About This Site

thespiritualhitchhiker.com is what happens when an interstellar burnout tries to organize his multidimensional hard drive. It’s a repository for everything he’s picked up along the way — the maps, the books, the transmissions, and the cosmic cocktail recipes — all orbiting the same big question: What the hell is going on here?

It’s part library, archiving the Hitchhiker’s books — A Hitchhiker’s Guide to Spirituality and A History of the Light — and the strange cosmology he’s been reconstructing between lifetimes.
It’s part blog, for anyone with ADHD, cosmic FOMO, or too many browser tabs open between incarnations.
It’s part cosmic dive bar, a digital liminal space for the spiritually ascending and dimensionally jet-lagged to swap stories and recalibrate their karma.
And it’s part storefront, for those who want to invest in the Hitchhiker’s Frequent Time Traveler Miles Program — and wear the perks.

This site exists for anyone who’s ever looked around this timeline and thought, There has to be more to the universe than this.
TL;DR: there is. You just have to squint between dimensions, wade through the static, and steer clear of the Anunnaki.

Welcome to the story. The drinks are free, the portal’s always open, and if you start seeing double — that’s just your higher self walking in for a quantum cocktail.

Don’t Static.

About The Spiritual Hitchhiker

The Spiritual Hitchhiker spent decades trying to find meaning inside Hollywood and Silicon Valley—two parallel universes where people in search of the perfect SAAS model pretend to invent the future while quietly rebooting the same three ideas in higher resolution. After enough meetings to last several lifetimes, he concluded both were expertly rigged games designed to keep ambitious humans too caffeinated to notice the simulation’s exit signs.

He escaped the matrix the old-fashioned way: through an over-application of psychedelics, ill-advised martial arts training, periodic half-assed kundalini yoga, and a research and travel itinerary that accidentally doubled as a global exorcism. Somewhere between the catacombs of Sicily, Buddhist temples in the jungle, and a motel in New Mexico that may or may not exist in this timeline, he started slipping between realities like bad Wi-Fi. The good news: he learned the secret architecture of the cosmos. The bad news: he kept landing in alternate versions of LAX—none of which were laid out any better.

After a few unsuccessful quantum reboots, several mismanaged timeline jumps—and then countless intergalactic hitchhiking trips with Peruvian shamans, various alien space truckers, some angry Anunnaki, and one accidental detour into a parallel universe where he bumped into a luminous being who introduced herself as his interdimensional soulmate, politely handed him back the piece of his soul he’d misplaced, and then decided to travel the cosmos with him—he finally made it home.

There were no flying cars, and no holographic utopia; just a former intergalactic time traveler happily married and pretending to be normal in the town of… Roswell.  He spends most of his time quietly pretending he never saw any of the things he saw as he bounces between errands and grocery runs.

If he’s in a timeline where people are still using email, you can reach him at spiritualhitchhiker@protonmail.com.