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Posted in Huachuma Ceremonies, Shamanic Ceremonies on Jun 12th, 2007
After our arrival in Chavin, we first made a trip around the sacred Temple of the Jaguar, taking in her sites with only half-opened eyes. It was important that we understand the history of this temple; it’s the most sacred place in the world, after all, so every detail meant a million epiphanies. The Temple [...]
Posted in Huachuma Ceremonies, Shamanic Ceremonies on Jun 6th, 2007
After the Power mesa, after the journey into the bowels of both life-giving and life-taking energies and pyramids, we went to dinner. Imagine 12 people, skimming across words like stones across a lake, sailing down off the most powerful psychoactive plant on the planet, knowing that we would never be the same – going out [...]
Posted in Huachuma Ceremonies, Shamanic Ceremonies on Jun 2nd, 2007
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 [...]
Posted in Huachuma Ceremonies, Shamanic Ceremonies on May 31st, 2007
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 [...]
Posted in Huachuma Ceremonies, Shamanic Ceremonies on May 29th, 2007
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 [...]
