Ayahuasca Journey - Night 2

After spending the day resting and getting to know my new soul family of people who just yesterday I feared even conversing with, it was time for the second ceremony. By this point the rituals that initiated the journey were just a natural occurence, as if I had witnessed them performed hundreds of times. I felt peaceful, yet somehow apprehensive due to the intensity of the previous night's lessons.I meditated again after taking the first drink, and soon enough I was taken over by the familiar buzz. I felt a little panicky but followed my breath as my body began to turn to air. I was in the same place soon enough, floating above the earth. I was being shown the same things again, wars happening, suffering, the joy of childbirth, people stressing at work... I knew this all had to happen so that we could learn, and help one another. As soon as the concept of helping each other landed upon my mind like a feather, the vision came to an end and I was taken into the rehab where I got sober, and now work part time. I help people. What could possibly be better? All the suffering I had gone through had now become a catalyst for change, not just in my own life, but other people's. I felt so grateful, and alive. I was overtaken with a serene feeling and it was decided for me somehow that the second drink was not on the cards. I would sit with this feeling and use my energy to assist others on their journey. I sat up and looked around, still absolutely tripping my arse off, but very lucid. I couldn't stop smiling. The girl next to me was hunched over trying her best to purge. I breathed into her, and suddenly she vomited, and lay back laughing. It wasn't a mocking laugh or manic in any way, it was pure. Real belly laughter that sounded like she heard one of the best jokes ever told. I laughed with her, involuntarily. There was nothing humorous specifically, I just had to join in. A couple of others chuckled along and as I looked over at the shamans, they were beaming with smiles. Antonio, the male shaman, gestured to me with a cigar. It had been a while since I had smoked anything other than my vape, but before I knew it I was knelt next to him inhaling the most beautiful, perfumed smoke in the world. It went through my entire body like a snake of pure bliss. As I breathed it out I knew that everyone in the room would not only be ok, but will have incredible journeys.I sat back on my mattress for a while in complete silence and just felt the energy. I felt like I was there as a conduit for people's recovery. Not stepping on the shamans toes at all, in fact I felt great reverence for them and made sure not to interfere with anything. Only my spirit would be helping here. It felt magnificent.After a while I lay back and had some wonderful visions of my friends and family, and also some not so nice ones where I had struggled at work, but I had struggled because I was going out of my way for others. I am here to guide. I am alive so that others can wake up and be truly alive too. We all have a chance to help one another; love one another. We ARE love itself after all.Towards the end, the music began to become more singalong and playful, and before long we were all on our feet, dancing, banging on drums, singing our hearts out. It was a festival of pure love. The songs still ring in my ears when I awake sometimes.A very different experience to the first night, but no less beautiful and enchanting. The difficult parts most certainly took a backseat to a much more tender presence from the medicine. It was tough love before, and now this was a gentle push back out into the world.I'm here for you all, always. You are my calling, and I love you sincerely. Thank you once again for reading.