I have said many times that our subconscious creates our physical reality and our subconscious needs triggering on a regular basis to create events in our physical future and, on the other hand, to boost our spiritual morale after it is battered. The Serpent Cult easily abuses our subconscious because our ignorance and ego makes it easy to do so. ‘The real you’ has been imprisoned in your subconscious and the egotistical false you is determined to keep you there and have you walking the prison called planet Earth for eternity. I have previously warned people that read my work that their lives would never be the same if they did. I humbly do so again before anyone reads this article. I do not want to alter or even trigger anyone’s subconscious mind that does not want me to. SO…  PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS ARTICLE IF YOU DO NOT WANT IT TO AFFECT YOUR PHYSICAL AND SPIRITUAL REALITY IN THE FUTURE.

I felt more than slightly nervous about drinking the ayahuasca simply because of the massive powerful journey it had taken me on six months previously. I didn't think my body or my mind could take anothr journey like that one but I happily appeared with the rest of the tribe on time to receive another cup of ayahuasca that evening. The Shaman Warinei carried out his rituals and we all queued up for our measure of the magic potion. The group this time was much smaller than last time and it contained a lot of female energy, which was comforting to feel on a five-sense level. It was soon my turn to drink and I really struggled to get it down.

The face appeared again, smiling. It said that I had now judged and therefore trusted the Shaman and I can now 'face the beast'. I really didn't want to face any beast I thought. Why do I have to face a beast? What or who was the beast anyway. The face said, “I had to face the beast” at the next ceremony and no matter what happened I had not to request any help nor had I to spiritually surrender to what I see and hear. If I was successful then it would help matter in the future and allow the Shaman to have more power and therefore future ceremonies would hold far more meaning. It would eventually help 'unite all the elements'. I began to think the face had visited the wrong bloke and maybe he should have visited another bloke lying on another bed. I thought bloody hell it’s a case of mistaken identity! Why not let someone else face the beast and give me visions of Suzie Quatro singing and shaking her arse instead. That sounded a better option to me. Somehow I knew I was destined to face the beast.

I felt at ease but I got a sense of a presence of a force that was trying to communicate with me but I was somehow shutting it out. I could see swirling colours just like I remember seeing in my childhood. Then 'whooooosssshhh' a tunnel appeared and off I went down it. Flying. I then came to a stop and saw a padlock on a blue door and I was somehow forced to mentally concentrate on the padlock. I stared at the padlock and it started to vibrate and rattle and then it simply burst open and fell to the 'floor'. The blue door opened slowly and behind it was the 'Face' again. (The head I saw in Brazil that looked like Superman's dad) The face smiled at me and winked.

Matthew Delooze's first experience with ayahuasca in South America... By 8:45pm it started to take effect on me and I headed for my bed asthe sounds around me started to speed up and literally vibrate at amuch faster rate. The sound of the sea increased in intensity and the palm trees blew in sequence with it. My heart seemed to join in with the sea and the trees and go along in harmony with them. I had literally ‘joined in’ with the earth, the sea and with the breeze of the air. I was definitely spiritually unified with these elements. Ishut my eyes and I saw magical colours swirling around forming patterns and shapes. I was actually starting to enjoy this brew! For those that think I was just shit faced on a par with being on LSD…. Forget it!