Ayahuasca

In the center of the hut sat a clay pot containing a bitter, mud-like brew of Banisteriopsis caapi and Psychotria viridis . When it was her turn, Elena stepped forward. The liquid was thick and metallic on her tongue. "Trust the medicine," the shaman whispered.

The smoke of mapacho tobacco drifted through the thatched maloca , heavy and sweet. Elena sat cross-legged on a thin mattress, her heartbeat echoing the rhythmic shaking of the shakapa —a bundle of dried leaves—held by the shaman. She had traveled to this remote corner of the Amazon not for a vacation, but for a reckoning. Ayahuasca

Video: All the Time in the World: An Artist’s Awakening with Ayahuasca In the center of the hut sat a