I've been on my own travels for a while now, and only recently I have wanted to share some of my thoughts, experiences, and journeys here, with other likeminded travelers.
Everything I share will be events that actually happened, described to the best and most accurate details I can. I hope you enjoy, and maybe you have experienced similar events and vision and want to share your ideas, opinions, and experience...please do! __________________________________________________________________________________________
It all started on a friend's farm with a roaring camp fire, surrounded by giant bamboo, and a clear night sky with thousands of stars looking down on us as guides from other dimensions. Orion overhead and Sirius winking back periodically. Two friends with no experience in the world of formosahuasca or any-huasca for that matter, but both well-traveled down the psychedelic road.
"Here we go..." and down in a single gulp went the rue. We talked about some of the things we were hoping to get from this experience and we listened to nature play its never ending chorus of icaros and chants. The calming of the rue began to slip through each pore of our existence, and the thirty minutes we were told we needed to wait had passed without notice. I slowly rose from the dusty dirt ground, stoked the fire for the last time and grabbed what was to be our skeleton key to the unknown.
Earlier that day, I had dedicated over eight hours preparing, blessing, and giving intention to our deep red brew. Its rich earthy aroma filled my nostrils and lungs every time I would lean over and inhale the steam rising from pot. Intoxicating thoughts of what I was about to begin would fill my head, "Are you ready for this?"..."Who could be...?” I would answer myself.
I returned with two cups of our fate, placed myself on the back of Gaya. Drink in hand, I raised it to the black sky and gave a final prayer. "Giver of light; souls of this world and others. Allow us to travel amongst your realms and invite us to share the experiences you have for us. May we all learn from each other and may peace be the guiding light." With another large gulp, the formosahuasca flowed like a silty river of earth and rain down my throat. I did it...uh oh...what have I done. No time to second guess myself, there was no turning back.
I turned on my mini stereo and started track one of the playlist I had prepared for this night. It was Native American chants/songs and Ayahuascero icaros, mostly calm, smooth melodies which even in a non-induced state would make me feel like I was floating of to some other world.
I fell onto my back, wriggled myself deeper into the dirt and let my mind begin to wonder off. Within ten minutes I had a smile I couldn't contain. This smile and the feeling of smiling were taking over my body. I wasn't sure if it was the music I was enjoying so much or if it was the root taking over. At around thirty minutes into the experience, my friend began to purge...and purge......and purge some more. We had pretty much fasted all day, and I had reduced the brew to just a small cups worth for each of us, so as wave after wave of purge was hitting his bucket, I couldn't help giggling on the inside, thinking where all this 'stuff' was coming from inside him. I still wasn't there yet. Ten more minutes passed, and as I'm lying on my back, eyes closed, from nowhere a woman's voice whispered into my ear. "Sit up, smoke, and purge!"
I opened my eyes to see the embers of the fire dancing and swaying. One of the logs not quite in the fire had turned into a turtles head. My body had a vibrational force around it, almost like a numbing sensation. It took me a good five minutes to take all of this in, while fumbling and dropping the lighter and joint I had pre-rolled(thankfully, I would never have been able to roll in that state of being). I lit it, and by the third drag I felt my stomach knotting up. Without hesitation I grabbed the bucket and began heaving. Large fist-sized chunks of what felt like meat, forced their way out of my stomach, up my esophagus, through my throat and out my mouth. Each purge was stronger than the last. I had my eyes closed throughout the whole purge, but the feeling of your body convulsing and letting this all go was amazing, uplifting, like when you have a stress that is crippling you, and for whatever reason, it is lifted. The feeling of being released from some kind of shackle is what it felt like.(Note: the next day I inspected the bucket, it had a total of eight long noodles from the small bowl of plain noodles I had at lunch that day and some red earthy brew)
The purge was over and I was alive, but more precisely, I was ALIVE.
I sat back in a meditative position but something was different. Something was so bright. It didn't take me long to figure out, I wasn't next to the camp fire my body was. I was sitting in the brightest, most pure white sphere of light. Hovering inside it, guiding it....or was it guiding me? I still don't know. The stereo was still playing music, but I had other sounds vibrating through my brain. If I could accurately describe what this light sounded like I would. I would love to share with you what I was hearing but some things in that dimension have no worldly description other than to tell you I was listening to light. This interaction between my soul and this sphere of light continued for what felt like hours and hours, but upon reflection I would estimate it was only around twenty minutes or so, maybe thirty. I'm not really sure.
The formosahuasca would hit me in waves, very powerful waves. My friend and I would experience these waves at identical intervals. We could feel the exact times when the energy would begin surging over each other and when it would subside. We didn't share experiences or visions, but we were never at any point rising while the other was falling. During the less intense portions of the journey, I would managed to mumble, "Are you OK?" or "You all good?", to his replies of, "Where are we?"(It was his farm).
The second big wave to crash on my consciousness's shore came with a gust, literally. I was back laying in the dirt, when on this very calm night, from nowhere, the wind started to pick up until it got to an incredibly feverish pitch. Howling and screaming. Wide-eyed I sat up, like some student that had just been woken up after falling asleep during math class. I was in class, and a lesson was about to be taught. Even the fire had sit up and taken notice.
The wind had gathered many students by now. The twenty-foot giant bamboo that lined one side of the campsite were now whispering and having their own conversations. Their conversations had to do with love and respect for all nature. Then the wind would act as an echo for their words. The bamboo was swaying and dancing like a tribe of Indians around a ceremonial fire. Alongside the dancing bamboo, I noticed the wind dancing too. I saw it as a physical perception of air, as if it had manifested itself into a reality. It was a kinder and gentler whirlwind that didn't bring destruction like tornadoes and hurricanes, but knowledge and peace. Then as if a school bell had rung, sending students racing for the doors, it was all gone; the wind, the dancing bamboo, and the fire.
It was at this point, about two hours since I had ingested this potent drink, where an overwhelming sense of having done the right thing pulsated over me. For someone who by most social standards had made many bad choices in their life up until this point, this felt like I had made the one right choice, and that so many of the mistakes in my past were being washed away.
The journey thus far had been a mixture of open and closed eye visuals. The closed eye visuals were much more intense and revealing, but the open eyed visuals, seeing wind and bamboo dancing and conversing were no less breathtaking. The voices talking to me were as real as what I was witnessing. These were a tremendous gathering physical consciousness.
Back in the dirt, back to my physical self....was that it? I'm not sure. “How about I get up to stretch my legs,” I thought. My blood began to pulse and flow. Whooaa. Maybe I should just sit down again. I reached into my jacket pocket and found the joint I had put out three puffs in before the purge. Got the lighter, and lit it up. Three more puffs were all I could handle, not that it was too strong, but I just didn't feel like it.
My friend I was traveling with was a bit of a talker, and at this point I will interject my own opinion on this subject. He's a great friend of mine, but I haven't traveled with him again. I'm more of an introspective person when on these journeys and he likes to verbalize his journeys. In MY own experience, when you are having profound encounters or realizations, the last thing you want is someone to start talking about what they are experiencing. He interrupted more than a few of my more profound moments. Once I was back, and had time to reflect on this part of the trip, I found it very rude and selfish of him (but I don't believe he meant to be). I prefer to be alone now when I travel, or with a very select few who understand the importance of silence. This is my personal feeling on the subject and I don't expect everyone to feel this way. I have many friends that feel the opposite, and are more comfortable and enjoy the experience more with other people there.
...The teacher wasn't finished with me yet...
Nearing the fourth hour now and Sirius is starring me right in the eye!
I'm truly fascinated with the stars, the constellations, the possibilities of other life, and the endlessness and vastness of our universe. I couldn't help but be awestruck at the beauty before my eyes that night. I had the Orion constellation sitting right above me, and of course, Sirius.
This was the last major wave to hit me that I can accurately remember and that I can pass on to you, the reader. It was nearing the end of my journey, and it was possibly the strangest. It was also the only big wave that was almost completely open eye visuals.
I was once again dug deep into the dirt soil, this being my place of refuge when the strong waves hit my shores. I think it was the feeling of being grounded or possibly the energy of the earth, I'm not sure what it was, but it was comforting. It started when I was looking at Orion. The two stars that make his shoulders and the three stars that form his belt opened like two closet doors. An amazing light came out of from the opened doors, and then like a slinky, a stairway made its way down to earth. Right to where I was lying. I didn't walk up any of the stairs; I just looked at them, and wondered to myself the possibilities of where they led to. And as soon as they had come, they retracted themselves and were gone. Doors closed. "Hmmm...That was a bit strange?" I thought. That was when the green light appeared. A tiny green light popped up in the sky right next to Sirius, as if there were two Sirius stars out tonight.
The green light began to get bigger and bigger, and then I realized something. It wasn't getting bigger, it was getting closer. And it wasn't a star. It was a long green cable of some kind, stretching light years from where I was laying. It just descended in a spiraling coil upon me. It had an odd port connection piece that I never really got a good look at, but this cable came right to me, and plugged itself into my face, actually, the right side of my nose. It was as if an upload or download process was taking place. My nose and the right side of my face began twitching uncontrollably while this all took place. After about fifteen or twenty minutes of this, it unplugged itself and recoiled back into the abyss. I can't say what really took place, whether it was taking or giving information, but that's what it felt like. I'm not sure if I was given any specific knowledge from that one experience other than it happened. What got me was that the right side of my face from my jaw bone to my hair line was numb...for the next four hours. I kept periodically touching it, and only once we were back in the house, post voyage, did it return to normal feeling.
During this night, many things happened between and after the few events that I just described. I can't remember everything. This was years ago, but the things I do remember, have stayed with me very clearly. The whole experience last a little over six hours, plus another two hours of utter calm sitting fire side, silently starring into a dwindling mound of red embers that was once our fire. Six hours I will never forget.
The greater message I got from the purge, the white sphere of light, the all-knowing wind, the dancing bamboo, the stairway to heaven, and the green cable, was that we are all connected, somehow, someway. Sometimes you need to dig a bit deeper to find these connections, but they are there, and when treated respectfully they offer you so much more than you need to give.