El Colibrí XII - Christ on a plane...

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.

El Colibrí XI - Whole lotta shaking goin' on...

With Kristen and Asger gone, the ceremony that evening had a somewhat reduced feel.  Although a new pasajero had arrived.  A Scotsman who had come to work through some problems with addiction and trauma.  He joined us for the ceremony but elected not to drink.  I was doubtful that between us we could generate the same level of energy as a larger group but, before not much time had elapsed, I would be proved completely wrong.

I blended my visions with imagination and felt angel's wings growing from my back.  These I stretched out and I could feel their strength and power.  As the medicine's intensity grew, I began to see dark energy flying towards me from the front of my mattress.  At first I couldn't make anything out then, suddenly, I saw a giant black dog with tiny red glowing eyes.  This huge animal didn't have a good feel about it, something malevolent.  However, I chose not to react with hostility and sat trying to work out what it was he wanted.  Just as I was connecting Eladio cleared the space with a sharp outbreath and the dog vanished.

Earlier in the day Eladio had told us he likes it when pasajeros get involved in the music, unusual for a shaman.  For this reason he'd provided us all with maracas.  At first I didn't feel like playing but forced myself and gradually got into it.  After some time I was playing vigorously, roughly in time with the complex rhythm of the shaman.  The maraca was pointing in towards my base chakra, delivering energy.  I then had the urge to raise it to heart level and could feel love pouring in.  This I began to send outwards by pointing the maraca around the maloka before shaking it a few inches above the floor in a circular motion.  As I played I was amazed to see light building beneath the instrument.  The floor was glowing a bright white green colour.  When the icaro ended the maraca jumped from my hand and my whole arm started shaking violently.  This vibration ran into my whole body before it travelled back down my arm and 'purged' into the floor.  Powerful tunes.

With my body still I entered a meditative state.  Slowly I felt every cell becoming completely motionless, slowly greying over and being covered with what appeared to be lichen.  In the next moment I had become a tree standing in a forest surrounded by other trees.  Eladio was in front of me singing and, as the tree, I felt incredible joy.  It was obvious to me that trees are delighted when humans pay them such attention.  Perhaps Prince Charles ain't so crazy after all!  As the music ended I felt the me-tree return to a state of absolute stillness, completely content in just being.

El Colibrí X - Web of synchronicity...

Another amazing breakfast of rice water and boiled carrot.  The better way to start your day.  Honest.  Thankfully the dieta ended in the maloka with a refreshing drink of lemon water and another floral bath.  As soon as the blessing had been dispensed I charged off to find my other half and spent the rest of the day remembering what it was like to be able to touch.  Absence of physical contact makes the heart go mental.

By the time the evening's ceremony arrived I found my ear had stabilised.  Although it was still painful and I had lost most of my hearing on one side, I didn't feel it was getting any worse.  My leap of faith seemed to be allowing a natural healing process without the need for antibiotics.  I made an intention to further heal the infection with the help of ayahuasca.  In the early stages of the experience I was given glimpses of how to heal using energy.  By focussing my attention, allowing the heart to spread light, using the arm and hand as a tool to transmit this energy.  As the medicine took hold more strongly I felt a spider crawling on my legs.  My initial reaction was to brush it away with great rapidity.  After all, there is one particularly dangerous spider in this part of the Amazon.  It then occurred to me that the spider energy in my ear was ready to work and was calling in others to assist.  I becalmed myself, placed my hand near my ear and focussed my attention.  Although I had the sensation of spiders crawling on my head I remained placid and tried to send light into the right side of my head.  However, all I could sense was a dull green glow, not the brilliant white light I'd seen in previous experiences.  I sensed the presence of ajo sacha who seemed to be acting in the capacity of an operating theatre nurse.  Just at this moment, in an icaro he was singing, Eladio mentioned her name.  A following synchronicity occurred moments later when, on deciding to end the healing and energetically extract the spider, Eladio ended the icaro in the same instant.

Other synchronistic moments connected to the lightning outside happened about seven times.  In the malestrom of the experience I would have the sense that lightning was about to strike and, on each occasion, it did.  Not so strange when you consider the ability of some animals to sense such natural phenomena before they happen.  Maybe ayahuasca tunes you in to electromagnectic fields in a more sensitive, refined way.  Maybe I'm full of crap.  I just don't know for certain.

Later, I found the strong smells of tobacco and vomit unbearable.  Despite the considerable effort of moving around in the dark in that state, I decided I had to empty my bowl to get rid of the smell.  I made it to the door of the maloka when, once again, I felt a spider on me.  I tried to remove its big, fleshy body as gently as possible before returning to my mattress for my torch.  Confused, I first arrived at my girlfriend's spot.  Upon hearing her scream, which I thought was the other girl, Kristen, I went to my bed which turned out to be Asger's.  Eventually I made it back without too much mayhem caused and carried my torch whenever I ventured outside in the pitch black conditions created by the moon's absence.