The Second Ceremony: Midday

Renewed Spiritual Outlook

My second ceremony happened about three months after my first one. After that initial experience, I felt much clearer about my life. I had a new sense of spirituality, and it made me believe that there's a higher power guiding everything in the background. This feeling changed the way I lived my life.

Challenges and Changes

Before my second ceremony, things were tough for me. My relationship was ending, and I had made the decision to move to Miami for a new job. When I think about that year, with the challenges of COVID, the ceremony, relocating to Miami, and starting a new job, I can see that I was going through a time of enormous change.

It was a confusing period for me. I was beginning to discover how to assert myself and see myself differently, which had an immediate impact on my life. At the time, I wasn't certain if I felt the calling to embark on another journey, but as things unfolded, I ended up participating in a group ceremony.

Group Ceremony Dynamics

At first, the idea of participating in a group ceremony with total strangers made me nervous. I couldn't help but think that some of these people might have faced even more challenging journeys than mine, and I wondered if they'd question my presence at the retreat.

I recall taking an Uber ride to the shaman's house, and during the journey, I kept noticing Jewish symbols everywhere—on passing cars, trucks, and buildings along the way. It felt like this experience would have a strong Jewish influence, which made sense since the ceremony coincided with the Jewish festival of Sukkot. The religious presence was palpable that day.

Our group consisted of about 7 or 8 people, including me, and there were two shamans this time. The first shaman was the same one from my previous ceremony, and the second was a new shaman—an older woman with blonde hair and blue eyes who exuded an angelic aura. The ceremony began outdoors with a smudging ritual to cleanse lingering energies and ground us in the present moment.

Opening Rituals and Intentions

The shamans instructed us to form a circle as we prepared for the opening rituals and speeches that would set the tone for the day. During one of the speeches, a woman joined our group late, and her presence immediately captivated me. She seemed to radiate strength and confidence, qualities I admired. Despite her tardiness, she apologized and took her place in the circle.

After the shamans concluded their speeches, they encouraged us to share a bit about ourselves and what we hoped to achieve during the ceremony. I mentioned my intention to continue healing from my first experience and delve deeper into this new spiritual world I had discovered. As the sharing went around, it eventually reached the woman who had arrived late. She opened up about dealing with her father's passing while also battling cancer herself.

Divine Presence and Visions

With our intentions shared, the shamans began reciting prayers to truly open the space for the medicine and the ceremony to commence. Similar to the first ceremony, we offered prayers to each direction, seeking guidance from the universe. We all sat, and the shamans distributed the first dose of medicine, which, in my case, was a heart-opening kind (MDMA).

In the initial hour, the same divine presence I had encountered in my previous ceremony made a return, but this time, it began the conversation with a playful note, mentioning that He was taking a day off and wouldn't linger for too long. Soon after, I delved into a series of profound visions.

Mystical Encounters and Messages

The first vision placed me inside a plane in the midst of a dramatic crash. I watched in serene stillness as the plane descended from the sky and plunged into the ocean. Subsequently, I witnessed my own body being circled by hungry sharks, all while maintaining a peculiar sense of calm and naiveté. A light, humorous voice chimed in, asking, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I found myself agreeing; it was indeed a remarkably tranquil experience.

We swiftly transitioned to another scene. I found myself atop a towering mountain, shrouded in foreboding storm clouds. These clouds coalesced into a specific area, giving rise to the emergence of God in the form of a colossal, translucent being. Lightning danced within his see-through form, and in his left hand, he held the Tabernacles, fashioned from pure sapphire—an uncanny reflection of my father's garment. It was an awe-inspiring encounter that left me profoundly moved.

As he moved forward, a path of sapphire bricks unfurled beneath his feet, a breathtaking sight. With each step, he approached another figure on the mountain. Watching from a distance, I realized that it was God meeting with Moses, handing him the Tabernacles as described in the Old Testament. Moses accepted this divine gift and began his descent from the mountain.

God, now standing beside me, and I observed Moses making his way down. Unexpectedly, God let out a sneeze, causing Moses to lose his footing and shatter the sacred Tabernacles into two pieces. I turned to God, surprised but with a smile on my face, wondering why that had happened. He met my gaze with a chuckle and a shrug, as if to say, "What? Something felt off about that version and I needed some time to make a few more edits and it will be perfect." We both burst into laughter at the unexpected twist.

Insightful Conclusions and Reflections

The scene quickly transitioned to another setting. Here, I witnessed a disguised king walking through the ancient streets of Jerusalem, immersed in the everyday life of the city. During his stroll, he stumbled upon a struggling family consisting of three children, a father, and a mother. Their poverty and need for food moved the king profoundly as he observed their plight with deep empathy and sadness.

After his stroll, he returned to his castle and promptly retreated to his chambers. There, by a desk near the window, he began penning a heartfelt poem in a notebook. I could feel the purity and profound sadness pouring out of him and into the words he inscribed. He directed his emotions towards God, seeking divine assistance for the impoverished family. As he finished, he marked the poem with the number 26 and added it to a larger collection.

"King David expressed his emotions to me in such a pure and heartfelt manner through his poems," God remarked. It became clear that each of David's poems carried the unadulterated essence of his emotions and his pleas to God for help.

God soon conveyed that it was time for his departure. We shared a warm hug, bidding farewell. As I watched him walk away, another participant from the ceremony and the new angelic shaman approached me. I opened my eyes to her voice and was greeted by a radiant woman, gleaming white hair and her eyes a crystal light blue. As I gazed into her eyes, I glimpsed her origin.

Her soul was one of the first that God ever brought into existence. From her perspective, I witnessed how God created these initial souls as part of his experimental endeavor. "I did it!" God exclaimed; his joy palpable as he danced with raised hands.

However, he suddenly paused. "Wait..." he mused, turning to the first batch of souls who appeared as mere balls of radiant light. "Hmm... you all can't stay here; it wouldn't be sustainable." Thus, he began shaping a domain for these souls, a place to call their own.

As he worked, he noticed the souls standing in stillness, watching him. To provide them with some form of entertainment during their wait, God conjured a breathtakingly intense lightning storm before them as a distraction.

My consciousness then journeyed across various timelines, witnessing this shaman's reincarnation in different centuries, where she assumed roles as a healer, priest, and shaman. I zoomed in on ancient Greece, where I found myself working alongside her as a priest in a dimly lit temple. We wore robes and hooded cloaks, moving about the room and smudging it as attendees partook in their own ceremonies.

Returning to the present, I saw her smiling. I glanced at a fellow attendee who seemed to be seeking some form of healing from me. In that moment, I sensed a profound sadness emanating from him. It was a longing to reclaim his youth, a fear that no one would love him as he grew older, as though his sense of security and love were tied to his youth.

Struggling to speak or move, all I could see was a piece of parchment with the words "You're cool" being written, an attempt to convey to this hurting soul that everything would be okay. I wanted to reassure him that the essence he believed

was leaving with his youth remained within him, simply taking on a different form now.

Continued Journey of Enlightenment

I landed back from the vivid visions and rose from my sleeping bag, stretching and taking in the serene surroundings. Peace and life filled the air. Curious about my fellow participants, I scanned the area and spotted the woman who had previously captured my attention, sitting with the shaman in the gazebo. Without hesitation, I approached her and the shaman, asking if it was alright to join them in conversation. They graciously agreed, and I took a seat in front of her.

Vision of Past Connections

As I settled in, I began to perceive an unusual sensation—a ray of light seemed to radiate from her, momentarily blurring my vision, like when the sun reflects off a shiny surface into your eyes. This light appeared to emanate from her, and as I focused on it, a peculiar vision unfolded.

I saw two rows of people standing on either side of her, as if she were the apex of a triangle. It felt as though these were the souls she had been connected to in her past or those whose energy she had influenced. Two elderly women stood near her shoulders, and one of the souls from the right side moved to the forefront. This soul paused respectfully before the two elderly souls.

Revelation from Ancient Times

As I turned my attention to this soul, a vision materialized—a vision of a majestic and resilient queen. She explained that in ancient times, when Romans inhabited Italy, numerous villages and cities operated as separate states. Each had its own king and queen to govern. She revealed her frustration toward her husband, a known weak king, stemming from her perpetual role as the strong one.

She then shared that during those times, a group of kings would travel to various villages, approaching the local rulers in a spirit of friendship. Their aim was to explain to the village's king that there were reports of bandits moving through the lands, offering protection from these supposed bandits for a substantial fee. If a king refused to pay, they would later return and attack the village themselves, revealing that they were the bandits they had warned about.

Insights and Reflections

In her story, those kings arrived at her village and met with her husband, the reigning king. They had a friendly meeting and presented the same old story, to which he politely and almost childishly refused. As he left their tent, the group of bandit kings burst into laughter, mocking the weakness of the king they had just met.

After the exchange, they shared parting words and went their separate ways. In this vision, I appeared to follow the leader of the bandit kings. I trailed him back to his tent, which had been constructed with walls made of clay, creating distinct rooms. Inside, I saw him embrace his wife and tenderly kiss his son on the forehead. He then made his way to a bathroom with a makeshift clay sink and a small mirror, reminiscent of a modern bathroom.

As he washed his face and gazed at himself in the mirror, his smile gave way to a serious expression, and he began to speak to himself. "We can laugh at that weak king all we want, but we all know she's truly in charge, and she's going to break us if we fight against her," the king muttered.

I entered another vision and witnessed the king and queen of the village hosting a tournament and celebration. The queen actively participated, watching and even engaging in wrestling matches, earning the admiration and respect of everyone.

Closing Thoughts and Future Directions

As I returned to the present, back in the gazebo with the woman from the ceremony, the soul requested that I convey a message to her. It expressed frustration at always having been the strong, resilient one, desiring a strong king by her side to care for her. The soul urged her to refrain from dating men who were weak and emphasized the importance of finding someone strong.

In a vision, the soul showed me a massive cliff being relentlessly battered by colossal waves. The woman represented the unyielding mountain, and the soul wanted her to find a partner as strong and enduring as the waves crashing against her.

Back in reality, the woman shared her ongoing struggle with relationships, where she often felt that the men she dated weren't strong enough; leaving her to assume the role of caretaker. She expressed her true desire for a partner who could care for her instead. She explained that she had come to the ceremony seeking answers about her current relationship and felt that this insight was a valuable starting point.

I expressed my gratitude for her openness, rose from my seat, and returned to my sleeping bag.

End of Ceremony Reflections

I laid down, closing my eyes, feeling drained of energy after that intense session. However, I couldn't help but sense someone walking by me repeatedly, stopping, their gaze fixed on me, and then their footsteps would recede, only to return moments later. I opened my eyes and found myself locking gazes with another attendee. As I peered into her eyes, much like my prior experiences, I was struck by a radiant light. This time, though, there was only one tiny baby soul crawling beside her. I understood that God had just created her, and she was part of this new cohort of souls.

I didn't say much about what I was witnessing, but I did reassure her that God cherished and cared for his newborn souls deeply, and she needn't fear. She then explained her struggle to look at me, sharing that every time she attempted to meet my gaze, she was blinded by rays of sunlight emanating from my being.

I wasn't quite sure how to respond, so I simply offered a smile and thanked her for the message. With that, I closed my eyes and reclined on the mat, patiently waiting for the medicine to exit my system and for the ceremony to conclude.

As the night descended and fellow attendees began departing, I found myself in the company of two participants—a married couple who had clearly been on a profound journey together for many years. Their seasoned demeanor and extensive experience with plant medicine were evident.

In our conversation, I shared a bit about my experiences during the day. I mentioned how, in preparation for my second ceremony, I had been meditating daily and praying to God, seeking a return to that silent, transcendent space where we first met during the initial ceremony.

I had also noticed various signs from the universe pointing me towards breathwork. For instance, during a job interview, the interviewee mentioned that he had recently started practicing breathwork, even though I hadn't brought it up. Additionally, I came across a mention of breathwork in a book on ancient Jewish mysticism, where Kabbalists in Safed incorporated it into their practices.

Now, in the company of this experienced couple, I decided to inquire about breathwork. Their immediate response was to recommend an instructor named Gina and provide me with her contact information. I began to envision my next ceremony—a breathwork ceremony.

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