Ayahuasca Revisited

 So here I am on the overnight flight from Chicago to London, with a free upgrade to first class, and my own bed, pyjamas, and facecream. I’m finally watching a movie called ‘Silver Linings Playbook’ recommended to me by a knowing friend, which is about an eccentric bi-polar writer about my age, who likes to run, lives and home with his parents, can’t have a normal relationship and  ‘says more inappropriate things than appropriate things.’ Hoho, dear shallow ex girlfriends, ring a bell? As I land at my mum and dads tomorrow afternoon the irony is not lost…(although the hot girl from the hunger games is in it as the love interest, so things don’t look so bad)

 One thing about movies though that is annoying though, is that the weird guy ends up getting the beautiful crazy but really deeply sensitive and shy lonely girl, but In real life, when I hang outside their house for nights on end and write them poetry every day, they usually stop taking my calls, block me on facebook and they end up moving in with bald used car salesmen with shit for brains. Ho-hum who said the movies were true eh, a man can only dream…

Anyway, I did say I’d write about taking Ayahuasca again, and the aftermath of going straight to Las Vegas from there, so I’ll tell you about it now…

The Ayahuasca…

This time was a very different experience from the first week, 2 or 3 years ago.  The first night was great. A whole bunch of ugly bad negative spirits who had been hanging around inside of me, waddled off to the exit. Big ugly monsters who I wouldn’t miss.

And I took up smoking. 

And I’m pretty sure I met God.

 Well, how do you explain to someone about that exactly? Well, you don’t. Just take Ayahuasca and you will meet him/her too. I suppose it’s nice to know that 

a. he exists (although this is obvious to anyone but the most wooden shallow person, feel free to take me up on this issue, as I would love to hear a credible argument for atheism) 

b. He’s omnipotent, if you let him be, and is a lot like you.

A hairy little old man drawing out a demon, and two monkeys, yesterday...

 The second night I had a relaxed night of consolidation. Then a guy, strangely the only guy in the group who I hadn’t spoken to before, decided to hang himself in his room. People were distraught, especially the organisers. Having someone die in the middle of a week of Ayahausca had quite an effect on the ‘juju’ in the camp. But we soldiered on.

 The strange thing is, after that, for me at least, nothing much happened.  One night a weird little being came to me. I was sitting there minding my own business, and I looked down, and standing there, a brown misshapen dwarf with a pot-belly stood there and asked me if he could help. I have absolutely no idea who this was, to this day.

 A whole bunch of bad spirits would float about, giant crustacean insects with long floating tendrils, quivering in the ether, checking me out.  A giant mosquito hovered over me, telling me he’d given me malaria, and I could feel the virus inside me, multiplying…uuh, but of course then I realized he was lying, so I managed to get rid of him and…voila, a relatively pain free Ayahuasca week-  a week in heaven if you will, and…straight to Sin City, Las Vegas, for ten days of ‘hell’…

The Buffet, Wynn Las Vegas...

The charcoal market, down at the port, erm Las Vegas. Or was that Iquitos.

…But actually I really enjoyed it. A couple of strange things happened. A guy’s card came near me and I told him it was the 3 of diamonds, and he looked at it and it was the 3 of diamonds. Which was strange since I didn’t see the card, but it did disrupt the game since he obviously thought I was cheating.  Feeling peoples auras? Yes, that is true, although not to the extent that I could ‘break’ Poker. I did however become a much better and more disciplined poker player, I kept my money, I cashed in 3 tournaments, I went running, emailed my family, bought some presents for nieces and nephews, and all was well with the world. And poker, you dear old devil of statistic risk analysis, bluffing, blustering bullshitting, and pushing all-in at completely inappropriate moments, I’m glad to stay I still love you…

Damn that hunger games girl is hot. I definitely recommend the film…

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