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Learning to HealSpeaking the language of ayahuasca Substances: Ayahuasca, Peganum harmala, Psychotria viridis, Diplopterys cabrerana A friend of mine who has expressed to me an interest in unusual states of consciousness related the following experience. This individual has very little formal education and no deeply held religious beliefs, thus this account described in terms of some sort of spiritual revelation came as quite a suprise to me. I assumed that my buddy took these weird drugs simply as intoxicants. I often wondered if his odd hobby was a cause, symptom, or haphazard attempt to medicate a psychological flaw. His narrative has raised more questions than answers concerning this inclination to experience what he has termed "The Other Place." This is his verbatim account. A brief history: Friday I visited Stumpy after work. Stump is very ill. I informed Stump of my intention to have a healing ceremony. Stump replied that before I became incapacitated I should go to the nursing home to deliver chewing tobacco to Mr. M. Stump and Mr. M. are amputees and have severe medical conditions. We split the cost of Mr. M's. tobacco. I told Stump that at 21:00 hours he should put on his prayer shawl. I visited M at the nursing home. The thought occurred to me that those who may be most likely to benefit from charity may be inclined to offer it. With the vivid image of brother Stump and our newly adopted cripple, Mr. M and the total abnegation of the validity of humanity; the ethos of the warehouse/nursing home fresh in mind I proceeded to imbibe a concotion consisting of three or four grams of Diplopterys cabrerana, maybe twenty grams of Psychotria viridis and two or three grams of Peganum harmala. This amounted to a pint of liquid that I had prepared over a period of several days in a crock pot . At 21:00 hours I consumed as much of it as possible. At this time I decided to bathe. While in the shower the idea to chant, "holy.holy, holy." came to me. I felt compelled to cleanse myself in anticipation of some overwhelming event. By 20:00 hours I had left the familiar territory of pleasnt entoptic visions and embarked upon a journey. Unlike previous mushroom sessions identity and ego changes were complete and left no ambiguity as to the nature of transformation. I became female and experienced the act of copulation and gave birth to myself. I was in succession a large salamander. a plant, and a snake. I remember thinking how pleasant these transformations were. I began to relive recent events which produced abject terror. At this point terror and sublime bliss began to to alternate in a pulsating pattern. This is when The Others said to me, "We will show you another language." The Others showed me Stumpy's rotten leg and said, "It must be amputated." I saw it from the inside and it was obviously in bad shape. At this point they told me, "You must learn to heal. If you can hear us you can learn the language of healing." I don't know how much of this could be due to heightened suggestibility or if any of this experience is valid at all. In no way could this be interpreted as fun or euphoria. This very intense twelve hour session to me, ranging from ego dissolution to assuming bizarre identities to instructions to perform healing by telepathy, can only be categorized as spiritual. If it is drug induced crap it has certainly left an immense impression on me. If I decide to dance with ayahuasca again it will be to learn and heal. To those who may be interested: This is Sacred and very powerful.
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