The woman who is visiting me to sit for me just acknowledged what we both had been thinking over the past 2 months of long phone conversations: There is a romantic spark, and we won't know exactly how it will play out until she gets here.
When I fall in love, I want to be totally engrossed in the other person. When I take Iboga, I feel like that is a process of becoming totally engrossed in myself, my life. I don't think having such new (and possibly confusing) energies come into my life right when I'm about to go deeply inward.
At the same time, this person cares about me (for some reason), and would be a great sitter. And I've been having trouble finding other people to sit for me. And who knows, maybe the love will facilitate the experience.
But the dynamics I am noticing forming between us remind me of my old (largely dysfunctional) romantic relationship.
However, maybe this an opportunity for me to work through those dynamics and acknowledge them.
However, shouldn't I do an Iboga session with the least amount of confusing circumstances around me?
I feel like the personal growth process that a loving relationship provides is one method of spiritual growth, and taking Iboga is another. I do not see them compatible in any way. In this stage of my life, me taking Iboga is about me getting in touch with my masculine self, which I feel is so desperately needed. And if I were to engage in a relationship with a woman at this time, I could run the risk of losing myself in the feminine energies, which I so easily do, historically.
This is a pattern I am wishing to break out of, and I think it has to do with me reclaiming my strength and identity as a male. Though the prospect of love is very tempting, I feel like Iboga is what I need to transform more quickly and more deeply.
Now, there is the possibility that that romantic potential won't exist, or will die when I ingest the Iboga. But the unknowns in such a situation are staggering. There is so much that could go wrong, and so much that could go right. And so much that could be thrown by the wayside.
Perhaps this is something I need to work through. It is true, as they say:
"There are no shortcuts." But I also wonder if I am doing myself a disservice by passively accepting this trip-sitting circumstance and not seeking another one out that is more safe and in-line with the direction in life I want to be going.
Sorry that this is a weird stream-of-consciousness format, but it's the only way I can get these thoughts out. I am simultaneously extremely determined and extremely confused.
From the unspoken
Grows the once broken