The Opaque Amazon Beckons

Solace, as I have previously written about, has continued to elude me in 2024, although some stretches of time are brighter than others.  

          Related: The War Within

In the pursuit of it, I’m off to the Amazon to hook up with a shaman — like, a real one with a multi-generational lineage, not a commercial shaman of the kind that has emerged in the last few years to service the growing mysticism cottage industry in the Peruvian Amazon — for some jungle R&R to perhaps find some, or at least some insight.

I’ll return July 20^th or thereabouts, perhaps having learned something worth sharing, or perhaps not.

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“If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.”
-H. L. Mencken

Ben Bartee, author of Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile, is an independent Bangkok-based American journalist with opposable thumbs.

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