6 years ago
The brutal mirror: what the psychedelic drug ayahuasca showed me about my life
When I finally puked on the fourth night, I felt an odd sense of pride. Inside the loud, stuffy ceremony room, people were laughing, crying, chanting, gyrating, and, yes, vomiting, around me. When my time finally comes, I think: Just aim for the bucket and keep your ass above your head like the shaman told you. I try to wipe my face but can’t grab the tissue paper because it melts every time I reach for it
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