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The Mystery of the Goddess Aya'


Several years ago I became attracted to the ayahuasca temples. It was part of my search to find a doorway into the mirror worlds. Aya' is a sacred brew from the Amazon used by the shamans as a medicine and also for awareness.

The main component of the ayahuasca brew (DMT) is found naturally in the body, so while governments like to insist it's a drug, most people consider ayahuasca a sacrament, albeit a powerful one. In Brazil it is legal and there it forms part of the ceremonies of the Santo Daime church. In some countries like Switzerland, Holland, and Australia it is semi-legal; in so much as there aren't any seizures of the brew.

In America, where the doctors and the big pharmaceutical companies have everyone under tight control, everything is illegal, but the UDV another ayahuasca church, have won several court cases against the government and the DEA (see below). So in the States ayahuasca rests in limbo for the moment with the legal position still rather unclear.

The Aya' vine has an intelligence of its own. If you take one journey and you wait a year before you take another, the ayahuasca knows where you left off, and it picks up from there. Aya' rest in a rotation through a hyperspace of super knowing, and that knowing has a curriculum of its own. I have the deepest respect for it. I see it as the university of the mother-goddess; the manifestation of the feminine spirit teaching us about her world.

Just as fractals are a mathematical drawing of the spaces between our three dimensions, the goddess Aya' carries you into that same transdimensional gap. Imagine going into this fractal–pick any spot. As you go deeper and deeper, there are more and more fractal pictures, one inside the next. You might be looking at only a few square inches of a picture whose total size could be as large as the entire universe.

The world of Aya' is the same. She is vast. You often travel via the spirit of Aya' into a fractal dome of stunning geometric shapes and then beyond that through ' the gap' into other realities. There transdimensional beings come and find you: angelic healers, helpers, and teachers from another dimension. Often those beings are so far removed from our reality they aren't human at all, but they do seem to have an immense love for us. They are showing us as much as we can take_as much of 'reality' as we can cope with. What we learn is only limited by how much we can let go.

I am not an expert on ayahuasca. But I made sure I suggested it to everyone close to me, as I knew that if they hadn't seen the University of Aya' they wouldn't really have lived. It's very hard to comprehend our place in the nature of things while the human mind keeps the truth of reality from us. Aya' rewires your brain. You are never the same. Once you see it in all its magnificence, you understand.

Whatever your "ism" is, it is bound to be pure BS or mostly BS―sad but true. That is because there aren't any words to properly describe the transdimensional worlds. The reality of them is utterly beyond words, dogma and concepts. No one can tell you what it is like, at best they can offer to take you there so you can see for yourself. Red pill―blue pill, really.

Once you enter and look back, it changes your life. You begin to walk free. You see what you have been laboring under. What you understand is that creation is so vast, so enormous, so magnificent, it's pointless standing on ceremony about anything. All we know for certain is that we know very little.

I was in South America at an ayahuasca temple. It was extraordinary. I had fifteen Aya' journeys, traveling through different worlds, some of which are located below us at a place I call “240-down.”

In the Morph I learned about the inner Matrix, which is a control mechanism populated by discarnate entities that hover close-by. There is also an outer Matrix, which is all those transdimensionals that you can see outside of yourself like say, ghosts, UFOs and spirit beings. There is also world below us that is in the direction I call “240-down.” If you are facing north it is behind you at 240º round a compass past south and close to west. And it's downwards through the floor at about 45º. There is a multidimensional ghoul-world down there. I in was there for a total of about fifty hours over fifteen Aya' nights—brilliant, did I ever learn a lot!

So there is the outer Matrix, and the inner Matrix, which is mostly the evil part of the collective human unconscious, and then there is the myriad of dark worlds at 240-down. It's a dimension of imps and devilish entities and I also saw succubi and incubi, which are known as the spirits of lust; they jump people at night when asleep.* They look very much like Fuselli's famous painting, The Nightmare . Every time I went into the 240-down world it was much like attending a university course. It was all rather formal. I was being shown it all very methodically and in very great detail.


Whatever great beings control the learning in those inner worlds, they don't seem to allow you to proceed very far unless you have a conceptual grip of the celestial and the dark, both sides of the coin. Though some of those inner worlds are very dark they can also be very sculptured and architectural—imagine a room of black marble floor-to-ceiling that has been carved beautifully and yet the room is very ominous and foreboding. It's hard to put into words but the dark has a digital beauty to its ugliness.

Also in 240-down, there is a descending road; it is the road of cruelty. It slides off to the left and below you, curving steeper and steeper as you go along. It's very ugly and the beings down there are very digital and horrific looking. I found it very hard to climb back out, something or someone came and helped me but it still took me about forty-five minutes to make what is actually a very short journey of just a few yards back to the surface. Cruelty to others traps you, after a while you can't get away; you need a very strong person to pull you out. There is something very gravitational about it.

Later on my Aya' journeys I returned to the celestial where I saw visions of the mirror-world that the Kogi call, the aluna. More about that and the celestial next time.

© Stuart Wilde 2006