amie barrodale
Shiva’s Wedding
We’d been in India for a month, and it looked like the wedding wasn't going to happen. The last two times I’d been married my brides had been enthusiastic—they were insistent, even. Now I was getting married for a third time to a woman who didn’t want...
Amie Barrodale and Clancy Martin at the Russian Bathhouse
Getting beaten by a bunch of Russian strangers is totally relaxing.
Meeting Khyentse Rinpoche’s Incarnate
About 20 years ago I met the previous Khyentse Rinpoche, and traveled with him for around three weeks. Seeing his 17-year-old incarnate from afar, I didn’t get a strong impression.
I'm Psychic... with Gesar Mukpo
I read the future of a past-life Tibetan Buddhist lama reincarnated as a filmmaker. Maybe it didn't go so well.
I'm Psychic... with Carol Kolb
I had a can of champagne to try to loosen up, because during my last reading I got in a little trouble.
The Defender of Snakes
I thought of her as the defender of snakes. She was a German woman with shaggy, sandy blond hair. The first time I saw her, she was sitting with a group of paragliders at the Friends coffee shop.
Bleeding Ears
Listening to one song over and over for a prolonged period of time—especially music that's intentionally harmful and not from someone's culture—is a form of inflicting pain.