I didn’t realize things were trends when I was becoming interested in them.
As I continuously looked outside of myself for answers about myself, this journey led me to a woman who offered sessions telling clients about their soul portraits (their home planet, gifts, purpose, challenges in this life). I starved for information about WHO AM I? WHERE AM I FROM? WHY AM I HERE? In typical Jessica fashion, I read a sentence or 2 on her website, then quickly booked a session (and it was pricey). I needed answers NOW. ​

This is a bit of a continuation from my blog on My First Night on Ayahuasca. Some of the people I met at The Aya Retreat I went to seemed to have some spectacular experiences on the medicine there. Some felt only love, others talked to large preying mantises, and some felt cured of alignments like anxiety. ​

I kneeled before an Ayhauscero on a Monday night in Guanacaste, Costa Rica.
It was a warm night.
I love warm nights with a hint of humidity and a moon so bright and big it’s almost a dream.
I had just waited behind a line of people who have all carefully picked out what mattress they would call home for the night to kneel in front of a man who was about to blow rapee’ (raap-eh) up my nose. ​