Eight weeks spent in the province of Ecuador, in the beautiful surroundings of the Podocarpus park, with over a dozen sessions with San Pedro , the holy cactus of the Indians. That’s the time after where is no way to going back. Even though a year has already passed since then and memory naturally wiped out the freshness of those experiences, I still can easily enter those feelings and states which I was able to feel back then.
The essence of things is that they are, and even though this fact is irrelevant for the sober mind, in a different, mescaline state, it is a remarkable discovery. Our mind may detach from perceiving the world through terms and meanings. Detach from language, and thus from dualism. A perceptive sentiency becomes activated, which I call direct seeing because language, the will to name and intellectually understand, ceases to exist between the unit and the world. At the moment when an individual conceptual apparatus disappears, “I” also disappears and becomes a part of the faceless whole. In a space lacking meaning, an experience of unity and a deep connection with the universe may come to life.
The internal journey through the antipodes of the mind, and the external journey to the temple of nature, in my opinion constitutes a deeply transforming combination. A shift in the perspective makes us become more flexible. The San Pedro shows that life is beautiful. Because it is, and that is enough.