AYAHUASCA

The first time I drank the liquid from that little bottle that Mr. Adamastor gave me, it was exactly as he had warned me: Daime tastes like an orange juice that had been forgotten in the fridge for months. The unfolding began right after I lay down on my back in bed. It was dawn and all I could hear was the incessant buzzing of insects outside the lodging. Immaterial geometric figures began to float above my head, buried in the pillow, filling the air between my eyes and the ceiling. They tattooed themselves and ran down the walls as if melting. These images were golden and I could only see them for a few seconds, perceiving in the background a network of inorganic geometry that was even more intricate and distant. It seemed that my thoughts were traveling at the speed of light and in the periphery of my vision it was as if there were something like columns of interdimensional energetic fire dancing like candle flames in the wind while connecting all the dimensions of that hyperspace to a central point before my eyes that shone like a magnet in the dark. I had the sensation of flying through a fractal carpet, a plane curved in on itself against a vista populated by infinite overlapping horizons. I am absolutely certain that this extrasensory realm I had tuned into was composed of data, cosmic equations, tantric harmonies and the self-sustaining web of a super-dimensional consciousness. It was science fiction made real, a dimension without natural needs and without the imprecise symbolic systems of our human language. Planet Daime was filled with virtual reality fantasies and liquid stained glass halos up to its brim: a tenth-dimensional Disneyland projected intangibly. There was not a single place where that enormous super-conscious force could not reach me, I felt the constant certainty that it was impossible for my mind to be creating what I was seeing, it was absolutely not a mental projection of psychic images that Daime had released in me. It was simply a non-human reality existing beyond the physical world