Ufocurious
Paranormal Maven
Ayahuasca: 3rd session
We were only 5 people and the padrinho. He had to work hard because he was alone doing all the work.
This time I brought my beach chair so I could rest my head. It worked beautifully. I was completely relaxed on the chair. On the plastic chairs available there I have to keep my head straight and consequently cannot relax properly.
The Ayahuasca was very disgusting to drink. Thick and horrible. They told me it was the Honey Ayahuasca, which has its name because it is thicker and supposedly more potent.
Again, it took a while for the force to arrive, but when it came, it was strong.
The catalyst was an native song with rattle sounds. The padrinho started to play along just beside me. It was amazing.
I felt as if there was indians doing a cure ritual above me. My whole body was vibrating with the force. And at the same time I felt floating and immersed in a sea of happiness.
Then I felt the presence of Mother Ayahuasca. I didn't "see" her, but I knew she was in front of me supervising the cure ritual. She spoke telepathically welcoming me in her realm.
Then I was just in this state of absolute comfort being embraced by the force.
I did feel and imagined a little snake dancing at the base of my spine. It felt like a tickle. If you read my posts, you know I believe in chakras. Therefore I got concerned if my Kundalini was trying to wake up. Since I was not ready for that I told her to be quiet, and quiet she became.
I just stayed there feeling good and listening to the songs. The songs at time were about the force and how it can cure and help us. It has a positive hypnotic value.
Then it was time for the second cup (1 1/2 hour later). I gagged a little so horrible the taste was. I ate a bunch of apple slices to take the taste out of my mouth.
The DMT effect got stronger but I chose not let the visuals command my experience. I felt it was a session to feel. If I wanted I could open my eyes and look outside and a tree could become a green entity if , like these,
but I said no, I won't give into the DMT visions this time, and the entity became a tree again.
Then Umbanda music started with loud Afro drums. I din't like it. The funny thing is that I appreciate Umbanda as a folkloric thing. It is just not right for my spiritual work.I am a classical music kind of person. Afro is not my egregora, I guess. So my experience was ruined. The DMT made me imagine these stick people with round head dancing like in a trance.
I couldn't shake it off. I called Mama Aya to save me, and I imagined her embracing me. There was another woman with us. My guardian angel? My higher self? I don't remember. The three of us were in one spot filled with bright light. I still could sense the stick figures dancing in the dark in another part of the room. I was safe from it. Mama Ayahuasca told me I should move on and do my rituals in another place in which there is not much Afro stuff. My time there was over. I should go to this woman who owns another shamanic center in town. (this is all me telling what I should do to avoid Afro stuff)
I opened my eyes and started to send telepathically messages to padrinho to change the music. It did not work.
I got up, went to the bathroom to expel the Ayahuasca from my body.
I came back to my chair and I decided to play with the visuals.
I looked outside and wisps of trees at the mountain top became shadow figures of alligators dance/fighting. I shook it off, stated it was the DMT and they became trees again.
Padrinho M. was working hard. He would play drums, go check the computer, rekindle the fire, take care of the guy who kept going outside. The funny thing is that the DMT would make me see him doing everything is a fast pace and he walked like a cartoon character, in tiny steps. His face would change to a a mask like. All very weird. The same would happen to the guy sitting on the other side of the fire. He looked orange and cartoon like. Furthermore the perspective was skewed. Nothing scary because I knew it was the DMT. I also kept looking at the pictures of Jesus and they moved. Until I got fed up that the music would not change and I went to bed. Just a this point Padrinho put a meditation on the sound system. I tried to follow, but fell asleep.
Next morning I woke up fine and full of energy.
Conclusions: Ayahuasca is not for the people that easily believe in anything. It is easy to get fascinated by the whole thing.
If it was not for my real spiritual experiences and lucid dreaming, I could easily fall for it.
One person told me if I don't believe in the Ayahuasca it won't show me its secret.
Well, I believe in the Ayahuasca, even in the Mama. But for now, it is still a conscious dream. No spiritual secrets. Only my higher self talking to me. and maybe Mama Ayahuasca
Maybe in the future it will change. I don't know. All I know my next Ayahuasca experience will be somewhere else. I have to look for my tribe.
We were only 5 people and the padrinho. He had to work hard because he was alone doing all the work.
This time I brought my beach chair so I could rest my head. It worked beautifully. I was completely relaxed on the chair. On the plastic chairs available there I have to keep my head straight and consequently cannot relax properly.
The Ayahuasca was very disgusting to drink. Thick and horrible. They told me it was the Honey Ayahuasca, which has its name because it is thicker and supposedly more potent.
Again, it took a while for the force to arrive, but when it came, it was strong.
The catalyst was an native song with rattle sounds. The padrinho started to play along just beside me. It was amazing.
I felt as if there was indians doing a cure ritual above me. My whole body was vibrating with the force. And at the same time I felt floating and immersed in a sea of happiness.
Then I felt the presence of Mother Ayahuasca. I didn't "see" her, but I knew she was in front of me supervising the cure ritual. She spoke telepathically welcoming me in her realm.
Then I was just in this state of absolute comfort being embraced by the force.
I did feel and imagined a little snake dancing at the base of my spine. It felt like a tickle. If you read my posts, you know I believe in chakras. Therefore I got concerned if my Kundalini was trying to wake up. Since I was not ready for that I told her to be quiet, and quiet she became.
I just stayed there feeling good and listening to the songs. The songs at time were about the force and how it can cure and help us. It has a positive hypnotic value.
Then it was time for the second cup (1 1/2 hour later). I gagged a little so horrible the taste was. I ate a bunch of apple slices to take the taste out of my mouth.
The DMT effect got stronger but I chose not let the visuals command my experience. I felt it was a session to feel. If I wanted I could open my eyes and look outside and a tree could become a green entity if , like these,
but I said no, I won't give into the DMT visions this time, and the entity became a tree again.
Then Umbanda music started with loud Afro drums. I din't like it. The funny thing is that I appreciate Umbanda as a folkloric thing. It is just not right for my spiritual work.I am a classical music kind of person. Afro is not my egregora, I guess. So my experience was ruined. The DMT made me imagine these stick people with round head dancing like in a trance.
I opened my eyes and started to send telepathically messages to padrinho to change the music. It did not work.
I got up, went to the bathroom to expel the Ayahuasca from my body.
I came back to my chair and I decided to play with the visuals.
I looked outside and wisps of trees at the mountain top became shadow figures of alligators dance/fighting. I shook it off, stated it was the DMT and they became trees again.
Padrinho M. was working hard. He would play drums, go check the computer, rekindle the fire, take care of the guy who kept going outside. The funny thing is that the DMT would make me see him doing everything is a fast pace and he walked like a cartoon character, in tiny steps. His face would change to a a mask like. All very weird. The same would happen to the guy sitting on the other side of the fire. He looked orange and cartoon like. Furthermore the perspective was skewed. Nothing scary because I knew it was the DMT. I also kept looking at the pictures of Jesus and they moved. Until I got fed up that the music would not change and I went to bed. Just a this point Padrinho put a meditation on the sound system. I tried to follow, but fell asleep.
Next morning I woke up fine and full of energy.
Conclusions: Ayahuasca is not for the people that easily believe in anything. It is easy to get fascinated by the whole thing.
If it was not for my real spiritual experiences and lucid dreaming, I could easily fall for it.
One person told me if I don't believe in the Ayahuasca it won't show me its secret.
Well, I believe in the Ayahuasca, even in the Mama. But for now, it is still a conscious dream. No spiritual secrets. Only my higher self talking to me. and maybe Mama Ayahuasca
Maybe in the future it will change. I don't know. All I know my next Ayahuasca experience will be somewhere else. I have to look for my tribe.
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