It went very well.  I totally understand the 'power' and 'light' references.

I saw a female figure form on my wooden floor boards and smile at me, then a lime green haze of tiny bubbles and patterns (which at the time I took to be the information stored inside the once living wood) arose from the floor and I wafted it around until the patterns in the air covered my arms.

Then I watched tiny south American shamans line dance with Indian gods along my walls.

Spice was like a book and the caapi was like the light you need to see it.