Several months ago, I worked with really strong Peruvian Ayahuasca. Two rounds, about 3 hours apart, with amount equal to a small shot glass each round.
Community breaks apart, and few can focus attention on any one thing for more than a few minutes before dropping into trance. Group leader attempts singing, but finds it difficult. I'm drumming on a small water drum. I'm sitting up, trying to remain focused on a fire in front of me. The medicine comes on strong. Many are outside getting well. I feel delerious, but the content is hard to remember. I offered prayers for learning about the building of empowered communities, where loving, peaceful relations were present. All participants were helping with this. Some were having much deeper journeys than others. I feel pulled down, I lie down. "They" are with me, and want to scan my body. A beam of light scans all cells in my body and I dissolve into a rainbow light. I find myself in a room. This is the "galactic control room". A creature with one eye and many tentacles (like an octopus but more arms, and much larger) is sitting before a control panel with buttons and levers. I had the sense that this was an angel--it reported to higher sources, but certainly was of pure good intent. I don't know what to make of this. It says it can provide me with information from the universal "book of everything".
I have questions. I ask whether humans were created with any type of flaw, was there a flaw in the genetic code? I am transported to a room where beings are working, as in a laboratory. I am told this is where life was created. The creators did the best that they could, given their knowledge at the time. No flaw was deliberately introduced. The creation of human life was an act of supreme love. I had the sense that I was seeing the future. At some point, beings created the code required to "express" the history of a galaxy, a solar system, a planet, early life, and humans. The code was not generally manipulated once set. The history was created to remind the creator of who he was. A sort of deterministic finality seemed present--all was as it should be.
I started to hear a sound like sirens, whooping, and orange and red lights consumed my attention. I traveled back to the main control room. I was told that "they" were working to alter the genetic code, to poison the code with a virus. This virus would express itself in many forms, mainly as an attempt through time to destroy human life--all thoughts related to this were the virus itself. It was a thought form. The "they" was unclear to me--I saw shadowy beings dissatisfied with their current lot, ready to die and take others with them. Strangely, one day after this journey, I heard about the outbreak of swine flu in Mexico. Coincidence?
The control room being assured me that the creators put no flaw in the genetic code, but that life was precarious, that the creators did not have full knowledge and did not know whether it would continue. My mind was blown and I felt like I was vibrating very quickly.
I bowed to the control room being and thanked it. He said "See you later" (like he was a close friend), and I traveled to a field amongst moutains. There I see a small man sitting with a rattle. He is singing sacred songs. His songs, however, are not just sacred, but are the songs that protect all life on the planet! He turned to me and said "Welcome. Go learn a song and teach it to others. The mother needs this support. Help to carry the burden. See you later--go to work." He turned from me and continued to sing. I saw that moutaintops around the world are host to a group of elder beings (shamans/priests) that keep the world from destruction through their "songs". These are not songs as normally conceived, though. These are the sacred icaros, the sacred vibrations that keep the world in harmony.
I start to hum a tune to myself. I return to the ceremony space, and again see others around me. I have no idea how long I was "gone". It doesn't matter. My work now is to focus on hearing and sharing the correct "songs" with the people.
That's all I really want to write now. Any questions or comments?
Community breaks apart, and few can focus attention on any one thing for more than a few minutes before dropping into trance. Group leader attempts singing, but finds it difficult. I'm drumming on a small water drum. I'm sitting up, trying to remain focused on a fire in front of me. The medicine comes on strong. Many are outside getting well. I feel delerious, but the content is hard to remember. I offered prayers for learning about the building of empowered communities, where loving, peaceful relations were present. All participants were helping with this. Some were having much deeper journeys than others. I feel pulled down, I lie down. "They" are with me, and want to scan my body. A beam of light scans all cells in my body and I dissolve into a rainbow light. I find myself in a room. This is the "galactic control room". A creature with one eye and many tentacles (like an octopus but more arms, and much larger) is sitting before a control panel with buttons and levers. I had the sense that this was an angel--it reported to higher sources, but certainly was of pure good intent. I don't know what to make of this. It says it can provide me with information from the universal "book of everything".
I have questions. I ask whether humans were created with any type of flaw, was there a flaw in the genetic code? I am transported to a room where beings are working, as in a laboratory. I am told this is where life was created. The creators did the best that they could, given their knowledge at the time. No flaw was deliberately introduced. The creation of human life was an act of supreme love. I had the sense that I was seeing the future. At some point, beings created the code required to "express" the history of a galaxy, a solar system, a planet, early life, and humans. The code was not generally manipulated once set. The history was created to remind the creator of who he was. A sort of deterministic finality seemed present--all was as it should be.
I started to hear a sound like sirens, whooping, and orange and red lights consumed my attention. I traveled back to the main control room. I was told that "they" were working to alter the genetic code, to poison the code with a virus. This virus would express itself in many forms, mainly as an attempt through time to destroy human life--all thoughts related to this were the virus itself. It was a thought form. The "they" was unclear to me--I saw shadowy beings dissatisfied with their current lot, ready to die and take others with them. Strangely, one day after this journey, I heard about the outbreak of swine flu in Mexico. Coincidence?
The control room being assured me that the creators put no flaw in the genetic code, but that life was precarious, that the creators did not have full knowledge and did not know whether it would continue. My mind was blown and I felt like I was vibrating very quickly.
I bowed to the control room being and thanked it. He said "See you later" (like he was a close friend), and I traveled to a field amongst moutains. There I see a small man sitting with a rattle. He is singing sacred songs. His songs, however, are not just sacred, but are the songs that protect all life on the planet! He turned to me and said "Welcome. Go learn a song and teach it to others. The mother needs this support. Help to carry the burden. See you later--go to work." He turned from me and continued to sing. I saw that moutaintops around the world are host to a group of elder beings (shamans/priests) that keep the world from destruction through their "songs". These are not songs as normally conceived, though. These are the sacred icaros, the sacred vibrations that keep the world in harmony.
I start to hum a tune to myself. I return to the ceremony space, and again see others around me. I have no idea how long I was "gone". It doesn't matter. My work now is to focus on hearing and sharing the correct "songs" with the people.
That's all I really want to write now. Any questions or comments?
