How to Change Your Mind

THE FIRST THING I learned about myself that first afternoon, working with Fritz in the yurt, is that I ...

I had no idea how long the trance lasted, time was utterly lost on me, but when Fritz gently brought me ...

I got little sleep that night as a debate raged in my head about whether or not I was crazy to proc ...

of turning away from any monster that appears, move toward it, stand your ground, and demand to know, “W ...

that the literal meaning of the word is to wander in one’s mind, and that was exactly what I was doing, wit ...

momentarily: Was this about to get terrifying? Have I died and been interred? If so, I was fine with ...

mother, whom I pictured seated around a horseshoe-shaped table—like the UN!—each of them representing a ...

Love is everything. Okay, but what else did you learn? No—you must not have heard me: it’s everything! I ...

Because the acid had not completely dissolved my ego, I never completely lost the ability to redirect the st ...

of imagination (of empathy) that even grown children seldom have sufficient distance to perform. During ...

elaborate Native American prayer. She invoked in turn the power of each of the cardinal directions, the four ...

something about her manner, her sobriety, and her evident compassion made me more comfortable in her presence. Mar ...

questionnaire that took me the better part of a day to complete. All of which made me feel I was i ...

a depopulated futuristic city, with each note forming another soft black stalagmite or stalactite that to ...

reconstitute itself. This is what I now did, partly to satisfy myself that the world was still existing ...

condition I could pull it off, but I’d found that even in the middle of the journey it was possible ...

certain instances, more accurate—less influenced by expectation and therefore more faithful to reality—than ...

first-person pronoun. For what was observing the scene was a vantage and mode of awareness entirely dist ...

like the ego it supplanted. Yet this by itself strikes me as a remarkable gift: that we can let go of so m ...

naive landscapes and abstractions in spectacular colors; I’d brought one of them with me to Mary’s room, alon ...