I am chewing on small measured bits of a traditional psychedelic herbal blend every few minutes... the effects will heighten, and then fade, heighten and fade..... this rhythm expands my consciousness, in concentric circles, and I begin to see intersecting dimensions form around me.
The space I occupy is fire-lit, warm, and brimming with ritually created sculptures, tapestries, and musical instruments. It feels as though this little home is built into the side of a hill, as one window shows layers of earth, and the other shows the dusky sky.
I am the village's master dream interpreter. In this dream, I am adept at the art, and the body of generational indigenous knowledge is accessible to me.
I am preparing for a very special guest to arrive so that I can teach her this practice... it is my Mother (from my current life). She comes in and stands near the entrance looking nervously around the room.
My tools are small handmade clay totem animals that I arrange on a colorful spiral patterned rug in different configurations in order to communicate with them, and have them communicate with each other. I carefully explain this to my Mother.
She looks very disturbed, since none of this is part of her waking paradigm, and might even threaten some of her beliefs.
I pray that she will keep an open mind and accept what I will show her.