After twenty-six hundred years travelling the bardo, God brought me back in a sleepy Toronto suburb in 1973, in the body of a mediocre hockey player. A dose of psilocybin mushrooms once again loosened the Word, and my chariot was flying again. From then on I’ve been hunting the principalities and powers, seeking to build a New Temple on the ashes of evil. Also love a really good sandwich.
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