I must admit after the first night I was pretty much gassed. I was also in acceptance that whatever the evening brought was OK with me. If nothing happened at all I was totally OK with it after what we experienced the first night.
The infiltration tactic was totally different this time around. We were going to enter the ruins around 11:00am and we were just going to stow away in the ruins until dark.
We had brought with us a small pack with a blanket a lighter, a cheap tourist grade guatemalan pipe and several grams of an incredible changa.
The changa was a 20x caapi, or more, and it was mixed in a 1:.5 ratio. Meaning for every gram of 20x there was only .5grams of spice in it. This blend creats the closest experience to actual ayahuasca that I have ever tried. The heavy harmala laden blend grounds me sooo hard! I'm like stuck to the earth after a couple of light puffs. I have this tek I follow- 3 small hits followed by one monster hit. This technique garuantees that I will enter the hyperspace current and remain there for a good twenty minutes, and if I do little maintenace or booster hits I can stay in hyper space all night long.
Darkness fell and the three of us receded into the ruins overlooking the main plaza. It was dark. A new moon was present, so there was no light pollution. we spread out a blanket loaded up the pipe and started to smoke. I got a great buzz from the first round and I felt myself enter the current. The visuals were mild except the fact that all the very dark areas took on a dark crimson purple glow. The sky and the stars were infinite. It was a wonderful feeling. I was just enjoing the changa and the evening and the company. All was good.
All of a sudden there was some commotion down on the plaza a group of several hundred people started to assemble around the fire pit and a fire was started. All of the women walking in had enormous bundles of equipment and food and drink on their heads. The men were carrying drums and other musical instuments and equipment. It was clearly evident that these people were indigenous mayan people.
As I said, they started a fire and they began to move around it as a group really fast. They were throwing grain alcohol on it and bees wax candels. The fire was getting bigger and bigger, 30ft flames maybe? The flames were big enough to illuminate temple I clearly. The reflection of light off the Temple was errie, it looked amazing. I'm not sure if it was the changa making it look the way it did or it was just the light. Prolly a combination.
I could feel the energy building I had stopped smoking changa for the time being but I was getting deeper and deeper into hyperspace. It was an unusual effect that night. I BELIEVE THE ENERGY CONTRIBUTED TO THAT.
For a while there Olympus was bogarting the changa pipe. I started to come down a bit. I looked over at Oly mon and he was OUT! leaning up against a tree mumbeling to some entities.
I took that opportunity to get a fresh bowl packed and I lit it up. One small puff, exhale, two, three, four small puffs, then exhale. The one enormous toke! A gagger! Thick Harmala DMT laden vapour! and it hit me! Oh Fuck!
neon green grid lines came out of my chest and went up into the heavens. I was shredded in the process.... I looked up and the green grid lines in the sky converged at the top of Temple I and then changed to a purple and the followed the brick and stone lines down the pyramid and into the ground. Every stone, every brick was outlined in purple light/lines. I was paralized with fear that this illumination was coming from me? or was it coming from the pyramid into me? I felt as though I would explode at any moment and it didnt even matter.
The ground around the pyramid glowed purple.
The fire roared and it grew and it spun in a vortex ,the top of the colum was a thick black angry smoke that was spinning like a tornado. The people were silent and the music had stopped.
I hoped that I was going to be okay. I wasnt realy sure if I ever would be again.
As I started to come back to earth again, I came to the conclusion that we must reveal ourselves to the mayans celebrating below. I knew something magical was going on around that fire and I wanted to be a part of it.
I came to the conclusion that, I would rather be asked to leave, than to miss a chance at witnessing what was happening there, around the fire.
I took another light hit of changa and I walked down to the fire. I looked and found someone who seemed aproachable. When I walked up to him he had a very suprised look on his face, one of concern. In my best spanish, I explainded that it was the solstice and that the solstice is a holy or sacred evening for me in my spirituality and that I was in need of felowship and a fire. Fortunately he could speak a little english and he liked my story, because he told be to go to the fire and I would be welcome. He the said to me in perfect english, "Stay out of the way"!
YESSSSS! We were in!
I went and got Olympus Mon and my wife and headed down to the fire. Actually my wife kept a distance she wasnt doing changa and she was much more uneasy about what was going on.
Best I could tell we were the only gringos/outsiders present.
There were drums playing and flutes and there was a feverish dance around the fire.
There were about a dozen shamen leading the ceremony and healing sessions. The intensity was soooo raw! A woman with an ailment would kneal befor the fire and a shaman would aproach her. He filled his mouth with grain spirits and spit it on her in a fine yet forcefull mist. He blew the flamable liquid on her once from the north, then the south, then the west, then the east. Then another shaman would repeat this using smoke from an enormous mupacho cigar. Then another shaman would place hands on her and trembling he would push her into the dirt next to the fire where she would writh for several minutes rolling around in the dirt. Then she would get up and place an offering in the fire and then pray. I witnessed several dozens of that sort of healing session. The look on all of their faces was incredible. Serious business.
Some of the shamen made eye contact with me. Maybe it was the changa talking, but I imagined or I notice an acknowledgement that we were in hyperspace. I dont know what these shamen had ingested, but I am sure it was some sort of tryptamine. They were there in the current, you could see it. No mistaking it.
And the people marched in circles around the flames, they chanted, they sang, their pace around the fire was furious and relentless. Intense!
They made offerings to the fire, colored candels and seeds and clothing and grain spirits and plant material and hair. I noticed some chicken parts.
It was crazy.
I finally decided that I was discreetly gonna take a few fotos and video. No one seemed to notice or mind.
My best guess... We were around the fire with them for about two hours. Witnessing.
Finally the moment came. A distinguished looking mayan came to us and said, "You will leave now"
We only had to be told once. We thanked them and then we disappeared into the darkness for the long walk back through the dark jungle.
Before the evening started I though there was no way the first night could be topped.
Anti climatic the evening of the 21st was not!
Its tough to describe, brutally raw in intensity. This experience left an imprint on my brain. I can still see all of their faces. the insanity, the crazyness. Some of the elder men and shamen were FUKKED UP! One or two were on the ground writhing around in substance induced comas, vomitting.
This experience has not left me yet, not even a little. I think and reflect several times a day or more.
I cant believe it, what we saw.
I was told by a gentleman there, when I asked the stupid question of how long they had been doing these gatherings, millenium he said in perfect english. Every year on the solstice for over a thousand years in the same fire pit he said!
Yes.
What else can I add?
I'm exhuasted from writing this.
Questions?
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