Journey to Transcendence: A Sacred Awakening

The drink was exquisite, tasting of cold earth with a hint of citrus. I sipped it with gratitude and humility, fully aware I was choosing the red pill. I offered my gratitude to God and sought the jungle’s permission to unveil her secrets. In 45 minutes, I would transcend to an all-encompassing superhuman consciousness, elevating myself to a dimension eons beyond my current level of understanding.

When I arrived in Krui, I asked my spiritual cards what the trip here would bring and this is the card I pulled. Only when I was coming up with the tittle for this post, did I remember and went back to my stories to confirm. My whole body light up with electicity as a confirmation of the intelligence that goes on all around us. The web of interconnectidness, the wisdom. All we have to do is trust and surrender. The hairs on my arms stood up and I was filled with emotion to the point tears started coming out of me.

As our boat gently made its way up the river into the enchanted jungle, I began to feel the effects of the sacred elixir I’d ingested moments before.  The engine's loud noise became offensive, an insult to the sanctuary we had entered. The laughter and chatter of the others seemed disrespectful somehow, their ignorance of the spiritual journey we were embarking on appalling. They saw the sacred mushrooms merely as a source of amusement, not as the divine gift they truly were.

My friends Ruben and Oli sat ahead of me on the rough, uneven wooden floor of the boat. They, too, began to perceive the change, and I could feel their connection. My body relaxed, I laid on the rough surface, uncoiling, stretching out across the floor like a cat, my left arm dangling over the side, my fingers tracing the water’s surface.  I gazed at the jungle in silent awe, listening intently. Though my physical body remained the same, my soul was connecting to The Oneness, receiving pure unconditional love through the open portal.

When I take the ancient medicine of The Universe and commune with our Mother, I transform into something otherworldly. The spirit world speaks to me, and I understand her perfectly. A deep sadness follows, I feel the pain we cause her, Our Mother Nature, and I hate us.

Ruben and Oli gave me space, understanding something profound was happening. It was like a human transforming into a werewolf; in my case, I was accessing my divinity, a potential we all possess.

The others on board continued to make fun of me, mocking what they perceived as my lack of control. My soul had momentarily detached, leaving no one to drive the avatar left behind. I ignored their jests, letting the words “Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do” echo within me. It wasn’t my place to make them see, only to lead by example. They were missing the point of living, as Jesus warned against sinning: not missing the mark as in to not miss the point of life.

I am not Christian or Catholic. Jesus was an awakened man, like Buddha before him. That’s all.

When we docked and my feet touched the earth, I was filled with divine presence. I regretted the rubber boots on my feet, feeling they were disrespectful in such a sacred place.

I needed to escape the noise and chaos the other humans made around me, to feel the ground beneath my bare feet. The gold and metal on my skin were burning, but I had nowhere to put them, so I endured the sensation. What a stupid thing to put metal on our body as adonrment, my insides told me. How unnatural.

I let the others walk ahead, seeking solitude to truly listen to her. Ruben and Oli, on their own journey, instinctively stayed behind, providing space but always within sight. I saw them in that moment, as my protectors, regal male lions walking infront and behind me ensuring my safety. I could feel their masculine energy and in a way, I believed they were aware of their roll in the magical moment that was unfolding.

With God coursing through our veins, I was a princess in the Queen’s kingdom, surrounded by living beings of equal majesty. The sacred mushrooms had opened a portal, allowing us to see and understand.

I took my boots off and carried them in my arms and as my bare feet touched the ground, I wept with joy. Happiness overflowed, and realization flooded through me. I caressed the trees lovingly as I walked, their ancient wisdom and fresh lushness embracing me. Following a barely visible path that lit up before me, I felt the interconnectedness of all things. Every tree shared its wisdom, welcoming me into their enchanted realm. I was a fairy, speaking their language. You may laugh, or you may open your eyes with me.

The three of us walked in silence, our senses heightened. We had been blind, but now we could see; deaf, but now we could hear.

A green mamba, entwined in a coffee plant, watched us from chest level. I sensed her feminine presence. She was on guard but allowed us to pass, recognizing our respect. Had we not shown reverence, I have no doubt she would have struck. She was so well camouflaged. It was a miracle we saw her at all.

Reaching the river we were to float down, the others’ noise and ruckus resumed. They smoked and drank after taking the sacred medicine, and I felt a profound sorrow for them for missing out on this whole thing. I waited for the first inner tube to be inflated, then distanced myself from the group by immediately sitting in the donut shapped floaty and letting the current take me. Their lack of respect for our mother was disheartening. We don’t deserve Earth.

Ruben and Oli followed, understanding without words.

We floated down the river for hours, each in silent reverence of Nature’s magnificence.

She spoke to me the entire journey. I saw and understood so much, her wisdom filling me. In those hours, I gained a lifetime of knowledge.

The experience is too intimate to fully share, and I doubt it could be understood. It must be lived.

If you ever find yourself in Krui, I implore you to experience this. And please, do so with respect. Only then might you truly understand.

With love.