If there is one phrase I have heard in almost every ceremony I have ever sat in it is:
Ayahuasca told me...
It often arrives at the end of a long ceremony, or three days later on the phone, or years later in a story… Ayahuasca told me I am a healer. Ayahuasca told me to move to Brazil, to stop speaking to my mother, to sell the house, or often to start serving the medicine. And because these words arrived in a state that felt more vivid, and even more real than ordinary waking life, they are received as beyond question. To doubt them would feel like doubting God.
I want to express something that may be unpopular in the world of plant-medicine work, and I say it with tremendous love for this path, to which I have given my life: not everything we receive in ceremony is true.
It is always profound; some of it is genuinely of the astral, and genuinely for us. Yet, some of it is our own subconscious wearing a costume of cosmic authority, speaking to us in the borrowed voice of the sacred because that is the only voice we will finally sit still and listen to.
Learning to tell the difference is not optional; it is the work itself.


