This happened sometime in June. I had almost forgot about it, but had been thinking about some other things that happened this summer, when I came across this document.

I had been planning on taking a friend out to the woods on a huascan journey of adventure and self-discovery. I brewed the Mimosa on Tuesday afternoon and the Syrian Rue on Wednesday. I put everything in the fridge to save for Friday. I happened to pick up some really cool glass jars on Wednesday, so I figured I would use them for the Mimosa and Rue. I poured one dose out of the container and into the container and sealed it shut. I made up a strong dose of Rue (about 10 grams) and poured that into the other jar. On Friday, I picked uup a few more of those glass jars so I poured my dose into one as well. I can appreciate aesthetics and these jars definitely do it for me.

That afternoon, my friend and I drove out to some land that my family owns. We have a small cabin at the top of a hill with a fire pit, some chairs, and a picnic bench. We set up some sleeping bags in the cabin and started a nice fire while we waited for it to get dark outside. Around 9:20 we split the Rue and drank it. About twenty minutes later we both ingested our doses of Mimosa. Fo me, the onset was incredibly swift - not ten minutes later I was purging and my journey began. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to light off a mortar shell. It was incredibly intense and got my heart racing. I calmed down by looking up to the sky. The trees and the sky looked more like a cartoon painting than trees and sky. At this point, I felt it would be a good idea to head to the cabin and relax. Unfortunately, this was not going to happen.

We got into the cabin and smoked a bowl. Akk of a sudden, this high pitched buzzing went off in my head. I felt a malicious and malevolent spirit upon me! There was dark laughter coming from all around. There were voices attacking me. They were feeding off of my doubts of whom I am and why I am here. I knew I that I had to be strong. I asked for guidance, but there was none to be had. I felt so alone, but I knew who I was and I stood tall. I called upon everything in my book to battle this horrible entity, but nothing seemed to be working. The next thing I knew, I was laying down on the ground writhing within the grips of whatever seemed to be attacking me. I felt it working its way inside of me. I knew that this wasn't a game - I was in a fight for my life! If I couldn't beat this thing, it was going to kill me. And I don't mean the sort of ego death that one might experience on a solid dose of huasca, oh no, this thing was going to kill me. I could feel it in my head, as if it were about to trigger an aneurysm or something along those lines. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Then it asked me who I was and I told it. I said "I am Ezekiel Hezekiah! I am a spiritual healer and a medicine man!" Then, BAM! It released me from it's grip.

That is when I was shown that this was a test of sorts. The land that is owned by my family is under heavy protection. When this, protector of the woods saw us performing our ceremony, it was made because, it hadn't seen anything like it. Apperently it did not recognize me either after my rebirth. So, I was tested. My heart was pure and I passed. I have been restored and reaffirmed in my quest as a healer. I keep thinking that I just didn't know it was going to be like this, but it has been worth every minute. Huasca is very strong medecine and has the ability to help each person individually.

What's interesting to note, is that my friends experience was mild at best, even though I had measured out the same dose for both of us. The come up was not nearly as rapid nor was the intensity. It wasn't his time as I had some more work to do. I have been hesitant to post this and have edited a bit of it, but I thought I should share it anyhow. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Ez