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First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans
    #17540865 - 01/13/13 03:29 AM (11 years, 1 month ago)

I went with my father to an Ayahuasca ceremony tonight, the first I have ever attended. It was taking place at a monastery-commune in a wooded area outside the city that is known as a spiritual hot spot (it is sacred to Christians, Buddhists, Indigenous peoples and the New Age community).

The room is beautiful, spacious, comfortable, pleasantly warm, adorned with gorgeous tapestries, wall hangings, carpets and rugs, with a fragrant scent of some kind of pleasant sweet-grass or incense.

The participants (ten of us) greet each other and carefully set up our individual "stations". We lay down yoga mats, blankets, pillows and couch cushions to make comfortable spots to sit and lie down. We are arranged along the walls. Most people are fairly distant, but one Man is quite close to me. We are in a large circle.

The session is run by two Maestros or Shamans. One is a man, the other a woman.

The Male Maestro greets us, welcomes us and explains the process that is to follow. He explains that he will administer the medicine to us individually, then we will turn off the lights and sit in silence and darkness until the spirits are ready to work with us (or something like that I am paraphrasing)

Then the Maestro's prepare the medicine with a fascinating ritual involving blowing tobacco smoke into the bottle in a musical way while making little songs and whistles.

Once this is finished the female Maestro goes around the room with a small communion chalice full of medicine. Each person is given one measure to drink.

Then the lights are dimmed and we sit in silence (we were told not to lie down until at least one hour had passed so the medicine could circulate in the body properly).

I use this time to meditate silently (we have all been asked to remain as still and silent as possible throughout the ceremony until the final phase).

Before the ceremony I had felt very nervous and full of worry. My heart was pounding. I was struggling to calm myself.

But shortly after taking the medicine I begin to relax. Soon I no longer feel anxiety. I am surprised to notice that I am feeling pleasure and euphoria in my body. Currents of energy are moving through my body creating a physical sensation of pleasure. I was not expecting this kind of ecstatic body high.

A general feeling of well being and physical pleasure overwhelms me and I lie down. I feel good. I begin to notice closed eye visuals, like blackish-blue liquid hexagonal crystals, moving with rainbow hues. I have the thought that this might be what DMT crystals would look like if evaporated on a pane of glass and set in motion.

I watch these closed eye visuals for some time and slowly writhe around in my blankets, it is as if I can not move at all but neither can I ever remain still. I am constantly in motion but totally paralyzed.

I feel like a magnet has sucked me down into my mattress and it feels good.

I open my eyes. I cant make sense of what I am seeing. At some level I understand that it must be a hardwood floor and some blankets and so forth, but it appears like some incomprehensible dream landscape where all perspective and size is baffling, it is like I can look but not see.

The Shamans begin to sing. It is the most beautiful music I have ever heard in my life. Heart-breakingly , breathtakingly wonderful sounds, I do not know what language it was but it was magnificent. The male maestro leads and for a long time only he sings. In addition to singing he makes fascinating whistling and echoing hoot sounds, I dont even know what to call them but they are awesome. Some of the songs repeat many times at intervals, others are heard only once and not again.

I am in love with the Shamans. I am in Awe of them. I am inspired and humbled by them. I feel that I could cry because their very existence has redeemed my life and humanity.

I am tearing up thinking about it and writing this. It is a truly overwhelming adoration I feel for the Maestros.

The songs entrance my mind. They are like magic spells. They become real.

I am lost in endless cycles. I will become lost in the labyrinth of my blanket. I wander for miles across my small cushions. I roll around and experiment with endless positions, all while trying to remain as silent and still as possible. I am fully focused on the physical sensations in my body and on my skin.

Then the songs will pick up again and I am transported into the music.

I decide I need to go to the bathroom while I can still walk. I walk out of the dark room and into a hallway with lights. The change is remarkable. I feel surprised I can walk. My body seems to glide and float around, like I am standing on a moving boat. Everything seems to have a faint glow or shine. I text my wife and tell her I love her and it is Wonderful, but feel slightly guilty for contacting someone outside the journey, like I am cheating.

I take a pee and cant resist the temptation to look at myself in the mirror. As with ecstasy or mushrooms, I have the feeling that I am very Beautiful, especially my dilated pupils. I splash water on my face. This feels very nice.

Then I return to the ceremony room and lie down.

For the first time, the woman shaman begins to sing. I had thought that the male shamans voice was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. But the voice of the woman was like the grace of God, like cloud break, like sunrise.

Her voice is transcendent. His voice now sounds like the calming, guiding, steady hand of a father, comforting and in its own way magnificent. He sings about 80 percent of the time. Therefore when she sings it is rare and glorious. Her voice is pure joy. She sings sometimes in English. The songs she sings in English transport me. When she describes something, I feel it is more real than real. She tells us that we are all at play in fields of dragonflies. We are praying. We are learning the dragonfly wisdom. She tells us we are all stars in the hand of God. That we have transcended illusion and returned to reality. We have awakened. The whole world is awakening.

She tells us that we can never be stained. We are always pure. This world is a dream that can never harm us. We are immortal, eternal, and perfect.

And then he resumes his mischievous, elegant, mysterious, calming, guiding song. It repeats. There is one central song that all the other songs seem to revolve around.I recognize only a few words... "ayahuasca... curendaro..." he sings the names of the vines in the brew and many other things I do not understand but feel very deeply.

I am surprised that  I feel no anxiety, no nausea, no pain or discomfort.

A man attempts to sing along with the shamans and one of them quietly approaches him and softly informs him that he must not join in the song. I am glad, because as soon as the other man joined in it profoundly disrupted my experience, as though a dog was trying to howl along to a beautiful orchestra. I don't want to sound mean, but that was really the contrast.

At some point there is a brief interval where my mental experiences take a dark turn. I begin to think about all the suffering in the world. I think about my mother's migraines, my uncle's alcoholism, and all the starving and neglected people in the world. As these thoughts enter my mind they are accompanied by images. Thousands of people crammed in cages. Strange disturbing images, except... they are not disturbing at all. I am watching them but not really affected. I understand that this is just the medicine processing my psychic baggage and is healthy, not harmful.

This only lasts a few minutes. The woman seems to know what I am feeling. As my thoughts turn dark, so does her song. We are lost in the hundred acre wood! We would get out if only we could! Oh what are we to do! We need Winnie the poo! What will Winnie the poo do? He'll start a parade! Hell make some mistakes and save the day! His head is full of fluff, but his heart is ATOMIC!

(paraphrase)

HERE COMES TIGGER!!! everything gets cosmic. Joy has returned. 

Her most touching song is probably this one (please understand what I am writing has very little relation to what she actually sang and certainly cant convey the glory of it, but its the best I can do)

"a single moment in time... ears open wide... a single sip of cosmic wine... reconnecting with the divine.... transcending time... a single sip of sacred vine"

I completely melt. I am gone. I have a sleep mask over my eyes and I have dissolved into the cushions.

I return when the female shaman touches me. This is thrilling. I muddle my way out of my hole.

She asks for my hands. I put them out. She touches them. My heart flutters to think about it.

She indicates I must put them together as if praying. I do. She has some kind of magical gourd that emits the most heavenly scent I have ever smelled. It is intoxicating. She somehow blows this holy smoke into my hands, onto my shoulder, finally on the crown of my head. All kinds of subtle energy adjustments are made. She sips spirits out of my body and blows them away, takes other ones from the gourd and blows them into my body. It is better than sex.

But it is nothing compared to when the male shaman comes and goes through the same process with me. His touch is so powerful. I feel like I am at the feet of my Guru. He radiates love and acceptance for me. I feel he understands me perfectly.

The adjustments he makes to me are indescribable. It is energy massage, painless energy surgery. It is transformation.

And then touches the top of my head. It is the climax of the procedure. But the climax of my ceremony is what happens next. He makes eye contact with me, smiles and whispers "it is nice to meet you Daniel" (my name).

It sounds like as simple phrase when I write it, but he did not say anything to anyone else, nor did I hear him speak to anyone else except to ask them not to sing. And when he says "nice to meet you" i feel that he means a unique energy connection has just been made. We had already met earlier, but now, in this moment, he has truly "met" me, we have met at an energetic level. I feel like he has seen my soul and approved of what he saw. I feel proud, happy, joyous. I feel like we have bonded.

Now that I have been raised up to a sitting position for the smoke blowing adjustment procedure, I remain sitting in lotus position and resume meditating. I feel compelled to remove all of my outer clothes until I am wearing only a thin white t shirt (and pants) even though it is relatively cool. I feel that wearing this minimal white clothing has some kind of spiritual significance. I have been transformed, and my outer clothes must be shed to symbolize the shedding of my old self and the birth of my new, purified self.

I sit in lotus meditating and listening to the songs. Occasionally, rarely, the two shamans will sing together, either simultaneously or in a sing-song back-and-forth pattern. These moments are particularly special.

At a few rare moments women in the group join in and sing along with the female shaman. Unlike when the man tried to sing, these moments are wonderful. It makes me so happy I can cry. I realize there is some kind of shared experience with the women and somehow it is O.K. for them to break the silence, but only at these strangely special moments. I wonder how they all know what to sing, as they do not speak the language. It is as if their voices are as one. In fact, for a minute I think the female shaman is doing magic, making her voice emanate from three spots at once.

At some point there begin to be a few coughs. Then suddenly it seems that several people are coughing. I find this bizarre. Why have they all started coughing at once?

Then there is a groan. And a moan. And a whimper. Again it seems like these sounds of discomfort are suddenly coming from various people all at once. For a while it sounds like everyone but me and the Shamans have fallen horribly sick. They sound like they have diarrhea, constipation, nausea, gas and cramps all at once. It sounds horrible except that everything is so wonderful that it doesnt really bother me.

I later learned it was mostly only one man who was making these sounds. For some reason his whole experience was characterized by extreme pain. He later said he felt like he was giving birth, and he sounded like it! He also said he felt his body morphing into that of animals, and he felt the bones in his body moving and readjusting as though he was becoming a bear. He made the most extraordinary moans and groans for hours!

But it really didn't negatively effect me at all. I said prayers for him and wished for him to have relief, but all I could do was focus on my meditation.

My father went to sit with him, but I dont know if that helped at all.

Meanwhile I wondered if and when I would feel sick. So far I was amazed at how clean and gentle and pleasant the experience would be. At one moment I felt I would vomit, but I did not and it subsided. The nausea lasted for about five seconds out of the whole experience.

The male sang especially to the sick man for a long time, then began walking in circles. Whenever he came close to me I felt his song touch me as if it was a sonar bounced specifically off me. These moments felt good. His attention felt good.

At one point I was lying on my bed smooshed into it as if paralyzed, and I remembered him saying we could come up for a second dose. I lay there for what felt like hours trying to figure out how to stand up so I could have more ayahuasca. Finally I somehow rose and walked to where the shamans sat at the front of the room. I felt like I would fall over trying to get to them but i made it. I knelt down. i did not say or gesture anything, I just knelt and bowed my head. Without interupting their songs they began skillfully preparing another dose. I felt immensely priveleged that these two magical people were responding to my humble request. It was amazing to watch the skill with which they handled their instruments.

They handed me the chalice. This time the dose was much smaller. I drank it. I realize now I never described the taste! It was surprisingly pleasant, I immediatly enjoyed it, it was like a very strong, robust coffee liquour with a potent woody herbaceousness.

I returned the chalice and resumed my position.

It was hard to tell what effect the second dose had, as it was impossible to tell where the first dose left off and the second began, but  I felt happy knowing I had taken it.

I felt very religious. I had a small ganesh statue with me and kissed it, and pressed it to my third eye and my heart chakra. I realized that Ganesh was real and that I loved and adored him. I had worshiped Ganesh before and during the ceremony and he had guided me through it, acting as my protector and shielding me from any negative experience or consequence. I could cry I was so happy and so in love with Ganesh.

The female teacher sang a song. The only word I can remember was "yahweh" (the name of God). When she said yahweh I would whisper "yahweh" along with her and it was divine. I prayed to God and Jesus and Ganesh.

I felt that I had now seen in the shamans what humans are meant to be. People of knowledge. People of music and magic and wisdom and truth and healing. Curanderos. Teachers. Healers. Medicine men. Wise ones.

I felt that perhaps I had taken the first small step towards being one of these "true humans". I was humbled but also inspired. Was it too much to dream that someday, I might be like they? If they would only continue to teach me...

I resolved then to live my life from this new wisdom. These would be my new role models. I realized I would never drink alcohol again, and I would dedicate my life anew to meditation, devotion, prayer, worship and goodness, and I would purify my self and my life so that I could meet the vine again and again.

At last the shaman lit a large candle in the center of the room. This seemed to indicate that we were now free to talk or sing. A woman sang a song. It sounded hollow and weak compared to the magic songs of the Shaman, and it seemed to make my head tilt to one side. When she sang I could not figure out how to straighten my head.

Then people began to move together in groups of two or three and whisper conversations. It seemed many people had had difficult or painful experiences. The one man had suffered by far the worst, literally with birth pains, moaning and groaning , it sounded like real torment, but it had a certain dignity to it.

My father had had powerful gas pain in his abdomen, but he said it did not stop him from having an incredible time, as though the pain was a very isolated tidbit in many levels of pure joy.

Another woman had a bad headache. One man got up and left in the middle of the ceremony, shortly after taking his second dose. I hope he made it home OK, and wonder why he left.

After the ceremony a woman came and offered me fresh fruit. I ate some. It was incredibly delicious.

Then I hugged each person who attended the ceremony with me, exchanging gratitude for the shared experience.

I also hugged both shamans. The male shaman asked me how my experience was. I told him it was excellent. He told me he wanted to stay in touch with me, and looked forward to doing more sessions with me. We have planned one soon with my wife, my best friend and I, the three of us will have the session with the male Shaman at the male shamans home in about a week. I am extremely excited about that. He says he likes to work with committed people who do repeated ceremonies as part of a lifestyle or path, and I definitely want to do that. I am amazed that not only did I have this amazing opportunity to participate in the ceremony tonight, but can continue to and perhaps even become an "apprentice" of sorts to this Maestro.

I hugged the male shaman twice and shook his hands. I am not ashamed to say I felt a little bit in love with him. Likewise I now found the female shaman extremely gorgeous. I felt extremely sexually attracted to her for a moment but quickly banished this feeling because I felt it was not respectful.

When I went to hug the female shaman she pulled back and readjusted to hug the other way. Im not sure which way it went, but if I went to hug on the left she stopped me and made me hug on the right, or vice versa. This has happened to me once before with another spiritual teacher of mine and it always embarrases me. I cant figure out what I am doing wrong or what the unspoken rule of the hug is that I do not know. In any case I hugged her and gave her a small bow but I felt somewhat uncomfortable because of the "botched" hug. This quickly passed however.

I cut up a grapefruit and gave it to my fellow participants to eat. I had originally planned to eat it myself but that seemed absurd so I gave it away and had none myself.

Then I carefully packed up my things and we got in the car. I felt completely sober, calm, refreshed, centered, cleansed, clean, happy, energized, optimistic and refreshed.

I was amazed to learn it was only 1:30 in the morning. The session started at 8pm. I was sure it was at least five or six in the morning! It had felt like such a long time! It was the best of both worlds, I had had a long experience in a short time, meaning I could still get home and in bed by a reasonable time! I wouldnt even be tired the next day.

Moreover, I somehow felt as though I had just awoken from a restful sleep. Not only was I not exhausted by the journey,  I felt like I had just woken up from a nights rest.


My father and I smoked a joint in the car on the way home and discussed our experiences. Then I ate some broccoli and 2 bannanas and typed this trip report.

Thanks for Reading!

Love, Healing, Wisdom- I Wish all good things for each one of you!


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Edited by Moonshoe (01/13/13 09:53 AM)


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Re: First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans [Re: Moonshoe]
    #17540918 - 01/13/13 04:03 AM (11 years, 1 month ago)

Wow that sounds amazing, thanks for sharing that


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Re: First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans [Re: LiquidGlass]
    #17540936 - 01/13/13 04:21 AM (11 years, 1 month ago)

great story man glad you had a good time


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Re: First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans [Re: Rewindicus]
    #17540969 - 01/13/13 04:48 AM (11 years, 1 month ago)

Awesome post moonshoe. Thank you.


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Re: First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans [Re: InvisibleHunter]
    #17541217 - 01/13/13 08:14 AM (11 years, 1 month ago)

Thanks for sharing OP. I enjoyed reading it.
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Re: First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans [Re: Cyclohexylamine]
    #17541511 - 01/13/13 10:00 AM (11 years, 1 month ago)

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Re: First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans [Re: LiquidGlass]
    #17553943 - 01/15/13 07:59 PM (11 years, 1 month ago)

Thank you all for your replies and good wishes. I will be sure to post reports of my upcoming sessions as well. The shaman said he would start out slow ( a small dose) for the first ceremony and perhaps build up in subsequent sessions so I anticipate perhaps experiencing more of the full blown visionary effects in the next sessions.

As the shaman told me, however, the brew has powerful healing and therapeutic benefits even at lower doses, and as I can attest even these smaller doses are fully psychedelic .

I can also attest to the value of fasting and keeping to a careful preparatory diet before and after the ceremony. I ate only a small vegan salad the day of the ceremony and I feel this may have helped prevent nausea and discomfort. Next time I plan to follow the diet for at least three days in advance.

Thanks again for taking the time to read my report .

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Re: First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans [Re: Moonshoe]
    #17558077 - 01/16/13 05:11 PM (11 years, 1 month ago)

Very nice right up... Can feel how it affected you
Sort of wonder what happened to the Man in Pain

5 1/2 hr is a pretty short oral DMT experience... But worthwhile


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Re: First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans [Re: Moonshoe]
    #17558590 - 01/16/13 06:34 PM (11 years, 1 month ago)

Awesome write up...thanks for taking the time to do it.

Your story makes me want to ask where such an experience can be had.  The folks who conducted the ceremony sound like they have all the requisite skills, knowledge, respect, and care.

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Re: First Ayahuasca Ceremony with Shamans [Re: Nature Boy]
    #17560963 - 01/17/13 05:47 AM (11 years, 1 month ago)

This is a fascinating story that has entered my mind deeply.

In my mind I have for many years frequently imagined stories of people being healed by shamans in this way - usually involving as I read in the book by the recently deceased Jeanne Achterberg Imagery in Healing: Shamanism and Modern Medicine, long periods of fasting by both shaman and “patient” and very special physical conditions such as darkness or keeping eyes closed to shut out ordinary reality. All these thing tend to titillate me in a manner that I wish I could avoid most of the time, but the description of your ayahuasca ceremony is both detailed and down-to-earth in such a way that I would be very interested to see it published.


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