I figured I ought to write about the first time I saw the old woman (or one incredibly similar) that appeared by my bedside last night.
Early 2006 I was preparing to travel to Oaxaca to meet with a shaman woman to eat mushrooms and voyage together. The whole thing was going to be filmed for a documentary on plant medicine. It was about two weeks before my flight.
I was asleep when I felt strange and woke up. I needed to pee. So, I got out of bed. My husband, at the time, was still asleep. I walked over the the restroom, did my thing, and was walking back to bed when I noticed an old woman standing in between my bed and myself.
She was tiny. Indigenous Mexican. Her hair was long and braided on either side of her head. She was wearing a traditional dress, an apron, and a shawl. She was staring at me. I just stood there, kind of in shock because I wasn't dreaming, and that was sure.
She walked towards me, lifted her hands to my lower belly, and shot a huge surge of golden colored electric-like energy into my abdomen. I fell backwards, hit the bookshelf, knocked all the books onto the floor, and hit the ground myself.
My husband got up and ran over, helping me back into bed. He was worried that I was sleep walking, but I wasn't. I told him about the woman, and he was totally weirded out. I just fell back to sleep completely exhausted, but he stayed up watching.
The next morning I spoke with the director of the documentary and described what happened, and the woman, to him. He said it sounded like the shaman woman I was supposed to meet with. When I did finally meet her, I told her about the dream, through translators of course. She only spoke Mixtec.
She gave me a strange look, and then wouldn't really talk about it with me. The mushrooms didn't really affect me. I didn't have any visions. Amongst other things, she apparently told the director that I didn't need her help, I was fine to voyage on my own. But she wouldn't approach the subject of that dream with me.