In thirty years of sitting with Ayahuasca, she has shown me things I could not have imagined and things I could not have forgotten.
A vision received in ceremony is not like a dream. A dream fades. You reach for it in the morning and it dissolves. A vision received from the plant stays. It sits inside you, whole and complete, sometimes for years, until the moment arrives when you understand what it was showing you.
She has shown me Lord Ganesha, three or four times, in different ceremonies, in different years and places, always unmistakable. She has shown me Yemanjá, the Queen of the Sea, once as a mermaid and once as a woman in a blue dress standing at the edge of something vast. She has shown me the jiboya, the great white Boa constrictor of the forest, moving through a darkness that felt older than time. She has taken me up into space and shown me the Earth from above, small and blue and breathing. She has shown me the pyramids from the sky and from the desert floor. She has shown me patterns that have no name in any language I know. She has shown me spaceships. She has shown me people, some of them living, some of them not.
And once, in a ceremony I will never forget, she came to me as an air hostess, walking the aisle of a plane with a tray of little cups, offering ayahuasca to the passengers. She had a smile that knew everything. I took the cup.
The Merging of Humans and Machines, which you can read elsewhere on this site, is one of those visions. She showed me that in 2011. It took fifteen years for the world to catch up.
These visions are their own stories. Each one arrived in a specific ceremony, in a specific place, at a specific moment in the Journey of Asazi. Together they form a map of a world that most people do not know exists, a world that has been guiding this journey from the beginning.
Some visions belong only to the ceremony, to the people who were present, to the space that was held. Those are not mine to share. But these asked to be told. They have been asking for a long time, and this site is the place they have been waiting for.
“A vision received from the plant stays. It sits inside you, whole and complete, sometimes for years, until the moment arrives when you understand what it was showing you.”
This story, like all stories on this site, is written by Nixiwaka from his own memory and experience. The platform, the structure, the sequence, and the prompts that help pull these memories into the right order are built in collaboration with Claude. Nixiwaka supplies the words, the pictures, and the lived experience. Claude holds the thread and asks the questions that bring the next piece forward.