Ayahuasca Trip Report

18 50: Drank 3 cups of aya, tasted unpleasant but not overly so.
18 57: Stomach churning slightly.
19 01: Had half a joint.
19.56: walked along the seafront, constant conversation in my mind, directing my vision. I pause smoke the other half of the joint, ignoring the command to focus on the woman in red walking alone round the marine drive, laughing at the matrix cliche of life. I suddenly feel the need to head to a corner, my body clenching. I bend over, expecting "La Purga", yet only a few streams of spittle accompany my retch. I turn left and walk up towards the Castle, pausing along the way to drink in the view of the town. Lights flash at the corner of my vision,  and I reflect on a street I had never seen it seemed, it's contours alien in the moonlight. Church bells ring, and I feel the urge to move closer to them. Along the path, I feel the urge to pause and bow before four chairs. I see on the furthest left chair the snow queen. Do you find me attractive she asks? Her long legs are perfectly formed emerging from a silver blue dress. Yes, I think, and my vision is pulled to the next chair. A man with jet black hair in a black tunic with red trimming repeats the question. Yes I reply. I glanced to the right and I see an empty chair. There is hope a voice speaks. I glance to the right again. In different ways I say. The chair remains empty but I see an inscription, a U and M. I consider and move back a chair. K and I are carved. I move back to the U and focus. within the U is an egg. As I watch the Egg's curves even, and an O is formed. I snap back to the twin letters and focus once more.

I walk on, listening: The Four Nobles of Scarborough. The church bells move me faster and I glance left to Paradise. My voice inside tells me how this is truly a place that can be achieved on Earth. I smile in delight at the thought of achieving another species wide goal within my lifetime and walk into the graveyard. I glance down at a grave as I walk, a single word stands out to me: Theophiles. i think to myself i shall learn more of the ways. I am asked why I am here. I reply it is not Sanctuary I seek, but to share the love of God. I continue to walk around the Church, feeling the bells vibrate within me, and expect to see a door shining light into the darkness. The doors are closed. A moment of displeasure before I realise there is a purpose for everything, and walk on, taking a back street past the Market into áxax... I hear shiny happy people and turn right.
20:04 I sit in the Waterhouse drinking a coffee, my hands shaking as warmth flood into them.
20:18 I am rested and my hands have stopped shaking. I roll a cigarette and walk once more.
22:27 I am at home, with a healthy appetite and a lighter feeling in my mind, in colour rather than weight.  As I left the Waterhouse I wandered through town, seeing a compass, and a decision,  I looked down and was stood by North. I walked across the compass and looked round,  my destination set in stone, so it seems.


23:05 Overall I had a positive experience this night, and I am thinking back to how I synchronistically finished reading Junky by William Burroughs last night. It ends with him considering to take Yage, or Ayahuasca to kick his heroin habit, and reveals how Russians had been using it to induct telepathy with it's inbibers, and the potential applications to create a new workforce. Chilling at the time I read it, yet at the moment I can only think of the benefits this could bring to humanity, to encourage a new spirit of cooperation and prosperity.