Psychedelic Therapy 6
ayahuasca (dmt) plant medicine
[AYAHUASCA] The Profound Ayahuasca Vine of the Soul Ceremonies
January 2026
Contents
Introduction
The Book
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Introduction
The first time someone mentioned ayahuasca to me was in 2021. I didn’t know anything about it. The person’s face lit up just from saying the word, without explaining what it is.
The ayahuasca plant contains dimethyltryptamine (DMT). Basically, it’s a chemical compound that could make people trip out. An ayahuasca journey could involve visualizations, hallucinations, physical sensations, sickness, fear, mental chaos, spiritual enlightenment, and so on.
In some profound scenarios, it could feel like we’re connecting with God, a higher power, or a divine spirit. The opposite is feeling like we’re going to die, or thinking that we’re dying. The chaotic moments when we think we’re going crazy, about to have a nervous breakdown, or headed to a bad trip are no joke during an ayahuasca ceremony. The worst part is that the chaos can feel like it will last forever, or that there’s no turning back. The intensity of ayahuasca can feel uncontrollable, to the point where we think that we can’t handle it anymore, or we want it to end.
In this ayahuasca (DMT) journey, we'll explore some of my real and firsthand moments of psychedelic therapy during my ayahuasca ceremonies in Mexico, Peru, Ecuador, and Bolivia.
Ayahuasca in Mexico
I'm dehydrating. It’s hard for me to breathe. I want to raise my hand to shaman Edgar, the facilitator, and say, “I need water; I feel like I’m going to die!”
I pause for a few seconds, trying not to freak out. If I blurt out that I need assistance from Edgar, the group dynamic will shift drastically from high times to worry or even panic.
Nausea surfaces inside of me. I turn to the right side of my blanket, where I sit, ready to throw up, but I can’t vomit. I quickly go to an all-fours position with my forehead on the ground. I feel like I’m going to die.
“This is it,” I think to myself, as if it’s time for me to leave this earth. I close my eyes, accepting that my death is about to happen. My mind is completely clear; there’s zero resistance and no fear.
I open my eyes, smiling widely while the three music healers play spiritual tones with their indigenous instruments and Tata sings proudly. The black blanket flat on the ground freezes and turns into a black geometric, three-dimensional (3D) voxel with thin, dark tan outlines stretching downward. It’s like I’m on top of a geometric voxel cliff, and it’s a long way down. The basic voxel block dimension reminds me of 3D graphics portrayed in Minecraft PC games.
Now, I’m lying down with my back against the grass, watching the full moon while breathing in and out through my nose in a meditative and stoic state. Dark-white shades of thin rectangular beams shoot upward and downward from the top and bottom of the moon simultaneously. The beams stretch vertically like rubber bands.
There’s movement inside the moon’s dark-patch dents, the lunar craters. I blink twice and rub my eyes, regardless of the fact that my vision is twenty-twenty. The moving lunar craters are forming a face inside the moon’s center. Maybe it’s the head of an animal figure, like a wolf or coyote.
The dark-patch lunar craters inside the center of the circular moon stop moving, and the bottom half of the moon has light-green sparkles flickering in slow motion.
I open my eyes to the tribal music playing.
Mother Ayahuasca, let me feel the strength of the shamans!” I declare assertively to myself.
Howling wolves, shamanic journey drum beats, and flutes are playing. The tribal melodies are taking me on an indigenous expedition. My torso, arms, legs, and hands move fluidly again on the ground to the shamanic tunes.........
Ayahuasca in Peru
I put my left hand on my forehead. My voices are sprinting fast, making it challenging to comprehend all the questions that I’m asking. Some of it is nonsense. While I remain underneath the blanket, I feel like I’m going crazy, unable to stay still and rationalize. A part of me wants to cry from the internal heartache my soul is feeling.
The spiritual items on the altar in the center of the round maloca float above the ground and transform into bright ruby-style geometrics. A road forms on the ground from the altar to the edge of my twin-sized mattress. I’m in the driver’s seat, with playful rainbow-colored geometric spiritual items floating toward me. They move side to side as if dancing to a beat in this geometric land of ruby-looking spiritual items. I’m blown away by the remarkable dimension.
My yawning expands as my upper body and eyes get heavier. The edges of the left and right sides of the mattress become red-light lines with two thin gray borders in between each red-light line. It’s directing a path to the Shipibo healer in front of me. I bow to her and place my forehead on the edge of the mattress, confirming that I want to go further into this ayahuasca voyage.
I lift my head while kneeling, observing my clenched fists. The hair on my hands evaporates. My knuckles dissolve as my fists get chubbier.
I rise to my knees, looking up to the sky through the psychedelic-looking eyeball-shaped ceiling window. The master ayahuasca ceremony shaman is passionately singing an icaro to me...........
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Ayahuasca in Ecuador
The rain and various insects surrounding me communicate by making nonstop cricket trill sounds.
My eyes feel heavier; the darkness is blurrier. My arms are out wide, moving up and down like an eagle while I remain seated and drowsy on the bench.
The large jungle tree to the right outside the hut grabs my attention. It makes my eyes squint and widen a few times. The wide tree trunk has tiny red and white dots blinking. The center forms a mini black hole. My eyes widen, staring into the middle without blinking. The dark, intriguing tree trunk and the constant buzzing of insects around the hut make my eyes cross.
This tree trunk is hypnotizing. I feel a strong vibrational frequency in my body just from seeing its blackness. I smile childishly, wondering what’s inside the center of this captivating tree, created by Mother Earth.
Everything has slowed down, other than the numerous insects making buzzing sounds around me. I’m not feeling sick at the moment.
About six feet away, I see a small flashlight from a phone. Shaman Leo’s facilitator, who has been quietly sitting across from me in the dark throughout the ceremony, is pointing the flashlight on his cell phone at him. It’s my first glimpse of artificial light during tonight’s ceremony.
Shaman Leo stands with his posture facing right. He flaps the large, dead, crunchy-sounding leaf, slowly and tenderly on his guide’s head. His face and body transform into a white mummy underneath his black shirt and black pants. It doesn’t shock or scare me. I rub my eyes and open them widely to see if I’m really seeing the mummy version of shaman Leo. I go crossed-eyed, stimulated by what’s in front of me...........
Ayahuasca in Bolivia
Shaman Miguel sings, and Katu, the music sound/healer and facilitator, plays an indigenous instrument. I don’t know what it is; it’s not a drum or rattle. My clenched fists shake as the music amplifies my vibrational frequency.
I tilt my head to the ceiling with my eyes closed. Two lines covered in small green rubies face upward on both sides. The black slate in the center is a one-lane highway facing up. It feels like a portal to the universe. Tiny scattered white dots appear.
My arms and open hands slowly rise up, facing the top center. My head and back arch as a force radiates through my soul. I sense that I’m silently connecting to God or a divine force in an unexplainable way. I smile like a baby with my mouth wide open, embracing this blissful encounter.
I return to a seated position, gripping my head with my two hands. My body shakes uncontrollably as my head jolts side to side, while I breathe hard out of my mouth.
The physical aching has calmed down, but it feels like I’m on the verge of having a nervous breakdown.
“I can’t think or function. How am I going to be able to walk back to my room after the ceremony?” I say nervously to myself.
“I’ve ruined my life by drinking ayahuasca tonight. I might have brain damage.” I say fearfully to myself.
“Oh my God!” I say worriedly to myself.
I feel broken. Sadness sinks in from this mental madness. Hopefully, I’ll return to my normal self without my brain being fried.
I sit slumped against the backrest of the circular seating area. It feels like I’m dozing off. Even if I wanted to get up and go pee, not a chance right now.
“Am I going to die?” I say slowly to myself...........
The Book
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