Well, it's not that bad, but there's meaning in the name. I've just been to an Ayahuasca ceremony, to seek some truth and resolution, and the Grandmother came to me, or I went to her, and I surfed a rather big, surging wave.
Ayahuasca, an Amazonian tree-vine, is called the Vine of Death because, while you don't actually die, what happens resembles the experience of dying and it's good practice for it. This, of course, is rather useful to me because, as a cancer patient, that journey is not far away. I got some practice.
The Grandmother is the spirit or goddess of ayahuasca, to whom we are challenged to yield, to receive her teaching and blessing. I met her - we all did - and she treated me gently, then to give me a shake-up.
The journey was very much about resolving and re-weaving some key threads in my life, shedding some baggage and opening to the future. Yes, a person at the end of their life does have a future - in a way, quite a big one.
Four men from three countries, plus a magic cat, travelled a light-year or two in the otherworld and returned, and this is the story as seen through my eyes.
It's in two parts, covering the first and second days of the ceremony. This is a very personal story, with some tears and chuckles thrown in.
Those of you who know me or have been following me, or who have been listening to or reading my cancer story, Blessings that Bones Bring, might find this interesting. If you're new to my blogs and podcasts, I have no idea what you'll think of this one, though I hope you enjoy the ride!
This is part one, and part two follows soon. 33 minutes.