Not much for me to say here, other than this will likely be the last installment until the man's return. Enjoy the following Chapter 3, wherein our hero takes an asskicking, then returns to the world with ample amounts of (you guessed it...) love and gratitude:
i type with trembling hands and i will be short. i apologize for this but there are neither words nor am i allowed to get into any details. i will simply tell you the following:
1-28-11...1111 is my new birthday.
it took both shamans the entirety of the night and most of the morning to find me and guide me back from what was the single most complete annihilation i will ever know. it was what everything has lead up to. everything.
i passed through the most complete fear imagineable. the most absolute madness. there are no words.
there is a doorway i have come to for many lifetimes. the only thing that comes out of that place are seers, madmen or death. on this, the final ceremony, my spirit took me through that doorway...
i understand the power of a true shaman now. those two magical beings saved my life. not figuratively, not to be dramatic. they genuinely saved my life and i owe my new life to them.
i was told that to go as far into the spirit world as i did and to return, that person is to become a healer. exhausted from their efforts, i gave don rogelio a massage on his foot when he asked. it was a test... he told me later that he had a problem that had been there for a while and that it was gone the minute i finished. i cried. i cried the whole of that day and into the night.
i had panic attacks for the bulk of the day and was convinced that though i didn´t die, i was certainly damaged for life. no one should go that far. no one can contain all of that and not pay a price...
i did sleep and the dreams i had were a continuation of my experience. wisdom that helped me to integrate was given to me like a buoy to a drowning man. i awoke with a calmness and a peace i have never known. i will never be the same.
so now i sit here typing this for you all. i am sorry i cannot share what i saw or other profound events that took place but in truth you all know that words simply cannot convey the world beyond language and those other events can only be known when one works directly with the seicoya. i will only say this: be careful what you ask for. if it truly is enlightenment that you seek, know that that comes with a hefty price tag. in that eternity of true madness, i would have given everything i was to never have gone into that room. to be able to simply function in this world now fills me with the most gratitude i have ever felt....
will i ever use yage again? only with my masters. don rogelio and don tintin are true masters and i am humbled to be given their gifts and to have had my very spirit and mind saved by their indescribable power. their description of my experience: "muy bueno" (followed by the most infectious laughter imagineable)...
the final honor- i was given a crown hand-made and painted by don rogelio himself. no words can tell you what this means. it is the spiritual equivalent of a calling. i am not a shaman. i will never be. it is too late for me to reach that level of understanding. i am one who drinks yage. one who has been humbled to his very genesis. one who kneels before his masters and has complete faith that he can die and they will find his soul and bring him back.
i am grateful.
now it´s time to look into exactly what modality of healing i am going to study first...
with the deepest love, gratitude and humility
Antrocles
i type with trembling hands and i will be short. i apologize for this but there are neither words nor am i allowed to get into any details. i will simply tell you the following:
1-28-11...1111 is my new birthday.
it took both shamans the entirety of the night and most of the morning to find me and guide me back from what was the single most complete annihilation i will ever know. it was what everything has lead up to. everything.
i passed through the most complete fear imagineable. the most absolute madness. there are no words.
there is a doorway i have come to for many lifetimes. the only thing that comes out of that place are seers, madmen or death. on this, the final ceremony, my spirit took me through that doorway...
i understand the power of a true shaman now. those two magical beings saved my life. not figuratively, not to be dramatic. they genuinely saved my life and i owe my new life to them.
i was told that to go as far into the spirit world as i did and to return, that person is to become a healer. exhausted from their efforts, i gave don rogelio a massage on his foot when he asked. it was a test... he told me later that he had a problem that had been there for a while and that it was gone the minute i finished. i cried. i cried the whole of that day and into the night.
i had panic attacks for the bulk of the day and was convinced that though i didn´t die, i was certainly damaged for life. no one should go that far. no one can contain all of that and not pay a price...
i did sleep and the dreams i had were a continuation of my experience. wisdom that helped me to integrate was given to me like a buoy to a drowning man. i awoke with a calmness and a peace i have never known. i will never be the same.
so now i sit here typing this for you all. i am sorry i cannot share what i saw or other profound events that took place but in truth you all know that words simply cannot convey the world beyond language and those other events can only be known when one works directly with the seicoya. i will only say this: be careful what you ask for. if it truly is enlightenment that you seek, know that that comes with a hefty price tag. in that eternity of true madness, i would have given everything i was to never have gone into that room. to be able to simply function in this world now fills me with the most gratitude i have ever felt....
will i ever use yage again? only with my masters. don rogelio and don tintin are true masters and i am humbled to be given their gifts and to have had my very spirit and mind saved by their indescribable power. their description of my experience: "muy bueno" (followed by the most infectious laughter imagineable)...
the final honor- i was given a crown hand-made and painted by don rogelio himself. no words can tell you what this means. it is the spiritual equivalent of a calling. i am not a shaman. i will never be. it is too late for me to reach that level of understanding. i am one who drinks yage. one who has been humbled to his very genesis. one who kneels before his masters and has complete faith that he can die and they will find his soul and bring him back.
i am grateful.
now it´s time to look into exactly what modality of healing i am going to study first...
with the deepest love, gratitude and humility
Antrocles