection with God
/ the Cosmic / the Universe – whatever you want to call it. And I’ve managed to
nab a spot in their circle.
Over the next few weeks I’ll be dancing with spirit
animals, vision questing with guardian angels, losing my own body weight in
perspiration as I trek through dense Amazonian jungle and chucking my guts up
on shamanic tree drugs as I join an array of ayahuasca ‘tea ceremonies’. I’ll
be swapping my skinny jeans and stacked heels for an Egyptian white cotton
Kaftan and a pair of feathered earrings and once again, I’ll be surrendering my
pristinely moussed ringlets to a thicket of wild and unruly frizz.
But will any of this get me a direct line to
the big guy in the sky?
I’m about to take one major leap into the
unknown. I’ll definitely make mistakes. I’ll probably make an arse of myself. But
you never know…I might find God…
