The eighth ceremony in Peru and the last night at the Hummingbird. As is often the case with ayahuasca ceremonies, each subsequent evening seems to build in intensity climaxing with the last night. This was no exception. For a significant part of the evening I was deeply in the medicine. Dipping between being present and lost in an altered consciousness, perfect balance. I knew I was going deeper when a plane flew overhead and I had a conversation with it. At first all I thought was, 'Oh no. Not another noisy plane,' but it responded with hurt pride. I got a sense of the plane being constructed. How, once complete, it attained a consciousness of its own, although with less emotion than something organic. As it passed on, cockpit held high, I wished it well and hoped to fly again soon.
If you think that's weird you should probably stop reading now. Get a cup of tea and go and watch a soap or some football... Going ever deeper I was looking at the central pillar of the maloka when I saw a light appear behind it to the left. Bit by bit I saw the emerging figure of a man weaving his way through the trees. When he was fully in the maloka he walked over to me and I recognised the figure in blue tunic and brown robes. Jesus had come just in time for Christmas. Believe me, I know how this sounds. However, I'd had an impression of Christ consciousness in my first ayahuasca journey and always wondered if Jesus Christ, Our Lord, Son of God, would ever make a repeat appearance. He hopped up into my third eye and sat cross-legged for a few moments, connecting. He then stepped down and stood over my horizontal body. Drifting close to the edge of awareness I could hear Jesus talking to people I couldn't see, in a language I couldn't understand. He was working on me but I'm not sure in what way. When he left, very tall figures, maybe nine feet in height, gathered around me, attending to me. Shortly, I was sick in my bowl, all the time looked after by these benevolent beings.
The black dog returned and sat in front my mattress, shaking the floorboards as it's weight crashed down. Again I felt it's malevolence but I wanted to know why it was with me. Protecting myself energetically, I allowed my awareness to enter the dark energy before me. In my mind's eye I saw rows and rows of sharp, gnashing teeth. Formidable and terrifying, although I wasn't afraid. Just when I was communicating more deeply, Jim ended his icaro, clearing the space with a sharp outbreath and the dog vanished once more.
My ear had improved dramatically. Whatever had produced the infection had gone - be the cause profane, physical, energetic or spiritual. All that remained was a mild itching, as if the spider was packing its bags and leaving. Whatever the cause and cure, I was deeply grateful to have trusted Eladio and ayahuasca. Whether they directly influenced the process or whether it would have run its course like that in any case, I was still relieved it had not become more serious.
The rest of the evening I spent, mouth agog, marvelling at the light coming from my body. Staring unbelievingly at the light beings moving through the trees outside. Struggling to take in the significance of the ceremonies I'd undertaken under the guidance of don Eladio. With surrender in my mind and love bursting from my heart, I retired to bed to be held by one who had walked the path with me all the way. At peace, in awe, we drifted off to sleep for a final time at the Hummingbird.
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