Alchemy & The Flame

It was our first full day off when Jimmy went out into town and came back with Ian's card. He handed it to us and said, "this is the guy, he'll take you where you want to go." We thanked him and then I called the number twice, leaving a message each time. From there we walked to the Plaza de Arma where we ran into none other than Roy, the maker of our jewelry."Hey Roy how are you?" We asked. "Good brother, good. Any plans for new years?" he asked."Well were trying to do pure DMT, you know anyone who has it?" I asked."I know Ian." he replied. Blake and I both looked at each other, I took out the card and showed it to him."You mean this Ian?""yeah thats him, you want me to take you to him?"yes" we said in unison, and off we went in a taxi to Ian's house. We got off the main road and walked down a descending dirt road for about 150 yards to a nice looking place nestled between other houses of similar refinement. Roy knocked for 10 minutes until finally the shutters opened and a long haired balding Chinese man poked his head out from the darkness."Thats him? Thats our guy?" I thought to myself. A passing confusion as Roy quickly snapped me back to the present, "Hey, is Ian here?" He said. The man blinked very slowly as though half conscious and then said rather fluidly, "yeah.." With that he disappeared and a moment later the gate opened. We went inside and were introduced to Ian, the man that we had truly come to Peru to see, but we didn't know that yet.He told us of his experiences with the different psychedelics, how after mastering a substance, by doing it a thousand times or more, he would get a tattoo of its molecular form on his body. He had the DMT molecule on the back of his neck, the LSD 25 on his arm, and Mescaline on his leg. He had other interesting tattoos as well, those combined with his mohawk, tall stature and lovely Welch accent really gave him a distinctly memorable persona. We met the other cast of characters staying with him, Olympia, his polish, Vietnamese girlfriend, very fiery and opinionated, mike the British born Chinese man I've already introduced and his girlfriend Kate, also from England. We then made a plan to smoke his DMT tomorrow and said goodbye, leaving back to the Plaza de Arma with Roy.When we returned he told us It was his daughters 15th birthday on new years eve, something of a big deal in latin America, and he invited us to join the party, but not just as guests, he wanted one of us to be the official chaperones for his daughter! The responsibilities of which included, a photo shoot, first dance at the party and to escort her wherever she went. I wasn't so keen on the idea but thankfully Blake said yes before I had to say no. I felt so good at that moment that we returned to Dawn of the Amazon and broke the six week ayahuasca fast with a Red curry. Blake had already broken it a few days before at the Karma Cafe with a falafel burger.Jimmy didn't need us at the farm the next day, so I painted the upstairs bathroom for him. Initially it was as a trade for two weeks stay at the Hideout, but Jimmy had to apologize later saying that he could only give us a week free, since he was nearly broke from funding his fish farm. I see the crazy stress he's under day to day, and he works his ass off, so I understood. The only thing that really sucked were the toxic fumes From the paint, it was so bad I nearly passed out, so I had to quit and save the rest for another day.We had lunch at the Dawn and then called Ian, shortly after arriving at his house. We talked for a few minutes, Ian asked which one of wanted to go first, for some reason I volunteered right away, then he gave me to the count of finishing his cigarette to prepare for the DMT experience.He walked me into a white walled room with psychedelic drawings, tapestries and feathers hanging from the walls. He asked me to lay down on the bed so that my head was a foot from the wall and then sit up cross legged, he did this so that when you passed you wouldn't fall back and hit your head.Ian waved the huge eagle feathers and blew mopatcho smoke over my body. Then he aligned each of my chakras with a sonic bell, basically a metal bowl, and with a wooden stick he rotated around it creating a lovely loud ringing. After I was cleansed he went through how I was to properly hit the pipe for a break through experience. You don't just hit it once and off you go, theres a procedure to it. You have to hit the pipe three times to make it all the way, each hit must be held and followed by a quick inhale to push it further down.I said I understood and we began. The first hit went well, the second too but it was very very harsh, by the time I exhaled and went to hit it the last time everything around me was melting and growing at the same time, an incredible buzzing noise was filling my head and Ian was barely recognizable to me, morphing between every person Id ever met. He put the pipe right in front of my face and repeated,"hit it hit it hit it.." And so I did...It was extremely difficult to take a solid drag from the pipe, somehow though, I managed to ash it. I inhaled one last time and felt all of reality being forced away from me in every way imaginable, instantly leaving my body, with my limp shell falling back and hitting the mattress, my soul exited the top of my head and trillions of entities swarmed around me in an impossibly large, but enclosed space in another dimension, each of them going in and out of my soul, adding things to me and taking others away.All of creation joined together with me, intertwining and combining then shooting away, coming back as another thing and joining yet again. I lost consciousness then, and came to at the end of the trip, descending a ladder of dimensions, each becoming more real and physical and each more terrifying than the last. They were both the inner and outer layers of the world we live in, and I knew then the great peril that humanity was in. I felt the presence of terrible predatory evil, swarming around me as eels in a barrel, circling and circling, just waiting for the reaping of their prey.Then I was on a farm in the viewpoint of a chicken, watching as the big birds established dominance through posturing and violence. I could hear the words of James, Blake's uncle and lifelong badass, coming from the top cock of the roost, as he ruled over the weaker and subservient birds, "this is mine, this is real, this is mine, this is real " He said. After that I went into a celestial realm and floated effortlessly back into my body.Ian was cross legged in the corner, smoking a cigarette and smiling at me. "Welcome back." He said. I walked out of the room and joined the others, Blake who was laying in the hammock, stared, giving me an inquisitive look which said,"and? Are we in business?" The look on my face said it all, and he smiled, joining Ian in the room to see for himself.In truth theres no way to describe what I experienced, it's just too big a thing to explain with such limited means as words.It was the most ground breaking and astonishing experience of my life, that much I can say for sure, the rest you just have to go and see for yourself. My trip lasted 20 minutes and Ian told me the parts I didn't remember would come to me in the coming weeks, in dreams and while awake. Blake's lasted 25 minutes, the last 15 of which he was laughing uncontrollably. He came out with a completely astonished look on his face, totally happy to have come back from the brink.We thanked Ian for everything, hugged everyone there and walked back to the main street, still stunned to be alive and well, solidly in reality. We had dinner at the dawn, and almost as though it was a dream the shops across from us next to the cafe went up in a blaze of fire, everyone was screaming and running about, some crying others laughing. Then people started kicking in the walls of the stands, I thought they were robbing the shops but they were taking everything out of them and moving them to the other side of the street, saving them from the fires destructive path.All the while Blake and I finished our pancakes, a first class view not 30 feet from the blaze. We joined another Roy, whose also friends with Ian, at Aries cafe and chatted about our experiences with DMT. Also eating there was the Victor the Belgian and his friends who watched us do the frog venom in the Jungle. Lol, what a crazy day!