This account comes to us from TCF writer MARK DAVIS. This is his own personal account and The Scarlet Woman is posting it on his behalf:

Ayahuasca is a drink consumed by the shaman/spiritual healers in South America and it is said to lift the veil that divides this world from the next, hence allowing access and communication between the two. In recent times it has become increasingly popular in the west thanks in no small part to the likes of Terrence McKenna, the ethnobotanist/philosopher of the psychedelic, and several others. It was after many hours of listening to McKenna’s lectures that I became interested in the subject and as I’m currently writing a book on metaphysics, I found myself at an impasse in the writing process. I decided ayahuasca was for me. after some weeks searching the web the postman duly delivered a jiffy bag containing 100g of dried ayahuasca mix. ayahuasca is made from two plants the vine

I decided Ayahuasca was for me. After some weeks searching the web the postman duly delivered a jiffy bag containing 100g of dried ayahuasca mix. ayahuasca is made from two plants, the vine bani stereopsis caapi and the leafs of Psychotria Viridis. The active chemical being DMT or dimethyltryptamine, but dimethyltryptamine can not be directly consumed due to a mono oxidase enzyme in the stomach which blocks its hallucinogenic effect, so it must be paired with a mono oxidase inhibitor. Out of the 40,000 plants from the Amazon, only two plants contain the inhibitor needed. When asked how they come to know which plants to use the shaman say the snakes told them.

The process of cooking my mix involved 4 hours of heating in water just below the boiling point at the end I was left with 3 pints of brown liquid that looked and smelt like I had made a cup of tea out of the leafs and twigs I had found under a hedgerow, and it tasted even worse. Over the next hour and a half I managed to drink all of it, but due to the unpleasant tastes, I did vomit up around one pint. Around the 45 minute mark, I noticed my eyesight had become out or focus and the light seemed more intense than before. Objects around me took on a wave like motion, forming patterns out of colour and shape. I looked at the carpet it appeared to take on the likeness of a raked zen

I looked at the carpet and it appeared to take on the likeness of a raked zen Buddhist garden. When I closed my eyes I could clearly see constantly changing geometric shapes and patterns – and then I started to hear the music. It was a sorta thumbing house techno beat over layered and intersecting with strange sounds and echoes; A noise like a plastic pipe being filled with water. They say mother ayahuasca doesn’t give you what you want, but it does give you what you need. So mother ayahuasca started to communicate with me, not with direct words but in vision and feeling. at

At first, I had the distinct feeling of being as noble and inscrutable as a mountain, yet serene in nature. I’m ancient I have always been here, and always will. I must say throughout this whole experience I stayed calm and clear headed in my thought process; Never once losing track of any of it or being in any way afraid. It was at this point my father showed up. H has been dead 5 years now

It was at this point my father showed up. He has been dead 5 years now I could not see him but had the feeling of his presence. hello dad

“Hello, Dad,” I said

“I’m sorry about how we never got on and drifted apart even more in later years.”

“Oh don’t worry about it”, he said. “All of that don’t matter anymore. It’s all attachment to the self that people get so caught up in their own life. It all means nothing, let all that shit go it don’t matter.”

When this encounter was over I asked mother ayahuasca, “Was that really my dad?” She said that was your idea of your dad, but he answered as your dad would answer now that he is in a higher realm. You can’t talk to what is your dad now as you are still alive and this is as far as you can go and still be alive.

Next to come was a friend who died 20 years ago of cancer. I told him the things I had done for his family after his passing. He said thanks, but it doesn’t matter what you did or didn’t do. These things are unimportant now, good or bad, right or wrong, they mean nothing. They are all attachment to self and only the living are interested in justice and reward. These things are as important to us as a game you played in you aunts garden for 15 minutes when you were 5 yeas old means to you now. They are just childish, meaningless trivialities. again mother ayahuasca said this is your thought your idea of your friend it answers as that part of you friend that you knew would answer as he is now. I said what am I? you are a thought an idea of god you are god you are as much god as any other is you are as a drop in the ocean is to that ocean you are as much part of that ocean as any other drop is part of it so you are to god and god does not judge or punish or reward it can not be prayed to no more than one can pray to one’s self. it was now that I coughed as I have a chronic lung condition your body is sick she said yes I said Again mother ayahuasca said this is your thought, your idea of your friend and it answers as that part of your friend that you knew would answer as he is now.

I said, “What am I?”

“You are a thought; an idea of god. You are God. You are as much god as any other is. You are as a drop in the ocean is to that ocean.  You are as much part of that ocean as any other drop is part of it, so you are to God and God does not judge or punish, or reward. It cannot be prayed to, no more than one can pray to one’s self. It was at that time that I coughed, as I have a chronic lung condition.

It was at that time that I coughed, as I have a chronic lung condition.

“Your body is sick,” she said.

Yes, I said I’ve been ill a long time now.

“No,” she said. “You are not sick, your body is this meat vehicle you journey through life in. It is ill you are not you never can be sick or ill or even die only your body will. I must say during this whole thing I got the distinct feeling of not being of my body and in fact, my breathing was shallow and well measured which for me having a lung condition is unusual. I looked at the time on my phone it had been 5 hours since I started to drink the ayahuasca and I was coming out of it. Afterward, I felt ok no better no worse that before I started.this is my experience of ayahuasca

“You are not sick, your body is this meat vehicle you journey through life in. It is ill, you are not, you never can be sick or ill or even die. Only your body will.”

I must say during this whole thing I got the distinct feeling of not being of my body, and in fact, my breathing was shallow and well measured, which for me having a lung condition is unusual. I looked at the time on my phone. It had been 5 hours since I started to drink the ayahuasca and I was coming out of it. Afterward, I felt ok. No better and no worse than before I started. This is my experience of ayahuasca. I don’t know that  I spoke to the other side, nor do I say that I didn’t. I’m just telling it as it happened to me.

I will say that I think this drug needs to be looked at for its therapeutic worth. This aspect alone could be invaluable in the treatment of PTSD,  in grief counseling and other psychological problems, such as, “end of life anxiety” for the terminally ill.

 

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