This Ayahuasca trip I am referring to is not my own this time. A good friend of mine approached me with the desire to chronicle his journey of the sacred plant medicine, and I jumped at the idea. I am eager to share a different voice, a varying experience, a unique perspective, other than mine, to shed a different light; particularly when dealing with the healing properties of these incredible plant medicines. Each and every journey of these ancient medicines is always completely unique and separate from others, no matter how many times the medicine has been endured.
So I am excited to share the sensational experience of Ron Starr, and his unique connection with Mother Ayahuasa.
“Redemption, righteousness, forgiveness.
Love, peace, and tenderness.
How can we ever experience these when we’ve spent our lives being cunning, deceitful and competitive? How can we break out of this loop when we know deep down that our time on this planet is limited? When we know we couldn’t put the pieces in order even if we had another lifetime to do so?
If we could only change our mind, change our outlook permanently. If we could only authentically reframe what it is that’s bothering us. If we could only know what, exactly, it is that’s unsettling us—what is that yawning void after all?
Can we see it? Can we identify it? We don’t even know where or how to start.
But I succeeded. I discovered a way. I visited a shaman in the Ecuadorian Andes and put my money down on DMT in the form of the native plant medicine Ayahuasca. The results were beyond delightful.
When I drank Ayahuasca I had a continuous vision; hundreds of scenes in a row. And I had a force-field and angels protecting me from all that frightened me; they were both clearly right there so I could relax and inspect those frightening images wisely.
Somewhere in between all this Mama Aya took me by the hand and, gently, gently took me away and showed me in several, discreet and sobering vignettes, my actions and my thinking; she showed me the truth of the matters at hand. The truth. The reality. What is.
My thinking had been wrong.
Sometimes she showed me why my thinking had been right. This was uncomfortable yet soothing because what is it to be right, except that someone you care about has to be wrong?
It didn’t matter. It had nothing to do with being right or wrong. It had to do with what is. My obsessions, preoccupations, hurts, fears, whatever you want to call them, they were resolved for I had beheld the truth in perfect clarity.
I had no need to be forgiven for I had never sinned. I am what I am. I had behaved and I got results. My understanding as a man is limited; my perspective falls far short.
My blind spots vanished. Everything is just as it should be. Perfection. Behold!
I understood in my bones and not in my head what was disconnecting me from the way things really are and I was summarily at peace. Just like that. I was able to surrender to what was essential for me to learn—what is.
My uneasiness is now gone; it’s settled for good. And those uneasy feelings left me in a way that built me up.
It was so peaceful and so simple. Effortless, and completely worth it.
Mama Aya loved me just like I needed to be loved. Have you ever been loved like that?
And all I had to do was be willing.”
By Ron Starr
Thank you Ron Starr, mi amigo, mi hermano.
“Vulnerability is our most accurate measurement of courage.” -Brene Brown