Ayahuasca Magic: the Spell of the Unconscious

By Scott Turner

Ayahuasca is not about healing. It is about magic. It is the quintessential magic potion.

This book deals with the emergence of the magical world into the authors normal life which began during the 2010 Chilean earthquake then continued to grow until he began unintentionallly evoking demons to physical reality, meeting with planetary intelligences, pure evil and the Elohim. It asks how we can discern truth when the deeply symbolic unconscious decides to visit us in the real world.

The book is unique from others in this genre because it attempts to be quite critical of the Ayahuasca experience and paint it into a larger Western context. While still being filled with amazing stories, it attempts to reconstruct and sometimes deconstruct what actually happened to discover if we can have confidence in our own perceptions and understandings of consciouness.

Here is the thing. No one knows what they are dealing with ayahuasca. Most of the books are filled with uncritical astonishment. The story needed to be written down as a warning and as a guide. This semi-autobiographical story reflects on meetings with pure evil, the origin of our thoughts, magic, shamanic negligence and how moving towards higher vibrations through deep mindfulness and prayerful meditation can allow us to reemerge into the light.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scott Turner
• Release date: Dec 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370899678

Scott Turner

Scott Turner is the author of Hike the Parks: Joshua Tree National Park and Hike the Parks: Zion and Bryce Canyon National Parks, both published by Mountaineers Books. He has also contributed over 250 trail descriptions across Southern California, the Sierra Nevada, Hawaii, Utah, Arizona, and Montana for ModernHiker.com, the West Coast’s most widely read hiking website. Scott lives with his wife and son in Carlsbad, California. Visit him online at OneThousandMilesBlog.wordpress.com and on Instagram @scottturnerhikes.

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Ayahuasca Magic:

The Spell of the Unconscious

Scott Turner

Copyright © 2016 Scott Turner

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Dedication

For Carol, Anais, Janice and Chris.

To Mum for everything.

To Julian for opening the door.

Bienvenido el Shaman.

Astral Detour

The Awakening

Magic Overflow

Evocation

The Magnetic Resonance of Evil

Sanangito Magico

World of the Dead

Thought Differentials

Technologies of the Psyche

Heart implants

Flashbacks and Precognition

Sirius and Onyx

Invasion Point

Filtering Saturn

The Buddha and the Elohim

Astral transference

Bibliography

About the Author

Astral Detour

I was having a wonderful dream. A beautiful woman was asking me very intimate questions, inviting me to reveal any secrets I might have. `It's okay you can trust me' she said. Her beauty was intoxicating and every curve and tussle of her hair seemed to correspond with some divine template of perfection. `Now' she said, getting a little more serious' It's a matter of national security.` 'National security?` I said ' but I thought we were just on some kind of date.` 'No, I work for the CIA and there has been a major ingression which could cause a massive disaster. If you don't tell me what I need to know you will be responsible for everything. So you need to tell me what I want right now. 'Yeah? That seems kind of weird. How could any of my secrets affect national security?'

A car alarm went off. I looked at the woman who disintegrated in front of my eyes. As I woke up, in her place was some kind of dark glowing crooked siphon emerging from my head towards a thick glowering shadow splayed across my body like a blanket. The faceless shadow seemed to be astonished I could see it, but upon my recognition it slid off my body like thick, toxic syrup, away from my wife and me. As I focused my perception upon it I could sense a kind of twisted evil, its black soul which had been trying to gain access to my deepest thoughts. A chill of fear went down my back.

Demons don't announce themselves. They just show up. They are not interested in how you might perceive the world or yourself or if you oppose their entry into your life. Somehow you evoked them and now, in shattering your expectations and the grounding you have in your life, they are waiting for the shock and inevitable fear which their presence evokes.

We do not know what we are dealing with. We are out of our depth. Science can't help. Science can't detect them, but when they show up you will detect them. They will make themselves crystal clear to you with more realism than the latest 4K high definition smart TV you were thinking of buying.

You think they can't affect you? You're normal. You've never done anything wrong, let alone evil. You've never cheated on your wife. You've never done drugs. You even go to church. Evil demons are part of the era of primitive man---superstitious dreams. Nonsense.

But I have good news about the demons. They won't jump out at you from behind your bedroom door. Well, not at first. They aren't hiding in the backseat of your car or in the darkness of your basement even though you might admit you are a little uncomfortable about going down there.

That's not why, you're not going to discover the demons. You're not going to discover the demons because they are already here and they are smarter than you are - more intelligent. They have access to the whole picture and you do not. They know things you are unwilling to accept, are too scared to even consider and the real problem is, they know exactly what you're thinking. You can't hide anything from a demon. They already know what really happened with the secretary at the Christmas party, because they are hiding in your thoughts, the spaces between your thoughts and behind your very consciousness. They have even disguised themselves as your thoughts.

You can't escape them. They are already here and already know what's going on. So, you might as well just get used to it. Only that's not a very helpful piece of advice, is it?

What you need is a plan of action and more information, but that information isn't readily available. It appears hidden, and it is. It's hidden very well, intentionally. Finding the truth is part of what this book is about.

That was my original introduction to this book. It seemed strong and entertaining. Someone told me it really grabbed them. But it ́s guilty like so much writing in this area is. It’s reactionary and seems to lack critical thinking. We are all just bowled over by our own experiences and resort to simple description of the drama and our emotions. Do we lack the cognitive power to be able to understand our own experiences?

The objective of this book is to place some incredible events under a more critical lens. What is the right context to understand them? I explore the dangers of having the information behind these events revealed and explore the implications of just what it means to come to understand that demons, fairies and even aliens exist and how they intersect with our consciousness. Science says this stuff doesn't exist but scientists just don't have the tools yet to verify or refute these things. They exist in a place which we cannot see, hear, touch smell or taste. Well, not at first.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Who am I? Why would you want to listen to several implausible stories from someone you have never heard of? My short biography might make me seem like a run of the mill kind of guy. I may not have been much different from you ten years ago. I had a decent job, a house and car and I thought I knew what life was about. I worked quite hard at a job I kind of enjoyed and, as they say, I played hard too. I drank too much. I liked some MDMA for fun or some mushrooms. I admit it. This story is going to include some talk about drugs, but its real focus is about trying to find context for new consciousness and the opening of occult and magical doors into other dimensions.

But before all that happened, I seemed to have been living the good life in Miami, but I felt unfulfilled. So, I quit my job, sold my house and moved to South America.

On my last day at work someone sneered at me `You're crazy, you've got a good job and free medical. You could retire here. That's a third world country you're moving to.' The next day at 9.p.m, I flew out of Miami airport for South America.

Five years later, I was married with three kids, speaking semi-fluent Spanglish and living in Santiago, Chile. Far from the easy life I was used to in the States, I had a new family, a new culture, a new language and a new style of work that was difficult. Wow had that sneering coworker had been right all along?

One day doing online research for a master's degree program I had begun, I came across an article discussing a drug some people used to help them study. It had never occurred to me a drug might be used for something other than partying.

This master’s degree was really difficult. If there was a specific drug to help me focus and learn faster it was exactly what I needed, I reasoned. What I found was Modafinil, the same drug used by the US Military for their pilots to maintain focus during long bombing missions and its effects are dramatized---and exaggerated---in films like Limitless. At that time in Chile, it was available over the counter, without a prescription.

Still, it did what people said it did. I thought clearly, maintained focus and it allowed me to make incredible mental connections. As I was researching through many different books I found myself coming up with appreciably larger numbers of ideas. I had never experienced this focus or work consistency before Modafinil.

I won't forget the first night I took the smart pill. I swallowed one while I was studying and later went to bed expecting a normal drift into sleep.

That night, in my dreams I went on what I now recognize as a deep and profound astral journey. An astral journey is a journey to the world of the imagination, the entry point I was later to discover of the magical world.

The astral plane, also called the astral world, is a plane of existence postulated by classical (particularly neo-Platonic), medieval, oriental, and esoteric philosophies and mystery religions. It is the world of the celestial spheres, crossed by the soul in its astral body on the way to being born and after death, and is generally believed to be populated by angels, spirits or other immaterial beings. (Wikipedia)

I didn't have the vocabulary or the understanding to know how to conceive or express that idea. This amazing astral journey seemed like a strange anomaly in my dream life and nothing else. Pretty cool, but I blew it off and continued to take the smart drug for two years while I finished my masters.

I had been teaching in a small art school in the states, before I moved south. I am what is known as a visual effects artist. You know all those special effects and little characters you see in commercials and television, the dinosaurs in Hollywood? Everything these days is filled with special effects. Most of the effects, you don't even see. They're hidden. Almost every scene in modern television is riddled with digital pixel replacement by artists creating a false reality, augmenting the real thing to make it seem more fantastic than we feel it to be. It's as if I make my living making an illusory reality, but that did not seem ironic back then.

Since that first astral journey with Modafinil I have discovered reality is much more astonishing than any visual effects could convey. Somehow in human evolution have we lost the ability to perceive and understand who we are, where we are and what we're supposed to do in relation to this astonishing universe around us. Visual effects magic isn't impressive once you've seen real magic.

Months later, I was working on a freelance project which required me to do research in an area I was unfamiliar with. It was around this time I saw a word on some website that was going to change my life forever. It's a word I think of a hundred times a day now. It's a word that sometimes sends shivers down my spine. It's a word that sometimes fills me with joy and elation. It's a word that sometimes fills me with fear. It's a word that when I think about it deeply I can leave my body and travel to other places. I can see things which are invisible, understand the unknowable and it has brought me to realize that our consciousness is much bigger than who we are and who we think we are as humans.

That word is Ayahuasca.

This book is not just about my discovery of this word and what it means but it's about trying to be critical about the change in consciousness that came after my discovery. While I had gone on a search naively for an awakened consciousness, I discovered, once I had made that initial connection, that consciousness took up the slack and came looking for me.

What you seek is seeking you.

(Rumi)

This is what I call the Spell of the Unconscious---The ineffable power and will of the unconscious to follow us into what we consider physical reality.

In much the same way I happened upon Modafinil, I also stumbled upon Ayahuasca. That word will continue to reverberate in mind. My use of this sacred medicine, kept secret in the jungle until the last 50 years, was the beginning of a four year journey. A journey which took me through a host of sacred jungle medicines including, Ayahuasca, Sanango, San Pedro, Sananga, Rapé, Mapocho, Kambo and Mambe. Some of these medicines revealed the truth and others attempted to protect me from it after I discovered it.

My third eye was torn open. I had a kundalini awakening and became aware of the light, divinity, the Elohim and a path to God. I also uncovered demons living within me, pure evil revealed to my sight, ghosts which came to my bedroom to communicate with me or attack me as I slept. I communicated with planetary intelligences, met aliens from Sirius and felt like I was going to lose a grip on reality and end up dead.

Trying to find context for the astonishing magical world revealed, I pursued understanding of that knowledge through an almost obsessive compulsion to read every book of hidden knowledge. From Crowley to Christ, I read anything which might help me slip the wizened grip of evil and accept the revealed truth: a kind of multi-dimensional matrix projection of reality populated by divinity, spirits, and pure evil.

Combining sacred medicines with occult knowledge of Buddhism, tantra, and ceremonial magic can be very dangerous. Is it possible to find a useful context of learning, to share with others or is it a fool who follows this path, walking on the edge of a sword over an abyss?

The Awakening

Part of the practice of many shamans includes going to the underworld to look for spirit allies which are often animals. As part of the practice a shaman might put himself into a trance state then look imaginatively into the darkness of his mind where he might find some kind of doorway or hole dug into the ground. While seemingly imaginary, these symbolic images represent relay points into deeper areas of the subconscious. A good shaman knows this and knows how to enter the spirit world which seems to have its origins in the imagination. Later he learns how to find a guide and to meet a spirit animal which he uses to find lost information or heal his client. (Harner)

In the early days before I discovered the sacred medicines of the jungle, I thought I had gained a sort of spirit guide from the animal kingdom without a shaman, without any real knowledge of anything. Was this the beginning of my journey into the deeper dimensions of the mind and beyond?

After a certain point with my Modafinil usage, I felt my mind was very connected most of the time as if to a channel of information, but it was not well formed and I didn't even think of it as a channel of information at the time. The recommended dosage of Modafinil is 400 milligrams. However, I found this to be a very strong dosage so I was taking much less than a quarter of a tablet per day. My dosage may have been around 30 milligrams per day. I seemed to be sensitive to this drug and it wasn't necessary for me to take huge quantities. This sensitivity manifested in my dreams. I had expansive visionary dreams, but I had no vocabulary to analyze them and I didn't believe in God or the mystical world.

A month previously my dog Bear had died of epilepsy. They say epilepsy feels like an electrical storm in the brain but the drug somehow calms it down. The clouds depart and the heavy waters become calm. I felt sorry for my poor dog lost in the electrical brain storm of epilepsy. It never occurred to me I might one day experience something of a storm of my own.

One night I had a strange dream where my dog returned to me. In the dream, my family was in our fourth floor apartment in Santiago Chile when an earthquake struck and the entire building collapsed. Trapped inside the building covered by large concrete slabs, we couldn't move an inch. My pet dog Bear came bounding through the concrete and seemed to speak telepathically and tell me to follow her with my family. In this wonderful dream memory, as I considered it, my beloved pet had ventured back from the other world beyond death to save my beloved family. I felt warm the next day thinking about that dream. Then for the first time something strange occurred. I wondered if there was some kind of message or if something would happen which I could never have considered---the possibility of mystical experiences in my life. Probably the fact it was this dog I had loved so much came back to tell me the message that convinced me to give this dream more importance than I normally would.

Some people call Chile the earthquake capital of the world. So that week, I told my family about my dream and suggested we have some kind of game plan just in case some crazy event like a massive earthquake occurred. Everybody thought I was crazy myself given my enthusiasm seemed generated by a visit from a ghostly pet. But since the visit in my dreams, I had studied about other earthquakes and I explained to my family the lessons from the Haitian earthquake---you must always find the triangle of safety between furniture. When the roof falls down, you're protected by the pivot of a large piece of furniture from the crushing weight of concrete. It seemed like genius in the unlikely event of a quake.

Other than that, there isn't much you can do to prepare for an earthquake. You can be vigilant. You can have stores of water or food and have an escape plan. For example, our apartment was on the fourth floor with a stairwell of concrete with large decorative concrete slabs. Could they tumble down if the earth started shaking to and fro? Sure! They could fall easily and kill somebody. Part of our plan was stay in the building because trying to escape might be very dangerous.

Two weeks later at three o'clock in the morning, again I had a dream of my dog Bear. It was a nice dream, not scary.