I came back from Peru very recently, where I had the opportunity to take part in a few Ayahuasca sessions, in a very ritualized and rather traditional context (nightly sessions with icaros sung by a session director, with traditional and catholic aspects to it). During the last session, something very disturbing happened to me, and I'd like a few opinions on this.
To start with, I've been raised in the tradition of the Catholic church, been through the main rituals when I was a kid, and stopped going to church when I was about 12. Later on, I became a staunch atheist and materialist. Later still, under the influence of psychedelics, I let go of this materialistic stance. This was like 2 years ago (I'm 35 now). However, I remain extremely reluctant toward any kind of organized religion. For me, spirituality is something personal, and based in the first place on experience, not on belief. I guess some of you may have had similar paths.
During my one but last Ayahuasca session, this familiar headache came up again in the back left of my head. I've had this on and off for 10-12 years, sometimes as a kind of hangover after drinking or doing other drugs, sometimes without any apparent reason. On a previous visit to the same place, the session director (I'll call him that for lack of a better word: although a Westerner, he's fully initiated in traditional Amazonian healing, and he's the one who directed all the sessions I participated in) had told me this little headache was "something very negative", and he had taken special care of it. It had subsequently vanished for months, but it had gradually come back since, and there it was again, during the session. Upon my request, the director again took 'special care' of it, but it didn't really go away. That was also the only time I didn't puke after having taken ayahuasca: there seemed to be something I couldn't or didn't want to get rid of.
The session director then offered me to participate in the next session two days later, saying it was a special day, the day of the Virgin of Fatima, a day of liberation. He also said I would have to prepare for it by fasting and attending mass. That's where I became upset: the semi-religious context of the sessions doesn't really bother me - to each his own - but me having to attend mass was something very different, and I flatly refused his offer - for the preparation... I accepted to take part in the session.
In the first part, nothing important happened. I knew I was there to get rid of that "negative" headache, but I didn't have a clue as to how, so I thought of many other things. When the effects started to wear off, I went to take a booster (one more cup of ayahuasca), which sent me up again. At that point, I started to get exhausted (I hadn't slept in two nights) and a bit desperate. I stopped looking for whatever it was and surrendered to exhaustion... and to the brew. I started to feel really sad and lonely, and suddenly my mouth started to twist. I thought I was going to cry, but I was wrong. My face went on twisting more and more until I found myself grimacing. Suddenly, I thought I knew what was happening: I was turning into an animal...! I had read such things in many ayahuasca trip reports, so it came only as a relative surprise. My head really felt like an angry wolve's, I felt my mouth twisting even more and my teeth were those of an animal. Extremely strange, to say the least. It was then I realized exactly what was going on. I was sitting quite close to the session director, and I suddenly realized he was singing an icaro about the Virgin, very repetitive. My head turned towards him in rage and anger. I thought I was going to start to roar, and I feared I may attack him, but at the same time I felt the "beast" was afraid of all he represented, of the Virgin within his song, etc. There was hate and fear at the same time. My breath was very fast and loud, I was almost hyperventilating. As soon as I had realized I was "possessed" (because that's what I was, and I can tell you this came as a surprise and a shock to me! ), I knew I had to do something. I felt the beast only had my head, I still had control over the rest of my body. Immediately, I kinda "chose sides" mentally and joined my hands in prayer, although I didn't even start to pray. Almost instantly, I was free, the "beast" had left me, shocked, flabbergasted.
This was like 10 days ago. The headache hasn't come back yet, I hope it never will. I have not become a fervent Catholic, but I have to admit some of my beliefs have been shaken. For instance, the last thing I would have believed in is a spiritual world populated with spirits and demons of all kinds. I also find it hard to believe there's a struggle going on between Good and Evil. To me, everything stems from pure existence and consciousness, Spirit if you will. Everything, evil included. But then, there's that experience I've had...
Feel free to comment, I'm somewhat at a loss for interpretations, any explanation is welcome.
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