This is what they call a highway in the jungle
I suppose I am home, in the physical sense, but I am full of the magic and not yet body-bound. Just breathing feels forced and foreign. Sixteen days in the spirit realm make LA a veritable cesspool.
The Amazon is a dream space, a jungle filled with secrets and answers and plants with more life than I have. I took on five Ayahuasca ceremonies and one two-dose Huachuma adventure, all with my beloved Shaman – a Banco, the top of his heap, the must powerful and humble man imaginable. I will tell all later, one ceremony at a time, and they will include translations of the Mayan calendar, visitations from God, information on how we are all warriors, and the end of the world, which isn’t actually ending. I feel like I know too much to live in the tangible world now, but I will adjust. I will be back, in every sense. One. Minute. At. A. Time.
Thank god for the endless, my beloved friends and Love that are holding me up and keeping me tied here. Without them, I would hide in the jungle forever. But I know I have some wars to win here. I just can’t start fighting until – on, let’s say Monday. Monday sounds good.
Missed you peeps. Can’t wait to merge.
