I can share with you what I've personally experienced and what others I've shared curandero ceremonies with reported. A "step-by-step" recount isn't possible, however, as much of what occurs, as you well know is a "flow" rather than an operations manual. I tried to nail down specific steps in my
"Toltec-Tek," but it was really hard to do because of the abstract nature of the journey. So keeping in perspective that you are open to guidance while sober and still trip alone, I'll nudge my sharing in the direction of sober distinctions whist keeping in mind and heart to convey some of the extraordinary joint heart-opening traveling into plant medicine. (BTW my preferred way to trip is also alone.)
Ok, so to even get in the "door" with a revered curandero or elder, one needs to approach the engagement with utmost respect and humility, not for the healer only but for the entire sensorium and histrionic legacy of sacred plants and their intent here on Earth. Holding the "I drink alone" energy will get one sent away faster than they can blurt out "medicina por favor." If one does gain the trust of a Curandero the following is bound to happen, but not always . . . (I will recount the “steps” from my vantage point so you can kind of experience it through my eyes and heart)
1. Once an arrangement has been made to engage in a plant ceremony, (which can be individual or with a small group of others) the next part of the “guidance” is clearing my inner space (mind and heart) and identifying unresolved issues as "potential material for guidance." (While there’s no expectation that I will encounter or need to do any emotional work, there
is always emotional work to do in ceremony.)
2. “Sitting with a Curandero” before imbibing plant medicine is perhaps more intense than a full-on DMT rush. Knee to knee in crossed leg position an “eyes to eyes” engagement ensues. It’s not a “stare-down” it’s a “soul-scan.” By this, all
(and I mean all) the deeds ever done or encountered in my life become immediately transparent to both the Curandero and to me. Imagine a movie film strip of your entire life flying by before your eyes that takes no more than about a minute from start to finish.
It will be the longest minute of your life.
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3. While highly vulnerable, being “seen” so deeply relieves the anxiety that most well-adjusted human beings have about exposing things that they themselves have judged as negative ever since having committed them, (like as you read that line, such instances may instantly arise within you). So the next step is the physically purify my body with a “smudge blessing.” (While I have never felt any change in my level of purity, perhaps I smelled better during the ceremony.)
4. Next comes the brew, a ritual that has meaning for the Curanmdero, and my sense is that as they pour or load the medicine, they’re “sizing me up” physically, psychologically, emotionally, and spiritually for administering a proper dose. Singing then begins and some occasional ritual fanning of my head, face, and chest happens.
5. When the medicine comes on and is in full force the “guidance” begins. All the guidance is non-verbal but extremely powerful. A touch of the hand here, a song there, a gentle blowing of smoke here or there, all highly attuned “navigational adjustments” to optimize breaking through. Depending on many factors this experience magnifies the opportunity to make contact with “ancestors,” “entities,” and “spirit guides” that the Curandero has long-standing associations with, (and even some they don’t).
6. In a closed-eye state I dive deep and alone in a barrage of geometric greeting symbols, but somehow at the same time feeling embraced by an” infinite “maternal loving energy. (This is hard to explain unless one has experienced it directly). It’s not at all an “indoctrination” but rather a profoundly sacred “revelation.”) Singing ensues and I find myself joining in and somehow knowing what the words mean . . . and the melody combined with the words produces a kind of “manifesting interface” I can use to intentionally call forward energies and alleys who can offer my guidance, encouragement, fascination, companionship, belonging, and absolute unconditional fulfillment.
7. Throughout the entire journey from the moment it comes on to when I regain my familiar grasp on “reality” the eyes of the Curandero I peered into before imbibing the plant medicine were with me. Eyes that see from the vastness of the cosmos and offer me a short mortal glimpse of my (in)finite nature.
The rest is quite unremarkable . . . other than a high degree of retention regarding the key guidance and learnings that took place while tripping, which I always humbly tuck into my heart as I express gratitude to my Curandero and make my way to the next village.

In Lak'ech my friend