[disinfo ed.'s note: the following is an excerpt from Aya Awakenings: A Shamanic Odyssey by Rak Razam]
Iglesia Matriz, Iquitos
The internet café is an invaluable gringo meeting spot and later in the day I bump into Theo Valis there. He’s been gone on a week-long botanical expedition about twelve hours down the Rio Ucayali, then further down a tributary to a remote Mastes village and another five hours trek into the jungle, not too far from the Brazilian border. There, in a crude open hut he did a mini-dieta and drank ayahuasca for a week with don Gallindo, a seventy-five-year-old maestro curandero who specializes in admixture plants.
Theo says the maestro showed him how powerful ayahuasca could be in potentiating other plants—not just ones containing DMT—and that he received an immense healing. During an eight-hour session he says he also received an icaro, despite repeatedly telling the ayahuasca spirit that he was not able to remember melodies.… Read the rest