A traditional Peruvian shaman method of cleansing the body and mind with medicine made from jungle plants.
In recent years a growing commercialized western tourist industry.
This has produced a wide variety of retreats that offer this service from authentic through to total scams. It is of the utmost importance to find a good one that works for you to achieve what you are looking for.
The universe and internet led my good friend Nick and I here:
DISCLAIMER : Results may vary. As individuals the medicine will be different for everyone, some in our group had a better experience than me and some had worse. It is impossible to entirely capture this experience in words. This is purely my description of what I experienced with many details simply unable to be written.
RORY - the guide
When Rory picked us up from our hotel I instantly liked him. A short ex army Yorkshire man, 50, with no salesman gimmickry about him, pleasant and up front. He would be our guide for the next week.
We drove to the outskirts of Cusco and up into the hills, last house on the street where Rory lives with his beautiful wife Anna, baby girl Dara, two gatekeeper dogs and shaman cat.
Also on the walled property is a garden between the main house and a large four bedroom guesthouse behind which is a tiered garden with a Maloka (ceremony room) that has a much needed toilet. At the top is a gate that leads to a mountain through a forest of mainly Australian eucalyptus trees.
On arrival we met Justin and Natalia, Jonathan and Hanna, 30s, American. We are the six that will go through this experience, thankfully a good mix of respect and space.
On this first day we went into the Maloka, a round room, and settled on a mat each facing the centre. Like a large cup of warm thick coffee that tastes like cigarette butts we begin by consuming this gross liquid and wait for the purge to cleanse our bodies.
This is the price of entry.
An integral part of the process, the medicines will cleanse our bodies with nausea followed by vomiting anywhere from ten minutes to an hour after ingesting them. Your vomit bowl is your best friend and does not leave your side. Purging can also come out the other end.....
It sounds gross but very cleansing and liberating.
Otherwise known as mescaline, on day two we wake and consume two litres of water by 9am then drink the San Pedro powder mixed in with passion fruit juice and wait.
After 45 minutes I feel a little buzz and nausea but have had no result. Rory points to a tree and tells me to stand next to it and touch it. I purge instantly.
Trees are very important.
Now the 12hr journey begins. I put "Dark Side of the Moon" on my MP3 player and walk out the top gate and follow a mountain track into nature. I have heard this album a million times but it has never meant so much to me as right now. The highlight being sitting amongst the trees looking out over Cusco and the valley as "The Great Gig in the Sky" comes on and I purge for a second time to the angelic sounds of those women, pure magic.
San Pedro heightens the senses and in particular colour and shapes. Natures colours are majestically enhanced to incredible levels and I spend most of the afternoon into the evening laying in the garden watching the clouds and listening to more Floyd until the half moon came out as if the universe was letting me know I was in sync with everything, staring at the dark side.
Day three is spent between the kitchen and bed resting and recovering. The last meal is at 1pm as we wait for sundown, with anxious anticipation.
We have the first ayahuasca ceremony in the Maloka. Rory hands the bowl of thick dark fluid around to us one by one followed by a piece of dark chocolate to cover the taste, particularly on the way out, and we wait in silence and relative darkness once the candle goes out.
At first I felt a warmness. Then I closed my eyes and saw a million eyes looking back.
Then I purged. Then it really began.
Phase One - Psychedelica
My breathing shallows, heart rate rises and I feel tired but alert. Each time I close my eyes there is a world of a million animals, plants, faces, machines and shapes all moving fluidly in vivid colours and criss cross patterns of sparks and flashes and.....well......everything all at once. Sounds come and go in much the same way, echoing and ascending or descending. I've seen some pretty accurate hallucinatory scenes in The Simpsons.
When this becomes too overwhelming I open my eyes for a moment, readjust and close my eyes again to find the exact same thing but in an entirely different world. That's the best I can describe it.
After a while thoughts and feelings start rushing at me.
This is where it is important to be in the right ceremony with the right guide and the right crowd.
The best preparation for something like this is to come with specific goals in mind.
In this first ceremony the word "forgiveness" kept appearing amongst the crazy psychedelica and I felt myself letting go of past events that have been holding me back in order to move forward, I had tears and a smile.
Phase Two - Geometry
After a point I open my eyes and see everything around me in the subtle light as if it were a 3D holographic picture with out of focus rectangular lines running through everything. Contemplation becomes deeper and the Psychedelica lessens as I come to accept my revelations.
Phase Three - Restless
I feel the urge to move so I whisper to Rory I'm going to sit outside. He giggles and says "don't talk to strangers", perfectly timed humour.
I stand slowly with body drunkenness and walk outside to sit under a tree and take in everything from the twig at my feet all the way to the stars, relief and reflection.
Somewhere between three to five hours some semblance of "normality" returns but the medicine remains into sleep.
Phase Four- A cup of tea and bed.
Day four we caught a taxi down to Cusco and had a massage followed by a big burger and a beer and got some laundry done before heading back up for a feast, a scotch and an early night.
Before breakfast day five we go to the Maloka for Sapo, a jungle frog venom.
Rory puts some on a stick and mixes it with my saliva until it becomes a paste. With a flaming stick he burns three marks into my arm then scrapes the skin off gently with a knife revealing the capillaries and applies the paste, again we wait.
We were warned beforehand that we would wish we were dead for 10-20 minutes. Some did. I didn't.
It does purge deeply and again, heightens the senses. I spent the afternoon with nausea resting in bed, I could've done without it.
Day five is not over yet though.
With the Sapo still in our systems and after a cup of cacao to deepen and prolong tonight's ceremony, we drink the ahayusca medicine after sunset and decide to do it in the guesthouse tonight so that everyone is free to go to their room and experience it in their own space.
Tonight was much like the first ceremony except more intense. I went in with the keyword "happiness" tonight and spent nearly four hours of revelations and epiphanies with gentle tears of joy running down my face and an all encompassing feeling of euphoria.
Ayahuasca is like a thousand therapy sessions without needing a single word.
Day six is another day of rest as we have our third ayahuasca session after sunset.
Much like the first two times, an exhilarating experience two hours of which are spent laying in the garden watching the nearly full moon dance with the clouds.
My body purged and brain fresh I feel recharged and enlightened, I have completed my work with this medicine.
Day seven is another day in Cusco with burgers, beer a massage and a lot of processing.
Day eight is our last day at Casa De La Serenidad and a grand send off after a week of on again - off again cloud, perfect blue sky.
Music is a great way to enter the medicine. With my MP3 player I started walking up the mountain behind the property after an hour with no purge. Again nature was splendid and I made it to about 4000m before my lungs told me to go back down.
The afternoon was spent, after a thorough toilet purge, putting together everything I had learnt over the last week and processing it as I lay in the glorious sun.
But today is no ordinary day, the universe loves me.
As the full moon rose at the end of the day we had a feast and finished just in time to go outside, lay by a campfire and watch the blood moon eclipse......an incredible end to an incredible week.
I realise this may all sound like hippy dippy propaganda and maybe some of it is but the toxicity that came out of my body and brain is indisputable and there is no denying the positive and profound way the medicine has affected and changed me in ways that cannot be found in western culture.