Amazon jungle, heat of the day
This is the last installment for the most recent Amazon trip.
The last play by play, but certainly not the last revelation.
I have taken my second cup of Huachuma, along with just a few other seekers, and I am not *in* the world anymore, I am the world. I look at my hands and see illumination – a yellowish glow of omnipotent beauty. The mesa is my magnet. I feel compelled to loom above the offerings, and yet must resist the urge to drop to my knees in praise. The voice keeps telling me to take my seat at the center of the semi-circle, right in sight of the shaman’s skull. This doesn’t seem right to me. I am uncovering my massive role and power, and yet overwhelmed by humility. I have these magnificent spirits all around me, there but not there, welcoming and warm. With this I plant buried deep inside my cells, I can’t know anything but love. The little voice inside shifts into pure acceptance. I have nothing left to resist, least of which myself.
I meander back to the feminine energy side, finding a seat and pulling my feet up to cradle this outstanding space. I couldn’t be more at peace. I’m not sure yet what it all means, nor am I sure it matters. I am alive, again, forever, and the fear inside me is dissolving, making me feel effervescent and liberated.
Then Howard appears again. He is smiling and holding a staff.
The staff is wooden, carved with two beautiful human images. One male, one female, intertwined and unified. At the top of the staff is a small bowl, about the size of a shot glass. There are small lips on each side.
“One last gift, for those who want to go farther in.”
One of my favorites, D, steps up first. He is like me – new to Huachuma, wishing never to return. I am comfortable by his image, and proud of his bravery. He follows Howard’s instructions. I ache to do the same.
My turn. I have no hesitation. I step up to my rightful place, at the base of the mesa, next to my hero. He is beaming at me. His eyes are hooked in.
“Do you remember?”
I pause to dig deep, to connect with this memory.
“You keep coming back, my friend.”
“I’ve been here before.”
“They tried to kill you 2,000 years ago, but you keep coming back.”
I remember meeting Jesus days before. I remembered being by his side. I saw the spirit in Howard and knew we, too, had a vast and immeasurable history. He is a Brother. Giving me the gift of memory. These things felt so unreal and profound, and yet, I couldn’t argue. It just Was.
Howard pours a red liquid into the top of the staff and hands it t me. Take half in the left nostril, half in the right, and do so quickly, he instructs.
I take both shots into my cavities. In an instant, I am transported, like a thousand points of light converging into my third eye. I liquify, vaporize, and travel to the past. I see myself surrounded by the Mayans, staring at the Calendar, etched in stone and awash in a golden glow. I connect, instantly, to my heritage and benevolence. My eyes fly open and I see the mesa again, see my hands clutching the staff and swaying.
This is magic. This is me, as real as can be. I know I have traveled through lifetimes. I know, in this moment, that I am greatness. I have tapped into the core spiritual power every last one of us possess, but forget. We are here to remember, I think to myself. We are here to find this gentle surge, to fall in love with ourselves, and to elevate the masses.
I shuffle back to my chair and sink gratefully. The eternal conflict inside of me disappears, and I fee nothing but love. For myself, from myself, and for the whole cradle of creation.
There is no death or hatred or pain. These are just things we create so that we may be reminded of love. We can choose a different path, and that’s what the plants wish to grant us. They are simply our spiritual memories. I finally give in and drop to my knees in praise.
The rest of the night, I wander silently throughout the camp, projecting love out to everyone and everything. There is feeling love and there is being love. This is the only time I have known the latter. I just can’t forget. And this is why I’m going back to know more of Huachuma, the world, and myself.
Tomorrow, I will share the Aftermath — what I have come to realize about my Mayan connection, the impending 2012 realities, and the ascension of our planet and consciousness.
And maybe I’ll mention the Real Life. Once you step through this portal, the magic has no end.
