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Posted in Ayahuasca Ceremonies, Shamanic Ceremonies on Mar 16th, 2009
Friday, the new shaman arrived. D1 and his beautiful partner D2 – these radiant, tiny-framed beings just bursting with love, light, and an incredibly divine power. They almost didn’t make it – stopped at the airport with the medicine by officials who didn’t know what the brew was, but didn’t want it going anywhere [...]
Posted in Aftermaths and In-Betweens on Mar 5th, 2009
I can’t remember a more beautiful day. Vegas is starting to amp up the heat factor – the harsh chill is a distant memory, the sky is positively glowing with indigos and oranges, and I am being dosed with blessings. The greatest news possible just landed. Something I have prayed for, declared to the universe [...]
Posted in Huachuma Ceremonies, Shamanic Ceremonies on Jul 18th, 2007
After spending many moons gazing at the glory of Heaven’s Gate, we were asked to go deeper. It’s why we came. It’s why we trekked thousands of miles, endured a wildly dangerous bus ride, and agreed to release every conceivable wall. We needed to know the Secrets. The Huachuma had sucked us all into the [...]
Posted in Huachuma Ceremonies, Shamanic Ceremonies on Jul 15th, 2007
Right then, we were on the bus to Heaven’s Gate, clutching symbolic rocks, musing on slaughtered journalists and past lives, and relishing the last moments of an unveiled reality. We reached the top of the mountain after a long, treacherous climb. Flashes of the real world, and all it’s fear-filled consciousness, keep sneaking back into [...]
Posted in Huachuma Ceremonies, Shamanic Ceremonies on Jul 9th, 2007
The bus was scattered with every last traveler; 12 in all, including Howard. The Huachuma sunk in with deepening dives; every breath sent me deeper and higher. Z sat next to me, so silent and intense, so I flipped on my favorite all time album (Sigur Ros: Takk) and got a little lost. We stopped [...]
