Follies of an Awakening Fool

I GET THE **** JOKE IT'S ALL A GAME, A REALLY DUMB GAME WE KEEP PLAYING WITH OURSELVES TO PREVENT OUR SOUL'S BOREDOM

This vomited out of my mouth somewhere around midnight, after my second cup of Ayahuasca and an energy clearing from the shamans-one American and one local villager-just outside of Iquitos, Peru. It wasn't the only thing that vomited from my mouth-no ... I think I puked my organs out as well. And that wasn't the only projectile that I purged. At 8:30 pm on December 14, I finally experienced my first Ayahuasca journey thirteen months after I first stumbled across it during a shamanic trance search on the Internet. It was, in fact, my first official drug experience ever. It answered every question I have ever had in this lifetime.

Somehow, during this time, I tried crawling into my bucket for the vomitivo, which was about one foot tall and about eight inches in diameter. I was determined to get my monkey form into this bucket, in which was a vortex.

When I awake, it is light outside. I walk outside the lodge and look down to see a cut tree stump with a plant growing up from it and several mushrooms attached. I start to cry at the beauty of this that I somehow had forgotten because I have been playing the asleep game since I was a child.