I was in ceremony several weeks before the actual taking of ayahuasca occurred. Ayahuasca is actually two ingredients mixed together to activate DMT. I had set an intention around healing my Crohn's disease. Diet had to be adjusted in consideration of MAOI's beforehand.
Premonitions and visions. I kept seeing spiders at the corners of my vision. At times I would jump from fright thinking a big wolf spider was next to me only to realize nothing was there. I spent time looking at the webs in my bushes trying to understand why I was seeing these visions and why I was so fearful. When I arrived at the location, the building had a "spider in a web" logo on the building. Weird. Though they are totems for me now.
These "indigenous" ceremonies are usually performed at night. This is the time of the feminine. I was in a dark room when small cups were handed out to everyone. It was up to you to decide how much you wanted to drink. A dark, very bitter concoction of alkaloids similar in taste to peyote only more bitter. Everyone had a bucket and after awhile the room was filled with noises of vomiting. Though everyone was assigned an angel, a helper, it made me very uncomfortable. I didn't want to have to do that.
It took 30 minutes of anxiety in the darkness before I saw it. Was is a cubed borg? No, it started revealing a more intricate shape. A slender slit of emerald green light, octahedron in shape, pulsating. I could see it but wasn't sure whether my eyes were open or closed in the dark. A door opened in the center of this shape. All of a sudden I was drawn through it. Stillness. Shimmering. A figure walking toward me. Brilliant colors, it was the Mother. "I can't heal you but I can show you how to heal yourself", she said. She led me through my intestinal tract and somehow I felt an understanding. These aiya journeys typically last 6-8 hours. Unfortunately, the mixture was strong and 10 hours later the room was still sideways. Many ended up staying the night unable to drive. Over the months of integration after the experience, I went into remission from my Crohn's. That was 16 years ago. I'm a believer in this medicine.
Smoking DMT is not the same thing. It is a bastardization of a sacred ceremony whose only focus is getting intensely high for a brief moment. Merely smoking, often one is not enlightened through this experience bc there is no time to go deeply into the work. As to the regular ceremony, ayahuasca is very powerful and should not be done alone. As a man who has eaten sheets of LSD, I can tell you that it is stronger in many ways.
I am old school and believe in respecting tradition and spiritual ceremony. I have nothing to say of benefit to the ones who look at these experiences as just an opportunity to get fkd up. Such a wasted opportunity to utilize the medicine in a good and healing way. Disrespecting the gift- I have no sympathy for the ones who go through 8 hours of hell bc they had the wrong intentions and did not prepare by taking this medicine’s power seriously.
mu
Premonitions and visions. I kept seeing spiders at the corners of my vision. At times I would jump from fright thinking a big wolf spider was next to me only to realize nothing was there. I spent time looking at the webs in my bushes trying to understand why I was seeing these visions and why I was so fearful. When I arrived at the location, the building had a "spider in a web" logo on the building. Weird. Though they are totems for me now.
These "indigenous" ceremonies are usually performed at night. This is the time of the feminine. I was in a dark room when small cups were handed out to everyone. It was up to you to decide how much you wanted to drink. A dark, very bitter concoction of alkaloids similar in taste to peyote only more bitter. Everyone had a bucket and after awhile the room was filled with noises of vomiting. Though everyone was assigned an angel, a helper, it made me very uncomfortable. I didn't want to have to do that.
It took 30 minutes of anxiety in the darkness before I saw it. Was is a cubed borg? No, it started revealing a more intricate shape. A slender slit of emerald green light, octahedron in shape, pulsating. I could see it but wasn't sure whether my eyes were open or closed in the dark. A door opened in the center of this shape. All of a sudden I was drawn through it. Stillness. Shimmering. A figure walking toward me. Brilliant colors, it was the Mother. "I can't heal you but I can show you how to heal yourself", she said. She led me through my intestinal tract and somehow I felt an understanding. These aiya journeys typically last 6-8 hours. Unfortunately, the mixture was strong and 10 hours later the room was still sideways. Many ended up staying the night unable to drive. Over the months of integration after the experience, I went into remission from my Crohn's. That was 16 years ago. I'm a believer in this medicine.
Smoking DMT is not the same thing. It is a bastardization of a sacred ceremony whose only focus is getting intensely high for a brief moment. Merely smoking, often one is not enlightened through this experience bc there is no time to go deeply into the work. As to the regular ceremony, ayahuasca is very powerful and should not be done alone. As a man who has eaten sheets of LSD, I can tell you that it is stronger in many ways.
I am old school and believe in respecting tradition and spiritual ceremony. I have nothing to say of benefit to the ones who look at these experiences as just an opportunity to get fkd up. Such a wasted opportunity to utilize the medicine in a good and healing way. Disrespecting the gift- I have no sympathy for the ones who go through 8 hours of hell bc they had the wrong intentions and did not prepare by taking this medicine’s power seriously.
mu