El Colibrí IX - Spiderman/Flyman...

The owl, my power animal, made an appearance to instigate my experience that night.  Sitting very alert and still I could feel its gaze assessing the space before me.  Within minutes the medicine came on very strongly and it was difficult to sit up.  Throughout the evening I continually slumped to the mattress but each time I felt Eladio telepathically willing me to sit up.  Despite repeated attempts I eventually submitted to the will of my body and remained supine for most of the night.

As I lay down I imagined (or felt) ayahuasca operating on my ear.  I could sense a spider inside, pulsing occasionally.  Presuming this was the insect (either real or energetic) that had caused my infection I tried to direct my intention towards its expulsion.  After some time it felt as if the spider had gone, although my ear was still painful.  I asked ayahuasca whether the operation had been a success and thought I was given the true message that it had, and the symptoms would be gone in the morning.  Needless to say, they weren't.  This raised the question 'How do you discern true messages of ayahuasca from the ramblings of the monkey mind?'  A difficult one to say the least.  In the morning Rory suggested the spider may well have been an animal spirit which was working to help me, to extract the negativity causing the infection.  This explanation appealed to me but the pain was growing and I wanted to take the antibiotics.  Surprise was my response when Eladio suggested I hold off and let ayahuasca do her work.  The doctor at the clinic had told me infections often lead to perforated eardrums if allowed to run their course.  A leap of faith was needed, and that's what I took, selecting to postpone the course of antibiotics.

Back to the experience itself...  There were many strong visions including a demon within that overwhelmed me when it surfaced.  This is such a hard thing to describe as it really has to be felt.  It's as though there is an entity living within me that has been controlling some of my negative behaviour over the years.  Something so strong it was impossible to resist.  I realise how this may sound to many, it sounds pretty crazy to me too, but that's the experience. Eladio seemed to know it was there during his rounds.  The location he placed his thumb on my spine was the exact centre of this entity's energy.  Weird.

During the introduction to the plant dieta, we were told it would be possible to connect to the plant spirit and  ajo sacha made an appearance.  First I got the sense of ayahuasca as an all powerful plant spirit.  A kind of energetic shield like an umbrella under which other spirits could operate.  The vision of ajo sacha was one in which I was stood in front of my tambo bathing with her watching approvingly as the process cleaned my systems.  Powerful when combined, I got the sense of these plants helping me.

After the invasion of the spider it was the turn of the fly.  For an unknown reason I began to see images from the film 'The Fly' with Jeff Goldblum.  As these images proceeded I felt I was becoming this man-fly hybrid.  I could feel the insectivorous characteristics permeating my mind, felt myself vomiting on food before eating, the skittish eyes constantly searching.  Although it sounds pretty grim it was quite entertaining to get another perspective.

After the ceremony, in which I hadn't been sick, I was chatting with my girlfriend outside... no touching, naturally.  Suddenly the purge came and I staggered towards the trees clutching my mouth.  I knew I wouldn't make it to the trees in time which scuppered my plan to donate the purge to a tree in a controlled manner.  It's suggested the spirit of the tree can be grateful for your donation as it can help them grow.  You just need to connect first and ask permission.  On this occasion there was no time for that.  I staggered forwards not knowing where to go or where to puke, becoming increasingly disorientated.  Suddenly a little bush next to me seemed to cry out, "Me!  Over here!  Come to me!"  Deeply grateful I collapsed to my knees and grasped the stem of the young tree.  Finally grounded, I was able to deliver a hearty portion of fertiliser directly to the roots of this little plant with which I seemed to have connected.  Afterwards, however silly it may sound, I spent a while talking to the plant, as if it were a pet dog.  never before had I felt that plants, too, have their own characters.