We drank Ayahuasca in the living room of our small house in Woodstock, New York. My intention was to understand what’s going on right now. I wanted Ayahuasca to show me the meaning of this whole virus thing. And if she was willing, to give me a peek at what’s to come.
She gave me more than a peek. She gave me a prophecy.
If you don’t know what Ayahuasca is, I’m delighted you found your way here. To spare my friends who know all about the Mother, as she’s often called, I’ll keep the explanation brief. Ayahuasca is a plant medicine, originating in the Amazon, that can be quite healing. It works on your body and on your mind. It is also visionary.
Ayahuasca doesn’t tell you the truth, necessarily. People often learn completely contradictory lessons, but those lessons are right for each individual. Ayahuasca can also be confusing. It’s possible to project your desires or your fears into the experience and believe it’s the voice of God.
Hence this disclaimer. It even merits capital letters. PROPHECY IS NOT THE SAME AS TRUTH. Sit with this, try it on and see how it feels.
Ayahuasca told me there is no going back.
While we’re in the the thick of it, we can’t help but wonder when it will all end. Yes, there will come a day when the virus will have abated. But we are not going back to the world we remember.
You turn a car off. A few months pass. You put the key in the ignition, and it doesn’t start. It sputters and wheezes. Maybe it goes a few feet. Then it grinds to a halt.
The car is our entire economic and political system. It’s kaput.
Right now, we’re in the in-between-period. We’re still operating on the assumption that the crisis is temporary. We can’t see the depth of the changes happening.
We want to believe, for instance, that the billions of people losing their jobs will find new jobs with some government assistance in the meanwhile. But there will be no going back to work, ever. The businesses are not going to return, period.
I saw industries falling like dominoes, starting with the healthcare industry and continuing until no industry was left. Corporations and institutions folding up, one after another. Then governments themselves, having proven they cannot feed people, failing and falling too.
What rises to replace governments? People do.
We’re so used to a world built on money, bureaucracy and state power that we forget there’s another way. We simply take care of each other, one community at a time, one city at a time, one region at a time. We have all the resources we need.
It’s called mutual aid. With mutual aid, resources go to where they’re needed, not via the government, but directly. Peer-to-peer love on a global scale. The profit motive drops away. Money loses its meaning. The new currency is care.
As a I lay there, I kept saying, “Oh wow. Oh wow.” For hours on end, I couldn’t stop. “Oh wow.”
We’re entering a period of mass psychosis. People are going to lose their minds.
I see people shouting to the heavens. I see people dancing for days. They refuse to eat. They speak in tongues. Ecstatic spirituality sweeps the land. It will feel like the Messiah has arrived.
For some, it is cathartic. For others, it’s excruciating.
All the repressed material, all the personal and collective traumas, bubble up to the surface. We cannot make this transition without releasing the pent up energy of hundreds of thousands of years of war, rape, oppression and alienation. We need to convulse and vomit and writhe.
Everything that is not authentic must burn away in the fire.
Mother Earth Herself is shaking us back to our senses. She is rising up, a conscious, sentient being with powers we thought were allegorical, but turn out to be literal. She is rising up so that we feel her, know her, and remember that we are her.
We are going through this process whether we like it or not. Earth gave us the virus to slow everything down and allow her the space to work. Soon she will explode through our nervous systems with such force it will be overwhelming.
We are learning a new way of being. We are learning that there is no separation between us and the planet that birthed us. This is our awakening.
Ten years, Ayahuasca said. It will take ten years.
How to prepare?
Heal what can be healed. That’s the message I got. Whatever you don’t heal will hurt.
Do you have relationships to mend? Now is the moment. In the world we’re headed to, we won’t need money. We’ll need each other.
But really, Ayahuasca was showing me that it doesn’t matter what we do. It’s no longer up to us. Human beings have gone on long enough believing we’re in control. We never were. But now, that’s about to be clear.
It has been three weeks since I drank Ayahuasca and saw this prophecy. I don’t know whether it’s true or not. I wrestled with whether or not to share. But the words wanted to come out.
One sentence keeps showing up for me. It’s the kind of sentence we’re not used to hearing very often anymore. Personally, I feel it as truth, truth I can hold on to.
We are in the hands of a loving God.
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