How I almost lost my dick
I once went to a San Pedro ceremony, which was great in the beginning, and we also had some other medicines on the altar.
The thing is, at some point I felt I needed to drain my main vein. And that's when the final stage of the ceremony started, when nobody was allowed to leave the circle. The shaman said a ridiculously long prayer which I don't remember, then his all helpers did the same, then all participants ironically had to drink blessed water.
After 2-3 hours of torture I finally rushed to the toilet, it felt like I was a rocket, not running but barely correcting my route using my legs. Then I got there, pulled my pants and what would you think? It was NOT THERE. I couldn't find my own dick, and not because I was tripping so hard. Apparently I made such effort during the ceremony not to wet my pants that I pulled my whole device inside leaving just a piece of foreskin out. Once I managed to calm down a bit and relax, things went back to normal.
I had never known it was possible, I was terrified and concerned for a long time about possible health issues after having to hold it so long. Well, it's ok, apart from the fact that the whole concept of sacred ceremonies was completely ruined for me.
Actually, it was partially ruined a year before that, when I had
The time of my life
This one was a Santo Daime ceremony which went absolutely wrong. A big circle of about 70+ people, a lot of first-timers, and an insanely strong Ayahuasca. I won't describe some incidents involving other people coz that's private, but my own story is worth telling.
The first cup was difficult but relatively manageable. Fearful visions, fearful fear, a little purge, not a big deal. So, when I went to take the second cup, I mentally asked mother Ayahuasca to show me something different this time. She did.
I saw God. I saw a cosmic flower, each petal being a different reality, and my consciousness expanded reaching each petal and witnessing the glory and the beauty of Creation to the full. Now, that's good, right? One of my best experiences. The disturbing part about it was not what I saw but what other people heard. Coz for about an hour I was absolutely unresponsive and constantly yelling in full voice something like:
YES! YES, LORD! I'M ALL YOURS! YES!!! WOOOOOHOOOO! THESE GUYS ROCK!!! HEEEY WORLD IT'S MEEE!!! YES! YES! I'M BISEXUAL! WOW HOW AWESOME IS THIS!!! YES! YES? YES, YES, YES!!!
When I came down a bit and discovered what happened, I asked the curanderos why nobody stopped me from ruining the ceremony. Well, it turned out they tried all they could, but I was just 'too far out'. I have never been that embarrassed in my life. It didn't comfort me that curanderos were understanding and supporive, or that my act was not the biggest incident during that night. I was just glad that had no ability to move around during the epiphany.
Needless to say, I decided to skip the third cup as well as any upcoming ceremony in my life. After a year I decided to give it another shot and just take less, but you already know what happened. So, maybe some things are just not for me. With all my respect and gratitude towards the shamans and their work (and kinda out of it), I trip alone.
-------------------- You gave me a wonderful, wonderful world, And you gave me eyes to see it, And you gave me LSD to open them.
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