Collective Portal Work
Hours in and Ayahuasca sets up a camera tripod at the foot of my mattress pad. I'm half annoyed and amused. "You are one sick woman," I telepathically her as I look up from the floor like a sprawled dried up mermaid. She silently continued to mind her own. My sarcasm completely rolling off her back like the next 'ego'-centric individual complaining. I had just completed the first round of energetic shamanistic ceremony and was exhausted. But the night was young and much more was to come. I was being initiated back into my rites of priestess-hood.
When Aya had arrived in my dream months prior, she did not disclose it would be like this. It wasn't anything human-me was expecting. Yet somehow my higher-self and my soul knew very well why I was summoned here. Why even though my mind was struggling to ride the wave, the body knew exactly what to do. Everything had significance. I couldn't make this stuff up. It quickly became very apparent to me that I was here to serve for a much greater purpose.
"I want you to speak for me," she began to communicate gently. "I need you to tell the story of what I can do...of what can be accomplished through my body. Share my body and tell a new narrative to the world."