COMMUNICATING WITH THE VINE: Ayahuasca
It’s one of those exceptional, significant minutes in life where you ponder, “What the heck am I doing? How could did I arrive here?” There I was, sitting leg over leg in an ayahuasca circle in a remote section of Costa Rica, minutes from sharing in my first Ayahuasca service.
I am no stranger to hallucinogenics as I have now had a few LSD and psilocybin trips added to my repertoire, yet I discovered little peace from those past adventures into the obscure. I had done my research, read innumerable stories and articles about ayahuasca, the baffling wilderness blend, yet I was still very alarmed of the obscure that lay ahead.
Our guides were two men from long lines of shamans, or curanderos, who had a joined fifty years of experience working with the jungle brew. In spite of their small stature and propelled age, I could tell that these men were creatures of an alternate bore. They exuded a quality of delicate consideration and a shrewdness that spoke a long ways past their years. The shamans obediently started the ceremonies of setting up a defensive emanation around our ceremonial space and blessed the pot of ayahuasca which they had carried with them. At that point, one by one, we were welcome to come up to the table and share.
The ball was in my court. I strolled up apprehensively to the table, the shaman radiating at me. He put a guaranteeing hand on my shoulder and offered me a little artistic glass. I immediately looked at the dim substance before the glass met my lips. I tilted back my head and was astonished at the hearty multifaceted nature of the mix’s taste, a particularly harsh mix of intense, exquisite, hot and sweet tea.
That was it. There was no backpedaling now.
After we had all shared, the candles were stifled, leaving us in absolute haziness. My heart was dashing as I laid on my mat, and I could gradually feel vitality surging through my body. I concentrated on holding my expectation (“demonstrate to me the genuine idea of the Universe”) at the front line of my psyche.
At that point, our ayahuasca guides started to sing. His voice had a lovely, twangy timbre as he percussively called for direction from Mother Ayahuasca. It was the shaman tunes that would be the conductor of our hallucinatory visions, leading us as we interacted with the spirit domain.
I abruptly had the extraordinary vibe of an outer attendance researching me with awesome power. Customary dialect is an unrefined apparatus to expressive such an affair, yet I felt just as I was having an MRI filter that was evaluating my physical, mental and metaphysical being. I could detect its light emissions as it started at my heart and moved across every last bit of my body.
Naturally, I comprehended that whatever this entity was, it understood me significantly more than I knew myself. I was absolutely stupefied that I could experience something which so intently took after what I saw as omniscience, however, the sensation, at last, brought me comfort. By then, the vitality in my body had started to vibrate with such force that I encountered the disintegration of my physical body into the encompassing scene. As I felt the limits of my body converge with the wilderness air, my dull world emitted into a sky cast brimming with stars, as though I was being adjusted into the body of the Universe itself.
The sky which opened above me was evolving. Tremendous types of monolith scale, carved from geometric gems, combine in a heavenly spectacle. I was moving, taking off through an environment populated by wispy, white mists and puzzling, suspended structures of profound purplish blue and brilliant gold. Rushing on, I saw that a greater amount of these structures, as well as some that were gradually changing, merging up against new shapes.
All of a sudden, I found myself in front of a massive new shape. An apparently endless mechanical gadget, included an inestimable number of interconnected gold segments, resolutely captivating with each other. The staggering sense that the Universe is the same amount of a confounded settling mechanical assembly as it is an astronomical clock that has saturated my psyche; it is a living framework with no particular chief in charge. This framework was totally independent, making a limitless number of riddles for itself as all the while making an interminable number of arrangements, looking for coordination and congruity.
These riddles and arrangements could be viewed as like the omniscience of God that I had heard of. However, this cognizance was much more lovely and barely short of great. The flaw of this awareness originated from composing the riddles and the organizations, yet not continually knowing the conditions of when, where and precisely which parts achieve the congruity that the Universe so frantically tries to develop.
The main all inclusive constant is change, a perpetual cycle of life, development, demise, and resurrection, as incidental imperatives are in consistent flux, and every appearance of issue and vitality is essential to the everlastingly extending collection of experiential awareness of the Universe. Genuine “flawlessness” is a false goal, smothering and dormant; the genuine magnificence lies in the endless adventure, and quest for development where there is no end.
The interconnectedness of all things had never been made as clear to me as it did within the sight of such a spectacular entity. It motivated a deep appreciation to rush throughout my being. I understood the need to recognize that I am so obligated to every one of the things that preceded, and things that will come after me. The Universe relies upon all of us. A higher calling is found inside each of us through the spirit of love, and every cognizance is a piece of the aggregate awareness of the Universe. As results of the Universe, we are exclusively entire, as well as a major aspect of a limitless entirety.
As fast as the mechanical Universe was shown, it disseminated into the dark. Furthermore, in the obscurity that tailed, I felt the Universe “wink” at me, as though shamelessly consoling: “This was a simple look, there is still significantly more to learn.”
Somebody had lit the flame amidst the room, and the warm sparkle sped me to the physical world. Following a few minutes of examination and reintegration, I figured out how to gather my possessions and was prepared to return to my cabin. As I cleared out the safe house of the maloca, my gaze was drawn upward, where it met the most flawless night sky my eyes had ever observed. How fortunate would I say I was to witness such a display?
Astonished by the ensemble of the nighttime wilderness, I discovered rest that night feeling overwhelmingly treasured by all that encompassed me. What’s more, I found that I prized everything consequently.