archaic_revival_
Rising Star
I would like to share my experience with Ayahuasca. I've only been a part of two ceremonies, back to back. The second, and last, ceremony was pure hell. It was so bad that I don't know if I'll ever do another ceremony.
So I'd like to get some advice from experienced Psychonauts.
I found a very supportive local group to take part in a ceremony with. The ceremony was very structured, and great pains were taken to create the right set and setting. We were smudged, we were prepared, I was around nice people from all walks of life and different age groups. I asked Grandmother Ayahuasca not to blast me into Hyperspace, and to provide me with healing.
The first ceremony was easy. Just a light buzz, we all sang songs and I listened to people purge all night long. The Shaman told us the Ayahuasca was entering our systems and testing us out, checking things out a bit. The next day I felt good and refreshed. Piece of cake.
The next evening we had the second ceremony. Within 20 minutes, I started to get hot. I was burning up. The first purgers started to puke, and all of a sudden the ceremony room "changed". It's hard to describe, because I didn't totally leave the room. The room just added a new dimension. It looked demonic if you ask me. New colors were added, a new depth, it felt like I was in the "Ayahuasca room". The brew was working. I was in another dimension, but still in the same room as I could see everyone. It was horrible.
Things were getting worse. I broke into a sweaty fever and kneeled at the edge of my mat sweating and panting. I couldn't understand why I had decided to do this to myself and I vowed never to do it again. I made an attempt to ask for help, and someone in the room made a movement towards me but then retracted (I later learned that they weren't sure if I had asked for help or not...they were waiting for me to ask for help one more time). At that point, I realized I was totally alone in Hell. I had one shot to ask for help, and blew it. There was no one to help me.
I started to panic even more. I was kneeling on my mat, burning up, and it reminded me of being judged before God for all your past sins. I was on my hands and knees. Then I lost control of my mind. It was like intense vertigo. I was rendered practically immobile, and I could no longer control my thoughts. It was the definition of insanity. There was this ominous black cloud hovering over my head, with what looked like vaguely outstretched glob-like arms.
Things were getting progressively worse and worse. I was sweating profusely. With a fever, my mind spinning out of control, kneeling at the edge of my mat tearing at my hair, I reached the pinnacle of Hell...and then I heard a VOICE. The voice was obnoxious and abrupt. It was like the voice spat at me.
The voice told me the health condition I always feared was TRUE. I HAD this health condition and I KNEW it. The voice told me this at the pinnacle of my fever. It was a health condition I have harbored a deeply entrenched fear of for most of my life. Something that struck at the core of my being, the core of my identity in this life time. One of my darkest fears. So I flopped down onto the mat.
Then my rational sensibilities kicked in. I analyzed the information I was given logically. The "Ayahuasca" had lied to me. There was NOTHING in my life to indicate that this was true. It didn't make sense. I got back up and told it that it had lied. Silence. It did not respond.
Tripping balls, I realized that the Shaman was calling in aliens with the Icaros. These were not spirits, they were ALIENS. I simply couldn't stand it anymore. I stood up, and fumbled towards the door. The Shaman looked at me in astonishment, surprised that I was able to stand. Barely able to put on my shoes, I stumbled outside and walked in circles in a drug-induced stupor. I was barely in control of my faculties, the brew had such a stranglehold on me.
Fortunately, there was a chair outside and I just sat there in the cold. Thinking about everything. Mainly about aliens, about God, about the origins of humanity. And I listened to the Shaman sing and laugh over and over again. It felt as if the Shaman was showing people an alien. She had the skills to do it. I was flabbergasted.
Eventually, someone cajoled me back into the ceremony room. I felt a bit better, a bit more in control.
As I sat on my mat once again, I had to face a second fear. My morbid fear of Tarantulas. Honestly, I don't want to disrespect another living species. Tarantulas are docile, and I'm sure they have their own purpose for existing. I just can't stand the sight of them. Eight legs creeps me out. It's a phobia, but there it was front and center.
There was a big Tarantula crawling right in front of my face. Sort of in mid air. It's front legs were moving tauntingly. Sort of like...tickle, tickle, tickle. Surprisingly, I wasn't destroyed by the image given my strong phobia. I tried to just brush it away, but it wouldn't go away. It was just going to tickle it's front legs in front of me. I was going to have to wait until the Ayahuasca wore off.
In the mean time, my mind was wandering off and imagining hyper intelligent Tarantulas entering space ships that conformed to their bodies. They were preparing for war. This wasn't a detailed vision, just a bunch of images in my mind.
Finally, the ceremony ended and the lights came on. Thank God it was OVER. I walked outside and told someone I had gone to Hell. The Shaman overheard me, and came to speak to me. I told her about the lie I was told. She told me to get it checked. Of course I did get it checked the first moment I could and my hunch was correct. It had been a lie. But I felt so much better after getting it checked. Like a huge weight had been lifted.
The morning after the ceremony the Shaman came to speak with me privately. She tried to get me to heal. She told me that the Ayahuasca had released the toxicity of my fears from my system even though I never purged once (I did defecate after the ceremony). She confided intensely personal trauma she had experienced as a child in order to get me to heal. It was a very nice thing of her to do. She told me that most people have only 1 or 2 "bad" ceremonies, and that every ceremony is different.
I'm at a crossroads and need advice...
How am I ever going to be part of another ceremony again? Should I even try? Do the pros outweigh the cons? Is it worth me risking going back to Hell again in order to get a taste of the medicine? Seems like many people have been healed. I am seeking healing as well. Even though I've always had a strong body, I've always felt a bit psycho-spiritually "sick". Life has never been wonderful. It's actually been pretty painful. Especially my childhood and adolescence. There's this recurring theme in my thoughts that somehow, I was given the short-end of the stick in life.
Am I a BAD PERSON for having this hellish Ayahuasca experience? Have you ever been on your hands and knees before? Maybe I should just stick with shrooms...
Thank you for listening!
So I'd like to get some advice from experienced Psychonauts.
I found a very supportive local group to take part in a ceremony with. The ceremony was very structured, and great pains were taken to create the right set and setting. We were smudged, we were prepared, I was around nice people from all walks of life and different age groups. I asked Grandmother Ayahuasca not to blast me into Hyperspace, and to provide me with healing.
The first ceremony was easy. Just a light buzz, we all sang songs and I listened to people purge all night long. The Shaman told us the Ayahuasca was entering our systems and testing us out, checking things out a bit. The next day I felt good and refreshed. Piece of cake.
The next evening we had the second ceremony. Within 20 minutes, I started to get hot. I was burning up. The first purgers started to puke, and all of a sudden the ceremony room "changed". It's hard to describe, because I didn't totally leave the room. The room just added a new dimension. It looked demonic if you ask me. New colors were added, a new depth, it felt like I was in the "Ayahuasca room". The brew was working. I was in another dimension, but still in the same room as I could see everyone. It was horrible.
Things were getting worse. I broke into a sweaty fever and kneeled at the edge of my mat sweating and panting. I couldn't understand why I had decided to do this to myself and I vowed never to do it again. I made an attempt to ask for help, and someone in the room made a movement towards me but then retracted (I later learned that they weren't sure if I had asked for help or not...they were waiting for me to ask for help one more time). At that point, I realized I was totally alone in Hell. I had one shot to ask for help, and blew it. There was no one to help me.
I started to panic even more. I was kneeling on my mat, burning up, and it reminded me of being judged before God for all your past sins. I was on my hands and knees. Then I lost control of my mind. It was like intense vertigo. I was rendered practically immobile, and I could no longer control my thoughts. It was the definition of insanity. There was this ominous black cloud hovering over my head, with what looked like vaguely outstretched glob-like arms.
Things were getting progressively worse and worse. I was sweating profusely. With a fever, my mind spinning out of control, kneeling at the edge of my mat tearing at my hair, I reached the pinnacle of Hell...and then I heard a VOICE. The voice was obnoxious and abrupt. It was like the voice spat at me.
The voice told me the health condition I always feared was TRUE. I HAD this health condition and I KNEW it. The voice told me this at the pinnacle of my fever. It was a health condition I have harbored a deeply entrenched fear of for most of my life. Something that struck at the core of my being, the core of my identity in this life time. One of my darkest fears. So I flopped down onto the mat.
Then my rational sensibilities kicked in. I analyzed the information I was given logically. The "Ayahuasca" had lied to me. There was NOTHING in my life to indicate that this was true. It didn't make sense. I got back up and told it that it had lied. Silence. It did not respond.
Tripping balls, I realized that the Shaman was calling in aliens with the Icaros. These were not spirits, they were ALIENS. I simply couldn't stand it anymore. I stood up, and fumbled towards the door. The Shaman looked at me in astonishment, surprised that I was able to stand. Barely able to put on my shoes, I stumbled outside and walked in circles in a drug-induced stupor. I was barely in control of my faculties, the brew had such a stranglehold on me.
Fortunately, there was a chair outside and I just sat there in the cold. Thinking about everything. Mainly about aliens, about God, about the origins of humanity. And I listened to the Shaman sing and laugh over and over again. It felt as if the Shaman was showing people an alien. She had the skills to do it. I was flabbergasted.
Eventually, someone cajoled me back into the ceremony room. I felt a bit better, a bit more in control.
As I sat on my mat once again, I had to face a second fear. My morbid fear of Tarantulas. Honestly, I don't want to disrespect another living species. Tarantulas are docile, and I'm sure they have their own purpose for existing. I just can't stand the sight of them. Eight legs creeps me out. It's a phobia, but there it was front and center.
There was a big Tarantula crawling right in front of my face. Sort of in mid air. It's front legs were moving tauntingly. Sort of like...tickle, tickle, tickle. Surprisingly, I wasn't destroyed by the image given my strong phobia. I tried to just brush it away, but it wouldn't go away. It was just going to tickle it's front legs in front of me. I was going to have to wait until the Ayahuasca wore off.
In the mean time, my mind was wandering off and imagining hyper intelligent Tarantulas entering space ships that conformed to their bodies. They were preparing for war. This wasn't a detailed vision, just a bunch of images in my mind.
Finally, the ceremony ended and the lights came on. Thank God it was OVER. I walked outside and told someone I had gone to Hell. The Shaman overheard me, and came to speak to me. I told her about the lie I was told. She told me to get it checked. Of course I did get it checked the first moment I could and my hunch was correct. It had been a lie. But I felt so much better after getting it checked. Like a huge weight had been lifted.
The morning after the ceremony the Shaman came to speak with me privately. She tried to get me to heal. She told me that the Ayahuasca had released the toxicity of my fears from my system even though I never purged once (I did defecate after the ceremony). She confided intensely personal trauma she had experienced as a child in order to get me to heal. It was a very nice thing of her to do. She told me that most people have only 1 or 2 "bad" ceremonies, and that every ceremony is different.
I'm at a crossroads and need advice...
How am I ever going to be part of another ceremony again? Should I even try? Do the pros outweigh the cons? Is it worth me risking going back to Hell again in order to get a taste of the medicine? Seems like many people have been healed. I am seeking healing as well. Even though I've always had a strong body, I've always felt a bit psycho-spiritually "sick". Life has never been wonderful. It's actually been pretty painful. Especially my childhood and adolescence. There's this recurring theme in my thoughts that somehow, I was given the short-end of the stick in life.
Am I a BAD PERSON for having this hellish Ayahuasca experience? Have you ever been on your hands and knees before? Maybe I should just stick with shrooms...
Thank you for listening!