This time we all decided it would be easier to swallow the Ayahuasca if it was in liquid form. So the Shaman made us a liquid brew as some of our group were having difficulty getting the syrupy stuff down, as I mentioned before.
I went back to my mat, pillows and blankets waiting to see what I would be shown, trying not to vomit and breathing deeply through my mouth to change the direction of the “I want to throw up”feeling (Which incidentally works)
I had changed places with one of our tribe as he said he was in a “spooky spot” so he just asked me to go on his spot to see what would happen.
Gonzo appeared next to me and I stroked his head. He then took me out of the door and down a path outside the maloca to a clearing in the jungle. Wolves appeared from every angle, beautiful creatures with blue eyes. Gonzo was watching from a small hill looking down. I was playing with the wolves and the feeling was fantastic. I was so happy and elated. When I woke up for a short spell I was on my back sprawled out on my mat with my arms out either side of me bathed in a warm glow.
I turned onto my tummy with my head downwards, then became aware of footsteps walking round my mat. At first I thought it was the Shaman’s assistant who was walking round at intervals wafting incense over us, but there was no-one there when I turned and looked, neither was the assistant. Puzzled, I decided to turn back onto my tummy, head down.
Next I heard the chant of a Shaman. It was not our Shaman as the voice was very very deep. It was like a very very deep “Whey-hey-hey” sound. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my head. My Aya buddies reading this will know the voice of our Shaman, and it definitely was not him! The voice was right over the back of my neck. I turned again to look and there was no-one there and our Shaman was playing a harmonica anyway at the other side of the maloca.
I thought I had better get my head down again as I was intrigued to hear this man again. As soon as I did he began blowing on the back of my head and making the same noise.
My next vision was of a little girl with dark brown hair but I could not see her face. She was sat cross legged in front of some sort of temple beckoning me to go to her swinging her right arm towards me then back to her, saying “Come here, come here” There was an arch behind her but as I went to go up the steps the footsteps round my mat came again and the wolves were all around me. I awoke again and sat up watching our Shaman who was in deep thought across the room. From behind me came the same deep voice “Es bueno?” (It’s good?) I spun my head round to see no-one, then back to our Shaman who was still in the same spot. By this time I thought I was going a bit mad hearing voices so I decided to lie down again and try to sleep.
The last thing I saw was the glass pyramid again with the rainbow colours shining through it, then the Shaman’s assistant came over to my mat……
Incidentally, the person who I had exchanged places with also saw the cross legged girl beckoning to him saying exactly the same thing to him as she did me, and he also heard footsteps round his mat as well as seeing the black robed figures with pointed black hoods, except they came through the door and were behind each other not in a line as I saw them. This I found out after the ceremony was over.
I went back to my mat, pillows and blankets waiting to see what I would be shown, trying not to vomit and breathing deeply through my mouth to change the direction of the “I want to throw up”feeling (Which incidentally works)
I had changed places with one of our tribe as he said he was in a “spooky spot” so he just asked me to go on his spot to see what would happen.
Gonzo appeared next to me and I stroked his head. He then took me out of the door and down a path outside the maloca to a clearing in the jungle. Wolves appeared from every angle, beautiful creatures with blue eyes. Gonzo was watching from a small hill looking down. I was playing with the wolves and the feeling was fantastic. I was so happy and elated. When I woke up for a short spell I was on my back sprawled out on my mat with my arms out either side of me bathed in a warm glow.
I turned onto my tummy with my head downwards, then became aware of footsteps walking round my mat. At first I thought it was the Shaman’s assistant who was walking round at intervals wafting incense over us, but there was no-one there when I turned and looked, neither was the assistant. Puzzled, I decided to turn back onto my tummy, head down.
Next I heard the chant of a Shaman. It was not our Shaman as the voice was very very deep. It was like a very very deep “Whey-hey-hey” sound. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my head. My Aya buddies reading this will know the voice of our Shaman, and it definitely was not him! The voice was right over the back of my neck. I turned again to look and there was no-one there and our Shaman was playing a harmonica anyway at the other side of the maloca.
I thought I had better get my head down again as I was intrigued to hear this man again. As soon as I did he began blowing on the back of my head and making the same noise.
My next vision was of a little girl with dark brown hair but I could not see her face. She was sat cross legged in front of some sort of temple beckoning me to go to her swinging her right arm towards me then back to her, saying “Come here, come here” There was an arch behind her but as I went to go up the steps the footsteps round my mat came again and the wolves were all around me. I awoke again and sat up watching our Shaman who was in deep thought across the room. From behind me came the same deep voice “Es bueno?” (It’s good?) I spun my head round to see no-one, then back to our Shaman who was still in the same spot. By this time I thought I was going a bit mad hearing voices so I decided to lie down again and try to sleep.
The last thing I saw was the glass pyramid again with the rainbow colours shining through it, then the Shaman’s assistant came over to my mat……
Incidentally, the person who I had exchanged places with also saw the cross legged girl beckoning to him saying exactly the same thing to him as she did me, and he also heard footsteps round his mat as well as seeing the black robed figures with pointed black hoods, except they came through the door and were behind each other not in a line as I saw them. This I found out after the ceremony was over.
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