In Peru, I participated in a traditional ayahuasca ceremony that lasted for three days. Ayahuasca is an ancient psychotropic substance that shamans have been using in South America for thousands of years. This is the main medicine of the shamans of Peru, which they use for curing several diseases and for healing the soul. Ayahuasca literally means the rope of death, and I soon found out why. It was intensive, but I learned a lot from the experience.

The day before the ceremony, each of the participants had to drink 3 liters of a horrible tasting volcanic water as part of the cleansing. The first night of the ceremony was terrible, too. I drank a huge cup of ayahuasca, and I became unconscious too quickly and threw it up only after 10 minutes.

The problem was that some part of it still stayed inside me. It was not enough to cause visions, but enough to make me sick for 4 hours. I felt like I was drunk and hungover at the same time. The shamans told me that this was also part of the cleansing.

As we were not allowed to eat anything, the next day I felt very weak. I knew another cup of ayahuasca was waiting for me in a couple of hours, and drinking it was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment. However, I decided to go hiking to the nearby hill, and by the time I returned, I felt ready for the journey again. This time, I asked for a smaller cup of death, to be able to keep it inside me longer. There were two shamans with us, who were singing traditional songs to help our trip.

My strategy worked, and I managed to keep it inside my stomach for 2 hours while everyone else in the group vomited it only after 30 minutes. I had visions all along this time, and even for 2 hours more. However, these 4 hours passed so slowly that they seemed to be at least 8. My visions changed very quickly, and everything seemed realistic and clear. First, I lost the sensation of my body, my physical borders disappeared and I melted into the surroundings.

Almost all the time I had visions about death. I saw my own death in the future, I saw myself collapsing to the ground having a heart attack. Later, I saw myself in India on the bank of the Ganges. I went inside naked and caught a dead body that was swimming in the river. I ripped off its head and peeled off the skin until only the white skull remained. I replaced it with my own head and became Death. I felt amazing, I felt good in my skin, it felt like my real face.

Then, I heard or maybe just imagined a knock on the door of the place where the ceremony was held. I knew it was Death, and that he was coming for me. It was me and not me at the same time. These were the only moments when I felt a bit scared. He slowly moved up the stairs, until I could finally see him clearly.

He was wearing my mask and my clothes and stopped in front of me. Before anything else could happen, the vision snapped, and I threw up everything that was in my body. I was thankful to ayahuasca for showing me these visions. I knew I was on the right path to becoming my new self, sharing my experiences with the world, and teaching about death.

If you want to know more about death from a spiritual but down to earth perspective, you should read my book: The Power of Death. Click on the link below, and get it now! I’m deadly serious.

Memento Mori!

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