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Post-ceremony ‘Process’ – the main thing really… (1)
Life after leaving the ceremonial space, returning to the sacred mundane human life: Its been close to 4 years since I returned home post my first set of Ayahuasca ceremonies, and even though I have well-documented journals to dip my toes into from that time, Today is still a long way away from then. In… Read more
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3rd ceremony (2020) – part 3
For everyone else in the circle, the ceremony and the retreat had come to a satisfying close, but not for me. At least not yet. While everyone was dispersing, chatting, giggling, high-fiving, I was lying down sideways on my mattress, feeling & looking zonked. I could see everyone around me jubilating, making plans for the… Read more
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3rd Ayahuasca Ceremony (2020) – Part 2
(continued from before…) As I wrote in the earlier post about the Third Ceremony, I felt as if Mamma Aya wasn’t talking to me at all that day. She kept dodging me, confusing me, spinning me around, putting me behind stranger’s eyes. I struggled to remember who I was (Anjuri, a woman, 36 years old,… Read more
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3rd Ayahuasca Ceremony (2020) – Part 1
The events of 10.3.2020: It was a day ceremony, the only day ceremony amongst the 3 ceremonies at our retreat. We were to start early in the morning. It was the day of Holi (Indian festival where we play with flowers, colours and water with family and friends). We were mostly assembled and seated in… Read more
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2nd Ayahuasca Ceremony (2020) – Part 3
Next, she showed me my Father’s face (my actual human father in this lifetime). The second I saw his face, I was filled to the brim with gratitude towards him. So much grace. Anjuri, the human, sitting there on the mattress with her eyes closed, began whispering “Thank You Papa’, and kept thanking him over… Read more
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2nd Ayahuasca Ceremony (2020) – Part 2
I didn’t have to wait for long. Ayahuasca took hold of me within minutes of drinking the second cup. I saw a little girl child, a toddler, standing up in a crib, crying/ howling for her mother. I sensed that that child was Me. Little Anjuri. I, the physical human, began crying too. Big tears.… Read more
