tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48467744406376635452024-02-02T11:05:28.849-08:00SierzantSierzanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427363764911825711noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846774440637663545.post-12780683795496028692014-12-12T23:24:00.000-08:002014-12-12T23:24:07.707-08:00Psychopaths Howled in the night set the woods in flight<br />
An insidious connection under construction<br />
One by one she breaks the faces with intimacy<br />
In velvet depths of self conspiracy<br />
Cowboys need Cowgirls<br />
Reigning dominance<br />
Splinters pierce flesh, biting to bone<br />
In bodiless bliss of visceral serenity<br />
Binding tongue n grove stapled shut<br />
Disobeying instinct for selfless pleasure<br />
No longer the prince, white water washes all to blackness...<br />
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This was a fun late night duet poem that Oney and I went line for line to create. Hope you enjoy.Sierzanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427363764911825711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846774440637663545.post-60755063047980484172014-09-30T19:09:00.001-07:002014-09-30T19:09:18.124-07:00Flip Flops are for...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Flip Flops…<br />
…are for Ninjas and Badasses<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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There are very few times in a
rational human’s life when they see fit to change opinion due to monumental
intervention by those we choose to let enter our lives. Up until such moments, we have our opinions
and they usually do not budge. I’ve
always had a disdain<span style="color: red;"> </span>for <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null">Flip Flops</a>.
Just hearing the “<i>Flip Flop Flip Flop
Flip Flop…”</i> drove me up the fucking wall, ex-girlfriend kind of crazy. These sacks of shit that chose to adorn their
feet with these obnoxious forms of foot “protection” would show up to work in
the goddamned things! I once told one of
my employees that if he showed up to work in them again I would fire him…and
that I did.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now as far as my change in opinion
goes… I met Ian Holmes in the high Andean mountains of Peru while I was
slitting the throat of a fluffy white sheep that I purchased from a local
Indian on the reserve that we were camped at.
I didn’t want to take the claustrophobic cambi ride back into town so I
negotiated the murder of one of these tasty treats for 40 soles in order to
prolong my stay in the mountains. Mr.
Holmes was accompanied by Bobby Taylor, who was overtaken a few days earlier by
a <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null">next-to-death
</a>sickness,
more than likely acquired by ingesting fecal matter from one of the local street
vendors’ asses. Personal hygiene is not
exactly what the Peruvians are known best for.
These two Canadians put their mountain climbing adventure on hold and
joined us in the development of boulder problems in the Hatun Machay region to
let Mr. Taylor recover from his sudden illness.
A strong friendship formed quickly since we were the only white people
around and the local hostility pushed us to join forces against their racism. In my travels, I have met many Canadians and
my opinion of them was on the fence.
These two silly fucking Snow Mexicans were dead set on changing my mixed
views of their beady-eyed people. It would
be almost a year later when I decided to pay them a visit.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I arrived in Calgary around 4am
greeted by Mr. Holmes. Always wearing a
large grin, he informed me that we would be training our asses off for the next
two weeks. Weights, climbing, running,
swimming and anything else we could get ourselves into. Settling into the small apartment of the
humble Holmes, I took my shoes off and noticed a pair of <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null">what used to be neon orange flip
flops. </a><span class="MsoCommentReference"><span style="font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 106%;"> </span></span>Again,
I hate Flip Flops. Not the product
themselves, which I find quite comfy, but the idea of the sheer<span style="color: red;"> </span>laziness that our culture adores them for. Now upon closer inspection one could see that
Mr. Holmes’ busted, dirty, sorry-ass excuse for Flip Flops had been quite
literally curb stomped into submission.
These poor lil flaps of foam were far past their expiration date. One of them had a strap that refused to stay
in its grommet hole, but every time it refused to stay Ian would jam it back in
and keep on flip flopping along. Now a
mucky dirty burnt orange collage of filth they stared up at me as I took their
picture. A thin sliver that had ripped
itself into existence showed the cold tile beneath it as if to say “Please!
Please kill me!” Mr. Holmes would have
none of this of course and it showed in his human form that he brutally stomped
equally into submission, making the sad little Flippy Floppies look like his
punk foot bitches. After spending a few
amazingly grueling training weeks with Mr. Holmes, I realized that if any one
man on this earth had earned the right to wear Flip Flops, merely held together
by scar tissue and rage, it was him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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P.S. Credit must be given where
credit is deserved. On my wonderfully
adventurous trip to Snow Mexico there was yet another full-fledged certifiably
badass motherfucker that without a doubt also earned this right…Bobby “The
Rebel Maple” Taylor. Bob and I ran down T<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null">he Chief, a
very large rock face that towers over Squamish BC, </a><span class="MsoCommentReference"><span style="font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 106%;"> </span></span>after
climbing it, passing numerous chuffers in full hiking attire…he was in Flip
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Sierzanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427363764911825711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846774440637663545.post-54434641146554302832012-08-30T19:06:00.000-07:002012-08-30T19:06:36.501-07:00Ayahuasca<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> Ayahuasca Dreamin</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Up until this year I had never even
heard of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I learned the
immensity of this plants “mind opening” powers I had to check it out for
myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They say that when you take it,
your body purges all toxins of the mind and body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Visions of vomiting and shitting myself made
me a little apprehensive to ingest such a powerful shamanic medicine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To top it off, it was in the Peruvian jungle
and I was currently in Georgia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to
finish up some projects at home before I left for the Jungle, so I worked
hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I worked in the thick southern
heat wave, getting two to four hours of sleep each night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to be here to make sure my concrete
house project…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was June in Georgia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Record breaking heat scorched the lush
forests that surrounded what once was my house. In the previous December I bore
witness to my house burning to the ground late one night after working with my
father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now my Ludacris thought process
conjured up rebuilding the house myself…out of solid pour concrete.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
gravity of what I had gotten myself into was working its way to the rational
side of my brain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What have you started
Christopher Joseph Sierzant?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To date
this was the largest most insane project I had taken on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Half of me was filled fear and doubt, until
the other half beat my cautious side to an inch of its existence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s when I started to heave…and heave and
oh there we go let the vomit commence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Something wasn’t right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I needed
some water and rest. I had been at it in this heat for two weeks with a few
hours of sleep each night and now I could barely stand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My body screamed for water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made it about 300 feet to the hose and
leaned over to turn it on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Blackness
engulfed my vision so I stepped back from the ledge of the retaining wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good call, I thought to myself as I struck
the ground like a sack of potatoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fine
you stupid body we will stay here till you can keep up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I turned on the spigot and drank,
occasionally covering my body with the cool chlorinated water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ah shit not again. Vlahhhhhhhhhhh!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Blahhhh!!!! Fuck!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t keep the water down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I attempt to get up and walk it off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Five steps later I’m in a heap in the grass
dry heaving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I look up and see my woman
arms crossed looking down at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember
her saying “I’m concerned about you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
fade out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>When I woke,
I was lying in a foreign bed next to Laura.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The room was small, about ten feet by twelve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My Excalibur pack was full and on the
floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out of a large sliding glass door
I could see tall buildings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not
hot like I remembered and the sun was not shining.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My eyes took it all in but my mind couldn’t
comprehend where I was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Logic took over
as I noticed Laura wake up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Where the
fuck are we?” I asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had a puzzled
look on her face and she responded “Are you kidding?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are at a hostel in Lima Peru.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Talk about a mind fuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The past six days were completely wiped out
of my memory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had no recollection of
finishing my concrete walls, no recollection of going to a doctor about having
a heat stroke, no recollection of getting on a plane and somehow ending up in
South America in a hostel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now what?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Well this
went on for several days while we roamed the streets of Lima.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would wake up and ask questions about the
building project and how we got where we were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Laura answered the questions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was completely at her mercy and had no way, at this point in our trip, of
taking care of anything or anyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As
the week progressed the ringing in my ears had subsided and I was starting to
gain back some of my memory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My long
term memory came back and stuck, my short term kept having major malfunctions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The city and its hostels were too much for
Laura and I in my condition.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we did
what any respectable dirt bagger would do when they have had enough dirt, we
hit up a bed and breakfast in the bourgeois side of town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We figured that we would lay low in the nicer
side of Lima till we hurled ourselves over the Andes and into the jungle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This evening I finally got some decent
rest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My body apparently needed it
because when I woke the next morning some of the six days that I had lost were
flooding back into my dome.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now back on
an airplane, this time in full consciousness, we made our way to the remote
Jungle town of Iquitos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Iquitos was some
two hundred miles south of the Colombian border.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were advised by the flight attendant to
use caution in all sections of the town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Somehow I managed to pack two pocket knives and a very large 12 inch
survival knife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well at least I know
that my brain can protect me on auto pilot. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somewhere in the Jungle we were to be staying
in a retreat called Refugio and we were to be the guests of a local Shaman that
had started a business as a medicine man feeding people Ayahuasca.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
were going to the Jungle specifically to trip on Ayahuasca.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Arriving in Iquitos we stepped down from the
plane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew right away how remote the
area we were in was and also realized how much we stuck out in the
madness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We grabbed our bags and met
with our taxi.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were the only ones
riding in a car; everyone else was packed into these sketchy hand made three
wheel Honda motorcycle carts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were
thousands of them in the dirt street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
permanent dust cloud coated the roadway choking all in its path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Things settled down once we got further from
the dusty airport.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Twenty minutes later
we found ourselves in the Refugio office getting briefed and handing over quite
a large sum of money.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We were told
that we had chosen a good center for our trip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was not uncommon that local black magic dark healers would cast
spells on the unfortunate tourist victims while stealing all their money and
belongings…while they were trippin balls in the Jungle!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well it’s a good thing that’s not us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Time to pay up and my short term memory
starts going on the fritz.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shit I can’t
find my money!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>$3,000 in U.S. cash is
unaccounted for!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My frantic search
through my bag left me empty handed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Panic
flooded my nerves and I drew a blank.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
local desk lady never flinched just sat there impartial to my loss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then it hit me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Secret pocket of the Excalibur frame!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Got it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That was fuckin scary to think of being broke in the middle of nowhere
without a passport either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All paid up
and back on the move to the heart of the Jungle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out of the office we climbed up in one of
these sketchy tri-cycles and scooted off through the streets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Motor cycle carts hit each other and
pedestrians on the frequency.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Third
world markets smelled of rotten bananas and strangely enough Chinese restaurants,
which were about every three blocks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We stopped at the top a concrete
stair case that led down to the boats on the river.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Led by the office lady, whom spoke no
English, we climbed aboard a rickety wooden boat with a trash roof.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were packed in with a few locals and
baskets of food that were no doubt for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The locals couldn’t afford much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It took a several pulls of the motors cord to get the engine to
turn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The driver sat in his “Jesus’
heart bleed for you” plastic chair that was bolted to the wooden planks of the
floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course I got to stare at the
bleeding Jesus the whole ride. Being in middle school learning about geography
I had always pictured what it would be like to be on a boat going down the
Amazon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here I was, riding down the Amazon
River in a beat up old wooden boat headed into the lungs of the world to ingest
the world’s most potent hallucinogen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An
hour later we docked up at the first river town for gas and more supplies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The office lady gave one of the local boys
some coins and shouted out orders to them. They took the money and ran off into
the town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Moments later they came
bounding back with more bread than they could comfortably carry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was loaded onto the boat and we were on
our way again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next stop was
Refugio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were told that the Shaman
Scott was not in at the moment and was dealing with some legal drama in
town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They assure us he would be back
that evening to join us for dinner and that we would be there in less than an
hour.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sure enough 40 minutes later we docked
up at the Refugio center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few of the
workers took the goods and started walking up the tall wooden stair case that
led up from the river to the camp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
were instructed not to help out the locals as they had their place in the
scheme of things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Guests were simply
above the local workers and it was made very clear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy, one of Scott’s right hand “Slaves” as
it would be, was the only one that spoke English.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy took our gear and showed Laura and I
the way to our hut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If one could picture
what Tarzan might have lived in if he were a carpenter, well this would have
been his home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two stories with, easily
40’, lofted roof our hut was fuckin huge!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Being a builder my mind started to inspect the engineer quality of this
screened in gazebo on steroids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
noticed that nothing was treated and all the wood was taken from the forest
around us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I figured that most of the
structures here would eventually rot out in the next few years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The palm tree like shingles surprisingly kept
out the frequent rain that was dumped out of the sky from seemingly nowhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As my A.D.D mind and body surveyed the hut I
noticed some movement in one of the rafters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Holy fuckin shit!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s a big
ass spider.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Spike” as we later called
him won the world’s most deadly spider award…and he is in our fuckin
hut!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, me being me couldn’t resist
trying to touch it with a red franklin toothbrush.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I reached out ever so carefully, to touch
the massive leg of this tarantula, the bristles made contact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>SWAP! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From down stairs Laura cried out “Are you
ok?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What are you freakin out
about?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This mother fucker was not only
quick but strong as shit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once I touched
his leg with the brush he, lightning fast, knocked it out of my hand and
retreated to his hole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good thing I
didn’t try to pick him up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Upon
inspection of the brush there was a wet spot where Spike had royally tried to
fuck up the tooth brush with his venom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Lesson learned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Respect the
spider.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ok Spike. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You stay in your hole and I will stay in mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m pretty sure we had a mutual understanding
so I decided not to kill him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all
what kind of luck would I have if I killed the most deadly spider in the world?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember Chris you are in the fuckin
Jungle…shit can kill you here.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once we got settled in it was time to
explore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were promised a tour by
Teddy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy was a short native with
gold trimmed teeth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Later I learned that
all the locals had these gold trimmed teeth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We met Teddy at the base of the three story dinner hut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kitchen was on the bottom, a random
dining hall that didn’t get much use was on the second, and the main dinning
was on the third floor adorned with many hammocks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy was to take us on a Jungle tour of the
property.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were advised to not venture
off along, not just because the animals in the jungle could eat you but the
locals were the most dangerous predators.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So off into the Jungle we went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We saw many flowers and ant piles taller than us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>High in the trees termites made ten foot tall
nests.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon we approached a pond.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy explained that it was not safe to swim
in it on accord of its crocodile in habitants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I mentioned that I was thirsty and Teddy held up his finger as if for us
to wait for him to come back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He dashed
off into the Jungle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Waiting I looked
around at the massive trees that protected us from the harsh sun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chris! Teddy said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I followed his voice into the thick
brush.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy had cut a vine and started
to drink the water that spilled from within.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Wow I’ve gotta try that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura
drank first and I took pics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not too bad for vine water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The tour went on and we got to see the
ceremony house where we would trip our balls off and then we ventured to the
tea hut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I was not expecting the tea
hut to be what it was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We walked up the
first ramp to level one which was about 30 feet up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was occupied by a local porcupine that
used the floor as his shitter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
second level was 60 ft up, the third 80, the fourth 100, and the fifth was
easily 150 over the jungle floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we rested
at the top of the tea hut I thought to myself “Fuck this is going to rot and
someone is going to die falling out of this.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Back on the ground it was almost time to get ready for dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back in our hut Spike peered out at us
welcoming us home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I smelled like travel
and funky jungle musk mixed in one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Laura and I used the Rain water shower to get cleaned up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While she got ready I took pictures of things
to recreate them with better materials back home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dinner time had come and we heard
that Scott had returned from his business venture in Lima.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura and I climbed up to the third level
dinner table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were late and two
guests were talking after finishing their food.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The Guy looked Like Steve Correll, and the girl was ordinary and from
Canada as I recall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neither the male nor
female was attractive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh yes I picked up on it quick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was very young in comparison to Steve but
I was quite sure of it…they were humping on their stay at Refugio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura agreed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Gross!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nice folks though and why
not hump a total stranger in the middle of the Peruvian Jungle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More power to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dinner was brought up by one of the many
workers at the camp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eggs and French
fries?…weird.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuckin weird.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuck it I’m hungry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I devoured mine and half of Laura’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point in the trip I weigh about 135…
from 150.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need all the calories I can
get.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pictures show how fuckin skinny I
had gotten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could hear cursing in the
distance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heavy footsteps slamming down
on the fragile steps of the dinner hut got louder and more intense as the man
approached.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott showed his smiling
face and threw up his hands to the air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was expecting a hello or something normal but what we got was
“Wheeahhhhhyeeeeewwwwww” Followed by excessive laughter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh man I’m going to get along with this
fucker right away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott sat down and
one of the native females gave him his plate of food.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chicken and fish, damn!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All I got was eggs and potatoes and I was
still hungry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good to be king I
guess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott was barely understandable and
it seemed to me that he had been drinking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Conversation continued and Scott explained how some “Fuck Head” tried to
pull off a scam on his business through the internet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott informed us that one of his former
clients was a lawyer and had shit under control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The long arm of the law was to be directly
shoved up this ass holes rectum till he was spitting out the judges finger
nails.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do believe that Fuck was every
other word out of this Shamans mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Scott was born in Michigan and somehow after many years in school
studying Anthropology made his way down to Peru to live in the Jungle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He went through Shaman training and lived
with the locals getting mange with the local dogs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just when he was about to eat his friends and
possibly even himself, tragedy struck Scott when he heard that his parents had
passed away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With Tragedy comes some
fortune.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott inherited his parents’
fortune which he was chosen to distribute to the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott went from eating worms to being a
millionaire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So he did what any rational
person would do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He bought land in the
Peruvian Amazon and dedicated his entire life to healing people as an Ayahuasca
Shaman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Simple enough and that’s why we
are here, to heal and get FUCKED UP in the Jungle with our Crazy man Scott whom
strangely reminded me of my father but much, much more fucking crazy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a very strange and loving side to
this Scott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He loved all and everything
and expected the same in return.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hugs
and kisses were handed out on the frequency.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When it was not returned equally he retaliated with an equal opposite
force.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can relate whole heartedly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
night before Scott had asked me if I would join him in a morning swim after
breakfast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sat on the dock with my
feet in the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura and I had eaten
breakfast with the Canadian and Steve C. a few minutes earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eggs and potatoes yet again filled my
stomach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least we got fresh cut fruit
every morning delivered to our hut alongside with random flavored teas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could hear Scott cursing at Teddy in the
distance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Around here Scott was king and
when he was disobeyed there was hell to pay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Scott had Myarrhea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Miarrhea is
diarrhea of the mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had been out
here for 20 some years amongst the locals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I understand his frustration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
mostly spoke to himself as he emitted the word vomit from his mouth into
reality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We jumped into the river
swimming upstream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura didn’t make it
far because of the strong current and her small size.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was next to impossible for her to gain
distance in the river. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was skinny and
malnourished but determined to get in some workout time so I kept up with
Scott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>About a quarter of a mile
upstream after talking to him about Terrance McKinnon I had a flash back to
middle school…and then it struck me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Crocodiles and Piranhas were in this mucky brown river with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Damn!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And I had made fun of Scott for wearing whitey Tighties!!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now who was the fool with Prana Mojo shorts
on those little toothed fuckers had free rein on my beans and mash!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked him how dangerous the animals in the
water were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His response was “Well I
have been swimming for 20 years and only had one mishap.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he showed me the scar on his knee from a
piranha bite.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the size of the rim
of a coke can.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Enough to remove anyone’s
beans and mash!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I asked him about
the Crocs he seemed not to concern being that they were nocturnal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So of course a splash and commotion happened
yards down the river.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew it was time
to panic when I saw Scott turn whiter that his already mozzarella skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Don’t move!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Whatever you do don’t
move.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then explained that although
the crocs were nocturnal there were still day time attacks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He reassured me that they couldn’t see in the
mucky water and that if we stayed still we were fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yeah, so that didn’t make me feel much better
with my luck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Needless to say we made it
safely back to the dock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During our swim
Scott had told me how many people he had to make disappear into the murky river
for crossing him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told him I was here
to blast off and that I was no stranger to recreational hallucinogens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was delighted to tell me that he was
going to give me the highest first time dose just to see how it goes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott took off to his hut and Laura and I
made our way to eat lunch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sure enough…eggs
and French fries.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Night fall had come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No dinner on ceremony nights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were ordered to remain in our huts until
summoned to the ceremony house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could
hear Jose’s footsteps crunching the leaves on the path to our hut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His flashlight held steady checking for
snakes. His rubber boots made contact with the deck of our hut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Knock, Knock, Knock!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’m not quite sure how Laura felt but my mind and body was filled with
excitement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With all that I had gone
through this year, I was ready for some clarification.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have always in the past used hallucinogen
based drugs for mental clarity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tonight
I was going to embark on the supposed mother of all of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jose stopped at the foot of the ceremony ramp
and waved us up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Round lofted hut
had two levels and we were on the top one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Somehow we showed up on a not so busy time at the Refugio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the ceremony room sat Owen, a Canadian,
and the female from earlier whose name escapes me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her hump partner had left that afternoon on a
high speed boat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shit stained pads were
laid about the circle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Owen showed us
the toilet room. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had a recent bout
with vomiting and shitting himself on his first trip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My worry was puking, not shitting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hate puking but I told myself that if it
was part of the experience then so be it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Two of Scotts Shamans walked up the ceremony ramp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neither said a word, just simply took seat
toward the back of the hut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott came
up shortly after. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His demeanor had
changed drastically.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took being a
Shaman very seriously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Taking up seat
between Jose and Manuel he prepared the cups for the concoction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Several minutes of ritual prayer and blessing
of the Jungle Juice, Scott called me up to drink first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our prior discussions about my experience
with such things led to a ¾ full cup of the brown goo tea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The musky smell filled my lungs as I lifted
the cup to my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As the thick brown
Jungle juice entered my mouth and slid down my throat I thought to myself…well,
it’s too late now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott looked at me
and said “Enjoy”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went back to my shit
stained mattress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew I should have
brought a blanket or pillow or something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Kinda had my pants pulled down in the sense of being prepared but here we
go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura was next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was here more for emotional clarity than
I was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To be honest I was just along for
the ride on this Journey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of us,
even the Shamans, had taken the medicine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Found out later that Scott had been doing this for years, two days on,
one day off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No wonder he was losin
it…in a good way though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was losing
his societal brain wash job, which I think that more of us need as a race.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Shaman took turns chanting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of them had a voice that boomed,
“Ayahuasca! Medicinea!, over and over again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This got repetitive and would later mush my mellow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other had a more soothing voice and it
was much easier to concentrate on my mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As I lay their taking all this in, I realized how different I was from
so many people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These realizations,
which I have had many times over the course of my life, always made me feel alone
and isolated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh man my tummy
hurts!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could feel the Ayahuasca working its way
through the depths of my bowels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Uh Oh I
might very well shit myself if this keeps up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then the nausea hit me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Don’t
fight it.” I told myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If ya gotta
vomit well let it go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The nausea wore
off quickly and my stomach settled for the moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could still hear the Shaman chanting but at
this point rays of blue light surrounded them as they chanted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wow, it was like one of those Alex Grey
paintings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I sat up I looked around
the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura was curled into a ball,
tears streaming from her eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Occasionally she would attempt to purge the Jungle juice but to no
avail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Owen, the Canadian had shit
himself again and was vomiting along with the other Canadian girl, both of
which had ingested an entire cup.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
were glued to the shitty walmart matts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Scott noticed that I had sat up and came to my aid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Are you alright?” he asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh man I’m fucked up!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott just laughed a bit and asked me if I
needed anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remembered seeing a
stack of rolled cigarette on his ceremony table and asked him if I could have
one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Ah fuck yeah we gots fuck loads of
em” he said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t help but
thinking of George Carlin when I looked at Scott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I chuckled and smoked my black jungle tobacco
cigarette.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott had told us about
certain stages of realization that one goes through while on Ayahuasca.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First was emotional, then self, then
something about the shockra or third eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I felt as if I skipped the first two and was seeing out of my third
eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked around and said out loud
with full confidence “I get it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got
it. I understand.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a simple
realization but very powerful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Up until
then I didn’t realized how found and centered I was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This simply confirmed it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was everyone else around me, swimming in a
sea of their own lost selves that made me feel so disconnected.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt this way because I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">am</i> connected, because I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">am</i> centered, because I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">am</i> balanced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh I have to pee…or at least I think I have
to which usually means ya gotta go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
wasn’t sure if it was customary to get up and walk around while the Shamans
were singing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I were in the right
frame of mind I would have just got up and went but to my defense it was
dark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I whispered
“SCOTT!...SCOTT!...SCOTTY!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He heard me
on the third one and opened one of his eyes to see what the noise was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thinking I was in need of him he came by my
side and asked me if I was alright or if I needed to vomit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Na but I have to take a wicked piss” I told
him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looked at me and said “Can you
stand?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yeah sure I said and stood right
up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott was waiting for me bust my ass
upon my attempt to fight gravity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once
up I got my barring’s and took a few steps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Meanwhile Scott and the Shamans looked at me like, “Holy shit the mother
fucker not only asked for a jungle smoke but he was walking around like he
never drank the tea!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott stopped me
and gave me a green LED light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Probably
a bad idea to hand me bright objects while I was tripping but I made my way to
relieve myself of liquid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was quite
the relief to not only expel my piss but to get away from the singing Shamans
who were at this point really hindering my thought process.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out of the shit can room I come out talking
in normal voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hey Scott get this
crazy fuckin light away from me!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was
laughing but advised me to keep my voice down to not disturb the others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh sorry I forgot I’m a bit trippin balls at
the moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You can walk around if you
like just keep it down” Scott informed me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So I walked about stopping to stare at the Shaman that was breaking from
singing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do believe I frightened him a
bit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Later I found out that I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was getting exhausted from the effects of
the Jungle Juice so I lay back down on my mat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Laura was still crying and curled in the fetal position, arm stretched
out to me looking for comfort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I offered
to share my pad with her…no response.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh
man she looks pretty fucked up ha ha ha.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Better to let her deal and share a mat with her tomorrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">At this point my body is like “I’ve
had enough of this!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eviction time!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I almost couldn’t make it to the
shitter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All I could think of was Max
Tuckers “I hope they serve beer in hell” book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Oh yes it was almost one of those Austin trip moments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I emerge 20 mins later from butt soup hell
and collapse on my dirty pad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can now
easily see how one could shit their self on this stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Time to sleep my body said and then the lights
turned on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh I guess that’s it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott bid us a good evening and we clumsily
stumbled to the entrance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura was like
Wow!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She mentioned that she wanted to go
up into the tea room that we climbed up earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Something told me that wasn’t a good idea to
do in the dark, being that our hut guide was carrying a shot gun and there were
very large and hungry cats out there that could eat us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As Laura and I stumbled back to the pent hut,
I looked up at the sky and saw all the stars even with the moon shining so
brightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This place is truly beautiful
in its simplicity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back at the hut I
apologized to Spike for getting in late and thanked him for holding down the
fort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hours later in the humid cotton
sheets of the screened in bed Laura and I passed out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I woke to the footsteps of one of the
kitchen ladies bringing our morning fresh cut fruit and tea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuck I was hungry and my stomach hated me for
introducing it to Ayahuasca.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After
eating the fruit my stomach decided to play hula hoop games around my ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Morning depositar de la bebe de comida had
commenced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh sweet relief!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where the fuck is Teddy?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember on our tour of the jungle he
showed us a milk tree that helped with the ole dysentery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I successfully tracked his ass down to help
out my ass by drinking the milk from this tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Owen the Canadian joined me on this adventure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After stopping up my internals it was
breakfast time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What would it be this
time…Eggs and French fries…Fuck!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need
real food damn it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point I
weight about 130 lbs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before I started
my building project I weighed 154 lbs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today the locals were out and about
looking to take us North Americans for every sol we had.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The locals were great hustlers and
artists.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unfortunately I shipped my
souvenirs back home and fuck if I will ever get them back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s been two months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The day went fast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott gave us a tour of the botanical garden
and we went for another deadly swim in the Amazon River.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I swam with Scott and he told me stories
of gore and “Fuck heads” that tried to cross him, I felt a weird connection
with Scott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really understood why he
escaped to the Peruvian Jungle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t
stand the majority of people either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Back on the dock we parted ways till the evening consumption of
Ayahuasca.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tonight Scott told me he
would give me the heaviest dose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He felt
confident that I could handle it after the night before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked him what the Shamans said about me as
I noticed that they had a strange apprehension toward me after last night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told me that they said I was the one that
blew the Jungle smoke back into the Devils face and tested the Gods.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fact that I was not struck down on site
made them fear me a bit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was told to
me on our last swim up river.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lunch was
closing in on us and I was starving!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
found Teddy and asked him if they had fishing rods and bait.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Quick like a Peruvian bunny he grabbed some
rods and off we went to fish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First cast
Teddy snagged a 15 lb venomous catfish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Laura and I had less luck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura
caught another catfish but it was smaller.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The Canadian girl was to be sent off and her packs were set down on the
dock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy was instructed to take her
to the closest village and drop her off with a high speed boat back to Iquitos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy had grown fond of Laura and me because
we treated him like a friend not a servant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He asked us if we wanted to join.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We accepted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">An hour later we were in the town and
fuck if I remember the name of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
Canadian girl was sent on her way and it was just Laura, Teddy, and I unleashed
on the third world streets in search of internet, alcohol and candy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The internet was dial up, yes dial up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuck it where is the candy and beer?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy was incredibly popular in this
town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe beyond working for
Scott, Teddy was Mr. Popular.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The ladies
of this town all knew him and were like “Hola Teddy!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy pulled us about from shop to shop in
search of beer and candy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally we hit
up a shop with some beer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Time to crack
open the local brew.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy was a happy
man in this town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt like he was a
bit oppressed in the Refugio camp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After
all Scott was a smart man and he was surrounded by uneducated moron locals so I
understand his hierarchy for his position above the locals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now where the fuck does one find my sweet
toothed ass some candy!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one in town
had it accept for the last shop before the dock, which also had some beer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well after relieving ourselves in the back of
the store we cleared it out of beer and candy, ever so careful not to disturb
the many kittens that were sleeping on the products; we made our way back to
the boat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh man did Laura, Teddy and I
get hammered!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura was steering the
boat, I was pissin off the side tryin not to fall off, and Teddy was crackin
open another beer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good times for
all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once back Teddy had to keep his shit
together as Scott barked orders at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Laura and I were late to lunch but luckily it wasn’t eggs and fries, it
was fried fish!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the fish that we
had caught earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Me, still being
hungry after eating all of my fish and some of Laura’s, started to look for
future tasty treats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s when I saw
her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Herro Chicken!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I darted off to find Teddy as he was our only
bridge to the language barrier other that Scott. His big smile was turned
straight by my question…”Puedo muerta el pollo?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course he laughed hysterically and had me
follow him to the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh man the
kitchen ladies were defiantly weirded out by my request.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was debate, an argument in the jungle
if you will, over the life of the hen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The Spanish was too fast for me to follow but the head kitchen lady
looked at me like “you really want to do this?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My face told her what she needed to know…confirmation was given!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy smiled really big and beckoned me to
follow him to the caged beast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura
took the camera to capture the action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
approached the cage with the hen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Looking in I placed my hands on the top of the cage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Forgive me my sister I am here to take your
life to sustain mine.” I said as I reached in and grabbed the chicken by the
neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As instructed I snapped the ever
living life out of the chicken’s neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was still moving and Teddy said I had to cut its head off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My knife was out of my pocket before he could
finish his sentence and the deed was done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The Chicken twitched and thrashed about headless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I ended up getting chicken blood squirt in my
eye and all over my body!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kitchen
ladies were about to take the chicken from me and clean it up when I stopped
them and explained that I wanted to learn how to do it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked them to teach me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point I do believe that we were the
first people to treat these locals like equals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Although the kitchen ladies told Laura that I was loco, I could tell
that they had a new respect for me for being a compassionate human willing to
step down and be part of the culture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Night
fall was closing in and round two of Ayahuasca was about to commence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just as the first night our trail
guide came to escort us to the ceremony hut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This time it was Owen, and a man named James from liver pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tonight was James first time, and Owen,
Laura, and my last night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tonight, for
me, there was no holding back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
full dose and full blast off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Drinks
prepared James was first, Owen second, Me third taking a full cup of the Jungle
juice, and Laura fourth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott asked
Laura if she wanted to “Keep up” with me as she normally had done with all of
our experiences…she knew and opted out this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Smart move I thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I defiantly took more than I should have but
I keep my cool under pressured and I understand that most don’t. All of us were
ready to blast off into ourselves and the universe, the Shamans started their
singing and chanting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At first I
thought that I had built up some strange and fast immunity to the Jungle juice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Shamans were more annoying than healing
and helpful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started to make fun of
them and hump dance on the matt, which made Laura and myself start “the
giggles.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh and it was a bad case of
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One song after another I continued
to mock the harshness of the song sung.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Laura whispered to me “you need to fuckin stop or they are going to
separate us!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bah ha ha this only made
me giggle more and mock more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I
hear Owen start to laugh…he couldn’t stop and that made me giggle more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I heard the liver pool boy James start
to laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuck it was like rebelling
against being in trouble in middle school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The more wrong the giggling was the more we giggled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The whole ceremony house was crackin up
laughin!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh man what I would have given
to have the chanting singing Shamans shut the fuck up!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mellow was getting shot up by
“AYAHUASCA!...MEDICINA!” chants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally
the trip was supposed to be over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura
and I were to have a commitment ceremony in our hut after the trip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried to stand…up I went, down I went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuck I had a delayed effect!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura was like “I got this shit!” and tried
to stand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Up and down she went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This went on for a few hours until Scott decided
to have the Shaman perform the commitment ceremony on site.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neither one of us could stand let alone
walk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a few hours of “LaLa!
Christoph!” chants and clouds of jungle tobacco being streamed right to our
incoherent faces I eked out “No mas fumar mother fucker!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All we had in response was a deep native laughter
and more jungle smoke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I finally pull my
shit together after two hours of trying to put my sandals on my feet and I
stand up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I bring Laura to her
feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point we have ingested so
much jungle juice that we are still in the ceremony house 6 freakin hours after
they finished!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I picked up Laura and put
her on my back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked at our gun slinging
guide and nodded my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knew right
away we were ready to get back to the hut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Out in the grass field we were well lit by the full Peruvian moon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally we were back to the tent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In bed, eyes shut lights out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Morning rays of sunlight woke me
before the fresh fruit arrived.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this
point Laura was dealing with the bowel problems and I was hungry!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Breakfast…like fuckin hell if I was eating
eggs again!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finding Teddy I rounded up
the fishing poles and managed to catch a decent size catfish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I brought it to the kitchen ladies and held
it up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Desyuno? I asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The ladies laughed and took my morning
catch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sitting in the eating area I
heard them comin and was psyched to get my fish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plate set in front of me had eggs and French
fries!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ah!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then a second kitchen lady came bearing my
morning catch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Food! I was happy and
full this morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The local monkeys
made their routine visit to collect table scraps as they did every morning and
afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today we were to leave this
Jungle paradise and head back to civilization and all of its flaws.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura and I bid fair well to the kitchen
ladies and Teddy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teddy was visibly
upset that we were leaving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I truly
believe that we were the first guests here to communicate with them on the same
level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Down at the dock with our packs
and ready for our next Adventure, we waited for our boat driver and Scott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to lighten my load and I figured that
we weren’t going to get much climbing done in the Jungle so I left my Dominator
9.4 mm rope with Scott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew he needed
it more than me and that such things were hard to come by in the Jungle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laura, me and the gear were packed into the
topless wooden boat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The day was perfect
and sunny as we drifted down the river into town Scott stood on the deck till
we were out of sight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I lay there
with my feet propped up and kickin back in the sun I realized how long it had
been since I truly felt happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My life
at the moment was full and balanced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
knew that chaos awaited me back in the states so I did what any realist would
do in my shoes…I enjoyed the moment for what it was…Perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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