
Ayahuasca
Oh, boy.
I said here:
I wondered a little whether to share this.
It's a bit "intimate."
That's true, of course. At the same time, I was being a little coy.
As I wondered a little whether to share this, what follows -- I mean, this is beyond intimate: it's a very frank biography and self-assessment, written with a clear voice and open heart, as always beautifully.
I wondered, and hesitated, and vacillated, because, open as I am, I wasn't sure how much of myself to share, and this shares a lot; at the same time, beyond the beauty in it (which I'm always ready to share), revisiting the reason I wrote this is a rich field, as yet virgin, for the production of some very, very good reflection in writing.
A further wrinkle in the matter is that the subject of this writing, and the cause for its writing -- well, I don't think about it now what I thought about it then.
Frankly, I think it's dangerous.
I wouldn't want to lead anyone down such paths.
My elusiveness and allusiveness here, of course, is in part a rhetorical device, but as I write, I really am still "on the fence" about sharing what I'm getting at.
Yet, I wouldn't have gone this far if I hadn't intended to share it after all...
So -- I will.
I'm gonna leave some stuff out. When you see [...], that means I left something out.
I said I worked a job I didn't like.
Well, that was right before THIS, and, in large part, that was what prompted me to do this -- that is, to go to another country, drink a lot of ayahuasca, and to immerse myself in sort of a crash-course in traditional Amazonian plant medicine.
You can look online to find out what ayahuasca is, but I'll tell you now: most of what you read or watch will be B.S., outright paw-puh-GAN-duh.
I'm not going to go into why that is, so I'm just saying, if you feel I'm sincere and have something valuable to say, then -- that is my sincere opinion.
Of course, I will say a little bit about what ayahuasca is from my perspective, which in large part is also the Qigong perspective -- to place this writing into context.
I keep talking about context; context is always crucial.
Anyway -- that job I didn't like.
In brief, I was still listening to others and going against my intuition at that point, so finally I caved in, finished my college degree, got a "real" job, and -- hated it, and hated myself.
It seemed like everyone in the building around me -- many of them enviably successful to worldly eyes -- were drab, drained of vitality, and leading lives of quiet desperation, as Thoreau would say.
I said, This is going to kill my soul once and for all.
Being there put me in the position of having to choose between two very stark alternatives; upon reflection, I see I've put myself in that sort of position more than once, and while it's not "everyone's cup of tea," I have found it's a good way to get yourself to make a hard decision.
At the same time -- another long, long story -- I'd long since discovered Spring Forest Qigong, Master Chunyi Lin, and Master Jim Nance.
Here were healers and Qigong Masters of the highest caliber -- maybe in the whole world, -- I was satisfied that they were who they said they were (and others attested them to be), and -- significantly -- the healing they did required nothing outside of themselves.
That was crucial.
I wanted so, so badly to experience, and to be able to do, that sort of healing, and was desperate to meet and come into the orbit of Masters of that sort of tradition.
But, I felt that was impossible -- all of it.
Shows what I know!
Also shows the supreme intelligence and compassion of the universe, and shows the truth of what Master Nance says: every prayer is answered.
Anyway, I was deeply depressed, and at the time, ayahuasca seemed to me, one, to be a way to heal the depression, two, a way to open me up to be able to feel Qi, which I felt I was not able to do at the time, and three, perhaps a path in itself for me.
A healing path, I mean: I told you, I wanted to be a healer.
So, long, long story short -- I took three weeks off from that job I hated, went to, so to speak, an ayahuasca hospital in the jungle, and that set off a series of outer events and inner associations that led to what I'm getting to here.
When I came back, I came up with a two-year plan: I'd travel a lot, pursue two spiritual tracks, each a pre-set "program" lasting a certain length of time (one, the other one, a two-year program, the other, what I'm talking about here, a more intensive two-month return to the jungle).
Along the way, I figured, I'd reconnect with myself and take whatever opportunity arose that felt right. Put myself in God's hands, you could say.
Again, in my mind, this was both to explore possibilities of "what was right for me," and it was, on a deeper level, since deep down I always knew Spring Forest Qigong was my calling, my attempt to find some way to connect more fruitfully with Qi.
I think I'll write about that at some point; I think it's important. You don't need anything to help you learn about Qi, other than to practice your Qigong. I learned that the slow way, as I usually do.
So, I followed the outline of my plan.
Those two years -- I mean, there's a book.
In fact, there are SEVERAL books. Maybe what you're reading on this website is that, or is that in embryo. I'm not sure, and I don't really care at this point.
Well!
Context.
I feel that this little part of my life is about adequately framed now. Now I can place the picture in it -- that writing that I began by saying, I wondered, and hesitated, and vacillated over sharing it with you here.
But let me return to one point before doing that.
Ayahuasca.
Again, I can't go into it all here, nor into the background-context of the Qigong that I'm going to assess ayahuasca in the light of.
Just read it, if you like, and absorb what you can.
In my observation -- better said, in my subsequent understanding of it, having about five years of daily Qigong practice behind me now and four years of daily work at the Spring Forest Qigong healing center, -- here's what ayahuasca is.
It's not a cure-all. It's not magic.
Yes, it has its own intelligence, its own spirit, its own power and desire, and in turn can put you in touch with other intelligences, spirits, and powers.
In my experience, ayahuasca doesn't mean you any harm, but it doesn't fit neatly into categories like "good" and "bad"; its morality, or consciousness, is more complex and nuanced than that.
If you're a hayseed with a cowlick and muddy feet under your rolled-up trousers, asking Mama Ayahuasca to put er there, she just might sock it to ya.
Or, more likely, a Peruvian with muddy feet under his rolled-up trousers might sock it to you, and maybe your wife, too, for good measure.
What I'm saying is, the nature and spirit of ayahuasca is far less important than the nature, spirit, morality, intent, and overall Qi Field of the person administering it to you, of the person making the medicine, and of the environment in which it's taken.
This is basic Qigong understanding, but it's central, absolutely crucial.
I didn't have that at the time.
Master Lin, founder of Spring Forest Qigong, says Qigong healing is spiritual healing, which means it is message-healing, signal-healing, or information-healing.
Qi is not just energy; it's energy with intelligence, consciousness.
Everything is a form of Qi -- from plants to thoughts.
Everything has a Qi Field, like an aura you might say, but more than that -- it is the conscious information-field of the person, place, or thing.
In the case of a plant, the ayahuasca vine for example, the Qi Field would contain not just information about that particular vine's life-experience (where it grew, whether it had been injured a couple years ago, etc.), but the collective consciousness of all ayahuasca plants that ever lived, and information about how they were used. Thousands of years, thousands of "human applications," or healing ceremonies, as some more ceremoniously call them.
In the case of a person, say a curandero administering ayahuasca, the Qi Field would contain all the information of that person's life. Every thought, every action, every emotion, every wish -- all these would determine the quality and constitution of his Qi Field.
What I'm saying is -- you can have a very powerful, potent vine administered by a very vile, malicious person, and the real medicine you imbibe in that "ceremony" is the Qi of the curandero.
Everything he touches, prepares, or sings to you in the ceremony carries his Qi.
Surely you've had this sort of experience.
You may be in one room, a stranger in another -- say, in an apartment building. You can't hear what he's saying, but you can hear and feel his intonation through the wall.
Sometimes the stranger's energy and intonation is such that it sets you on edge, agitates you, and gets you angry -- angry enough to bang on the wall.
Sometimes the person's energy and intonation is so warm and soothing, it's like a lullaby heard through the walls of a womb.
The voice of the curandero is like that. You don't have to understand what he's saying -- it affects you no matter what.
And, remember, Qigong healing is information healing, message healing.
In the Spring Forest Qigong Levels Two and Three classes, you learn how to do healing for others. A central aspect of that is sending a message in the light.
That means visualizing that you are sending light to a part of a person's body while sending a message in your mind, whether word or image.
For example, sending golden light to the heart while saying, "All your blockages are gone, you are completely healed."
Anyone can do it; as Master Lin teaches, you were born a healer.
I can tell you: it is real. It works. I met, and talked to, many, many people who had healed with the help of this sort of Qigong, even of late-stage, "untreatable" cancers. I talked with them, and the healers who helped them, about miracles they witnessed.
In my own healing and meditation, I've had some pretty astounding experiences with this stuff, things I won't even try to describe, which are every bit as intense as anything ayahuasca has to offer, or more so.
And I'm not even a Master.
And, what I'll add is that this healing seems to go way deeper and last way longer than what ayahuasca has to offer.
I could go into why, but this is already too long.
What I am trying to tell you, is -- I realized after doing Spring Forest Qigong a while that the ayahuasca curanderos are doing something like Qigong information healing in their ceremonies: they are connecting with a higher intelligence; detecting Qi blockages in the spirit-body of their healing clients; and they are using their mind (and messages in the songs they sing) to move the Qi, to send Qi, to clear blockages for healing.
Here's the difference, though.
One, ayahuasca makes you very, very open and suggestible -- not just to ideas, but to the influence of spirits.
As a side-note, spirit is from Latin spiritus, from spiro, which means to breathe. A spirit is breath.
Better yet, a spirit is Qi, because Qi not only means breath, but as you read above, it also means a force with consciousness and intelligence. A spirit, you might say.
In fact, I just did say -- TWICE, because I thought it was important.
Put that in your gourd and let it ferment a while.
Two, ayahuasca is essentially medicine given from the outside, while the overall Qigong approach (of which the healing I described is a part), you might call a way to generate medicine from the inside.
And three, while to become a powerful Qigong healer you need to be able to access the unconditional love of God through prayer, to do which well entails a lifelong devotion to and practice of spiritual purification and moral self-perfection... to become an ayahuasca curandero -- all you need is the brew.
Of course, if you go to a real curandero, you will find they, like the Qigong healer, have attained their healing power through spiritual purification and moral self-perfection, not just proficiency in the technology of that bitter brew.
But what I'm saying is -- how would YOU know the difference, especially the way ayahuasca has been sold to you?
In that spiritually open, mentally and emotionally suggestible state -- what Qi are you absorbing into your Qi Field?
Anyway, I didn't come to preach today; but then again, maybe I did -- otherwise, why did I choose to share this?
I'm just testifyin.
Speaking of which, here you go -- a little something from the "interview"-essay I wrote to be admitted to the crash-course in Amazonian medicine.
Oh, and, if you still aren't clear on it -- I finally chose Qigong over plant medicine.
It was the right choice.
I hope you choose to practice Spring Forest Qigong, too.
08 April 2022
Most recently (2013) I graduated from the University of Maryland with a B.A. in linguistics. For years I wavered about whether or not to go, and, until the end, I only took classes piecemeal. I chose linguistics because, in the years preceding, I had been fascinated by words, by etymology, by the expressive capabilities of poetic or fine language. It turns out those are two very different things -- what I chose and what I enjoyed. And anyway, by the time I transferred from community college, my focus had shifted from finding truth in words -- in tracing the branches of language to their roots, or in reading and writing -- to finding spiritual truth. The more I went in the latter direction, the emptier "education" seemed -- frivolous, meaningless, impractical, a dead-end. Philosophy, theory meant nothing -- there was a timeless, deeper truth that I had had glimpses of, and I wanted to know that. How would I find it memorizing linguistic terminology and charting sounds?
What I really learned in college was to be disciplined -- to show up every day, to finish all my work to the best of my ability (while crunched for time -- commuting, studying, working, making time for other interests), -- while strengthening my writing and learning skills.
Otherwise -- I try to take every experience and interaction as a lesson and a teacher -- life is the greatest university of all.
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For about ten years I worked for Borders Books, for three I worked in a used bookstore, and in between I did odd jobs -- waiting tables, hauling mulch, that kind of thing. The common thread, I think, was customer service; though I'll always be introverted by nature -- the prime focus of my awareness being the inner self -- that decade or so taught me -- ok.
So when I waited tables, one large group had a man at the table's head. He was holding forth about human nature and the kinds of people who do different work, and as I walked by, he stopped me to say, "Now, see -- someone like you is an extrovert, right?" He was saying I was so outgoing and pleasant, this kind of service job was perfect for me. What a shock! I had learned to be friendly, charming, and empathetic without knowing it. It still astounds me when people tell me "You're good with people."
The bookstores were also like a university for me. Before I committed to school again, I was totally given over to that work. And the selection of reading was so vast, so diverse, and I had no plans for the future, so I'd just read whatever interested me as the curiosity arose -- anthropology, biology, literature, essays, and later on, more and more about spirituality, meditation, plants and drugs, and all that. No classes, no pressure, so I just ate it up.
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I'm a good writer. I remember one moment, around age 22 -- it was in the morning, I was shelving CDs with a coworker at Borders, and I had the distinct sensation, as I told him the etymology of the word "twig," that I'd finally penetrated the heart of the language -- finally, it had no more secrets to keep from me, and I could use it with total ease as I willed. Obviously, I've improved and continue to do so, but I think you follow. Writing was my sole outlet for years; while it is no longer that, the skill remains.
I listen well. I remember well. I can sit still and be patient. I read people well. I am perceptive. I am handy with languages if I apply myself. I know a fair bit about health and nutrition -- without having gone professionally deep -- that's a level above me. I am resilient, meticulous, thorough, and inwardly very strong. Maybe it's debatable whether these are qualities or talents, but I think I've consciously earned them, and that not everybody has them.
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Every book I have read has influenced me! The question is, how, and at what time in my life? I keep growing, so that what was perfect at one point, what I savored like some divine nectar when I was sixteen, or twenty five, or thirty, now means nothing to me.
At sixteen, Walden changed my life: I threw away most of what I owned, and began to sleep on the floor -- an eight year endeavor.
There was Yoshikawa's Musashi. I wanted to be him, to follow his way -- having been imprisoned and absorbed the classics, he went the lonely way of self-perfection, taking even the trees and the wind as his teachers.
There was Tolkien -- everything he wrote, even the scholarly works, -- whose words I absorbed until they were my own, and who awakened my love of language and took it the deepest.
There was Alan Paton's Too Late the Phalarope -- Paton, Tolkien, and Thoreau were my three strongest stylistic influences for years.
Jaynes's Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind and Frazer's Golden Bough -- a small legacy of the best teacher I ever had, [...] -- bewildered me, the first shock of my adult life, at maybe 19 or 20 -- they killed religion in me and freed my mind from tradition.
And, in later years, Osho and Gurdjieff had a similar effect -- bewildering me, bringing me back to religion, but in an utterly different sense -- anything they wrote or that I could read about them was good.
Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra -- I never finished it, but even to read a few lines or pages is so nourishing, so stimulating, that it's enough.
Joyce's Ulysses is probably the greatest literary work I have ever read -- endlessly deep, written by the greatest master of the English language to live; the deeper you look, the more there is. Yet so earthy, so funny, piercingly beautiful and exalted -- EVERYTHING is in it.
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Singing is beautiful. The voice is the subtlest instrument, the finest, the sweetest; the voice "transduces emotion," carries the energy of its singer, conveys by the smallest things the profoundest meaning, and reveals one's emotional and spiritual state. I am in love with music from other cultures precisely because I don't understand the words -- so I can feel the deeper meaning in the sound. I'm not a great singer, but I can carry some tunes, sometimes. I feel that I could be good if I worked at it.
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I feel that I am still unlearning what I've read, and am beginning to understand or discover what spirituality is. I feel myself to be very religious without following any religion. The basis is to love as much as I can -- life itself, other people, -- to become as inwardly quiet as possible, to become as aware as possible. To say anything else would be too much.
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My very life is my discipline -- to learn to control my desires and appetites, to be master of body, mind, and emotion; to learn from everything that comes my way, and to learn to love even what at first seems odious. Never to stray from what I feel to be a calling to higher consciousness and healing -- even if I'm not sure what the right way to it is. In a narrower sense, I would say yoga and qigong are disciplines. Yoga, however, I practice mostly as a physical cultivation, to promote health, while I have so, so far to go with qigong. This course, I believe, would be a huge help in further qigong practice, even if I never go further than the initiation -- that's partly why I am interested.
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One experience of ayahuasca...
Carried along an ocean of eyes, I was told, and felt without doubt, that all is love, everything is an expression of love, absolutely everything. Love is the very nature of being, what we are born of and what we return to. I felt the love, and felt what it is to die -- to lie back into that ocean and melt into it -- it was the most blissful thing ever. I was told that even abuse, killing, raping, hating, as well as loving, nurturing -- all came from love in some way, strange and frightening as it sounds -- no morality, no right or wrong -- everything is already and always will be love. Only, to do "evil" is to hurt, and all actions have a return, and the price of pain is pain -- a simple law.
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