We left behind the life-giving beauty of our beloved pyramid and shuffled back down to the infinitely powerful mesa; the place this journey began. Howard packed up each precious piece; this would be the last time we would bow to this particular mesa, so we all had our moment. We let the portal take us [...]
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There we were, twelve pilgrims, facing down one of Peru’s – nay, the world’s – most sacred sites: The Huacha Cortada, or the life-giving pyramid. She’s deceptively small, this moundish creation, and straight down the middle is an old staircase of sorts, welcoming ascension. It’s no optical illusion: this pyramid looked like a vagina. There’s [...]
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We arrived at El Brujo a little before noon, sweeping into the extraordinarily remote and sandy coastal mecca. The two pyramids appeared more like large sandy mounds; deceptively simple. I felt like we were a band of warriors, parking our van a stone’s through from the ocean, and piling out with panchos and day packs [...]
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Don Mariano, another uber-powerful Shaman from a nearby village, was slated to be our guide for the final Ayahuasca ceremony this session. In many ways, I had been preparing myself for his return all week; our one and only previous session proved nightmarish. I fell into a hellish world that night, with horrific demons and [...]
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This is who I am today. Cognizant of life’s mysterious, rock solid in the face of fabulous trauma, unafraid of event horizons and armaggedons. Ready. Steady. But goddamn paralyzed with the details of life. I’m not fond. That’s not exactly true; I am fond. I’m just fumbling. But it’s all a blindingly beautiful gift. Even [...]
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