This website is an experiment, and as with most genuine experiments, I have no idea what I’m doing. Experiments are how I got to where I am: healing from immense trauma, starting a Ph.D. program in clinical psychology, and living into the astounding and confounding mysteries that come from deep psychedelic and Buddhist practice. And like genuine experiments, I cannot guarantee the outcome or the results, though I proceed with optimism.
“Foxfire Dharma” is about a path that’s opened up to me as I’ve walked it. It’s the result of sincere, disciplined, and “sober” use of psychedelics combined with intensive, eclectic Buddhist practice and study. It’s about that which hides in esoteric places—myth, archetype, ritual, magick—yet what it uncovers is no secret at all, just the clarity of things as they are.
What you will read in this website is not an endless supply of trip reports or the kind of metaphysical speculation that tends to come with psychedelic discourse. It is instead an inquiry with no agenda, a commitment to following insight to its most grounded and clear origin. It isn’t about what psychedelics reveal about the universe, but about what the mind reveals about itself when given the chance in non-ordinary states.
It will be blindingly obvious every step of the way that I am no teacher, I’m simply one who walks. I’m not a writer, just one who records field notes and tries to make sense of them. My work here is not about transmission, authority, or lineage. It’s about honest, sincere, and humble exploration into the rigors and depths of a Dharma found in a mushroom body.
Foxfire is the bioluminescence of the fungal kingdom. It’s what it looks like when decomposition literally glows in the dark. It can only be seen in the dark, and faintly. Dharma is the name for the glow within all things. Foxfire Dharma is that which glows when all other light has vanished.
Because in darkness and fungus is how I first encountered the Dharma. It took all other light vanishing for me to see the glow beneath my own psyche—through impermanence, the illusions of the self, and the dark luminosity of my own suffering. The pain of displacement, heartbreak, and homelessness broke something open in me and revealed that what most fear as void is boundless spaciousness.
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