Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Crawling From the Ashes

Editor's Note: The following is taken, word for word, from my journal entry after my 4th Ayahuasca ceremony: Saturday, November 8, 2008


Two hours ago, I didn't know what the fuck I was.

It was the interminable night. Everything I have ever known or loved was shattered into a trillion pieces. I didn't know who I was. I didn't know if my family was real, try though I did to piece them together. I didn't know if the 4 months I'd spent in South America two years ago had actually happened. I didn't know if I had a job. I didn't know what words were. And what the fuck was a writer? I couldn't grasp the idea of sitting on an airplane, though I was having flashbacks to sitting on one at some point. The game of hockey seemed completely absurd, and I couldn't imagine having ever played it. I didn't know if my arm was real. I kept having visions of a shower door, although I couldn't explain what it was. I was feeling these slices of energy leave my body, going somewhere else.

Nothing existed in my world except for this one fucked up scene, with the lights out and these people chanting and shaking these leaves, and I could barely lift my arm and I felt like my life was disappearing. I had no recollection of how I'd gotten there and what had happened to the life I thought I knew; the life that was flashing before my very eyes that I couldn't remember or even begin to explain.

For 7 hours, I was convinced that the entirety of reality consisted of my laying in this fucked up place and flashing back through these inexplicable tunnels of memory, where I'd follow one sequence of what I thought were events from beginning to end, only to be sucked all the way back up through it; back into this fucked up scene. And every time I came back to this scene, I became more and more convinced that those visions were simply that: visions. As if they hadn't occurred at all. As if they were simply dreams, and that the entire universe was swirling around outside of this one fucked up room in the middle of God knew where, and all of the life I thought I knew was nothing but figments of my imagination.

There is nothing more terrifying than to believe that you have lost everything. I know what it means to die.

It was my worst nightmare. And I kept waking up to it over and over and over again. The interminable night.

I've never felt more alone in my life. I just wanted my family. I wanted to be back in the place I could have sworn was real. Flashbacks to the apartments I used to live in. To my parents' place up north. I wanted someone to hold me.

One of the ladies in the room was puking violently and I couldn't see her. I thought it was my mom. But how did she get here?

I wanted water but felt like I'd never again be able to feel it in my throat; that the people chanting in the dark wouldn't ever let me drink water. I was never coming out of this.

And they just kept saying: "Take a deep breath... It's just a little ayahuasca..." Was this life? Was this all there was? I didn't even know what they were talking about.

I would wake up and be in a completely different position on the floor than I had been previously, with absolutely no recollection of how I'd gotten from there to here or how much time had elapsed. By now the lanterns were lit, but it didn't matter. I needed Albert beside me but he was gone. I kept seeing Hagen on the other side of me but I couldn't call out.

The group stayed in the ceremonial house long after everything was over. They stayed with me. I eventually vomitted prodigiously into the abyss of a bucket I couldn't even see. I still didn't know what the fuck was going on. I was laying there twitching, trying to bring myself back into the world of the living.

I eventually stumbled back to my cabin at 3:30 in the morning, unable to keep my balance, falling into the jungle bushes lining both sides of the path. The stars above were the most brilliant I'd ever seen.


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Back tomorrow with a full report and explanation of the past nine days.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Holy Christ. It's time to come home.

TanyaVB said...
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Ryan said...

DAMNNNNN!!!!! Dont let the Mommer read this!!!

TanyaVB said...

Wow is all I can say..... I guess what they gave you really did bring out your worst fears...losing everything and not knowing if anything that happened in your life was real. Sounds scary! I look forward to hearing about the aftermath. :)

Anonymous said...

I am looking forward to part B. Hopefully some good came out of this.
This is very interesting!

Anonymous said...

I like the coming home part.... p.s. please tell me something good came of this!
Lisa

Anonymous said...

Beer before wine...

stephen said...

Sean - I've read somewhere that you can see your DNA when you're on that shit - did you see your DNA?

Anonymous said...

Holy fuck dude! Stick to beer and Whiskey.

Nate

Sean McCallum said...

Hey Guys. Thanks for all of the concern. Honestly, I'm fine.

I'm working on a longer blog entry which will more fully explain the jist of what the past nine days has been all about. It should be up by some point tonight.

I feel the love. Much appreciated.