Peru Ayahuasca experience 2017 Chapter 4.
The fourth ceremony began in the same way as the others. This time I placed myself next to the door of the Maloka. I took the medicine with a strong intention to connect with my higher self. I waited for nausea to come and it didn't. Having only taken one cup of the medicine on the previous nights I thought I would ask for a second cup this time. I felt as if three-quarters of an hour had gone by and asked Jackie, one of the facilitators. She informed me that it was still early, and I should hang on a bit. I sat back and was on the verge of resigning myself to a quiet introspective evening. Suddenly I reached for my bucket and vomited loudly. The mightiest smack hit me with the full force of a train. I was forced onto my stomach and began to scream. At first, I was saying "enough, kill me, Kill Me, KILL ME, KILL MEEEEE!" I was saying this to the spirit of Aya, not the facilitators who were reassuring me they would not kill me. I wanted to die to the flesh and be reborn ...