Lessons from Ayahuasca
Heart slamming, I cupped the medicine against my chest. Not out of fear, as it had in my first ceremony, but out of longing to connect again; to invite Her inside to do Her cleansing, teaching, and healing. I drank the sweet shot, focusing on my intention of surrendering. Her Spirit slipped into my body. An image appeared of a Navajo grandmother, weaving in an adobe hut. "Come," She said, extending a hand to my 7-year-old body and leading me out into the desert. The vision faded as I became aware of pressure building in my crown chakra, then spiraling downward through my body, a familiar sensation I'd been experiencing in meditations leading up to ceremony. So, I flowed with that: energy spiraling from my crown through my body before rising up again. And again. And again. The repetitive spiraling, I realized, was Eagle, soaring on warm air currents in lazy circles. I l...