This article continues the story that began in My Ayuhuasca Journey. If you haven’t read that please go back and read it first.
After the shaman had interpreted our Ayuhuasca visions, and in my case, lack of visions on my part, we spent the rest of the day heading back to our home base at the Kapawi lodge, then relaxing, including a float down the river. As we rejoin with the whole group we pass our experiences back and forth. And very much in need of it we all go to bed early.
The next morning John Perkins, author of Confessions of an Economic Hitman and trained shaman himself, leads us on a ceremony to help us integrate the journey. They say that taking ayuhuasca lasts a lifetime. Its effects can spread far and wide.
The shaman’s interpretation was a helpful stepping stone, and it would require more work to integrate the learnings.
On a drum journey, I enter into what the shaman saw of my journey.
Bom, bom, bom. The forest is talking to me and I begin shapeshifting from tree to tree. The great kapok tree. Massive palms of many varieties.
Bom, bom, bom. The entire forest speaks a message to me. “If you’re coming to help us you’re wasting your time. If you’re coming because you realize your salvation is tied into your own, then let us work together.”
Bom, bom, bom. I shake the shaman’s hands. A conversation ensues. Secret whispers I can’t quite make out, but on it goes.
Bom, bom, bom. A mission. A calling. An initiation. The journey occurred exactly as it was meant to.
Bom, bom, bom. The words flash across my mind. Emissary of Nature.
Soon enough the drum journey comes to an end. Those of us that wished to are invited to share and I do so. Several people later tell me that my story gave them goosebumps.
This short drum journey proved to be more amazing then my ayuhuasca experience itself, though of course one could not have happened without the other.
This message wasn’t completely new to me. I’d been preaching the benefits of nature as for how it effects health for years. What we do at Lost Empire Herbs is all about this. In fact, I had communicated directly with plants on numerous occasions.
Yet here it wasn’t about what “I” wanted or was doing. Nature itself was calling me to work together with it. That we needed to be mutually beneficial allies together.
Humans can’t “save” nature. Nature can’t “save” humans. Neither of these ideas work if you’re looking through the wrong perception. Instead we must work together. A true ecology that supports all.
After all, it’s the lack of recognition of ecology that is causing destruction. This is evident in the outside world, but what most people don’t recognize is it’s the same thing with the human health ecology for every one of us individually too.
And in those visions, it became clear that my mission was expanding. Nature was calling upon me to take the mantle, to be an emissary of nature. The word emissary means a person sent on a special mission, usually as a diplomatic representative.
As an emissary, I need to communicate this to the masses.
My first thought was how in the hell do I do that?
What you’ve just read is after a lot of reflection. But right after that journey it wasn’t so clear. The thread continues…
Shortly after returning home I was out to an event, called Camp Maverick, out in the Connecticut mountains. The tagline is “Summer Camp for Entrepreneurs” and that’s exactly what it is.
A group of 100+ entrepreneurs for all sorts of fields and of pretty high level get together to share knowledge, have fun and party. This looks like several business sessions during the day, then activities like archery dodgeball and slip-and-slide kickball in the afternoon, and dressing up for “prom” at night.
One of the activities was water skiing. This was only the second time I had ever been water skiing. In my first attempt, I wasn’t able to stand up successfully. This time I was determined to do so. And I was successful. Although none of my runs were very long I was up there and able to do so a few times.
“Just one more,” I yelled to the person driving the boat. And once again I was up and going…until I wasn’t. This time when I hit the water, somehow one of the skis came off my foot and cracked me right in the forehead.
I was dazed. Still conscious, I wasn’t sure of the damage. I put my hand to my head but didn’t find blood. The boat came around, I got on, and was taken ashore to medical. It was bleeding slightly but not too bad. I certainly felt it, but wouldn’t say I was concussed, having experienced that pleasure before.
I like to think I have a thick skull as well as a strong neck which is useful for absorbing impacts. I counted myself as lucky that the ski hit there and not my eyes or nose instead. A large lump did come up though.
The next day I was making a joke to a group of people about my third eye being activated. One of the people in that group was a shaman named Sheryl Netzky. Although I was joking she said, “Actually…” and offered to do some energy work on it.
I gladly accepted and it was interesting. I could feel something going on as she explained that sometimes a physical whack on the head like that is part of something spiritual. An awakening of sorts. I thought back to the Amazon as she said this.
When I returned home from camp I had decided that I would continue to work with this shaman. It felt like the appropriate next step and so I went with that feeling.
We setup a call to discuss what that would look like and importantly what I sought to get out of it. Still on my mind in a big way was the idea of being an emissary of nature.
What was that to look like in my everyday life?
And so, as the sessions began that path further unfolded. I got back to spending more regular time in nature. I got back to communicating directly with the plants. And after a bit of time I started to write this story which is going to make it into a new book I’m working on.
The story is continuing to unfold…