Dancing with the Frog: A Journey of Kambo-Induced Transformation
Encounter One.
With respect, I approach you, mighty medicine of the jungle.
I sit before you, Kambo. A quiver of fear trembles in my veins, yet within me, a foundation of fortitude remains unshaken.
Every inhale and exhale connects me to the present moment, attuning myself to your imminent, potent influx.
I stand vulnerable, yet receptive, yearning for the wisdom you may bestow. Guide me in shedding my former self, the hindrances and chains that bind me from blossoming into my fullest potential.
With a blend of anxiety and intrigue, I await your transformational touch.
Our first communion, however, was a tug of war between my fear and my resolve. The bitter truth of my inability to submit completely became evident. I grappled with my defenses, shielding me from the unsettling sensation of illness.
Slowly, I eased into the ceremony, my resistance gradually ebbing, inviting your profound influence to pervade my entire being. Despite the internal urge to purge, I was stifled, the release elusive.
The dulcet strums of Sergio Saenz's guitar, my dear friend, provided a nurturing cadence, a celestial beacon on my journey.
A lyrical wisdom, a gentle whisper in my ear, “Don’t you know that it’s all about letting go.”
A clash unfolded within me as Kambo snaked its path through my bloodstream. My heart pounded with intensified rhythm. My skin blazed, my limbs heavy as lead. The encroaching nausea was a formidable foe... but I knew I must let go.
Finally, the dam broke free, waves of purging swept through me. Powerful torrents of sickness leapt fourth, cleansing my very essence.
Release my bond to comfort, relinquish the struggle against the inner turmoil. Perhaps it is here, amidst this tempest, I could discover a bolder, braver version of myself.
A revelation dawned – endurance was not the sole battle, surrender was its equal. In willingly yielding, the ordeal became a poignant tapestry of my journey, each thread imbued with vibrant presence.
A final, forceful bout of vomit gushed into the bucket as the medicinal imprint was lifted from my skin.
An ethereal lightness draped over me, and I reclined, letting the harmonic melody be my guide.
Kambo and I had crossed paths. I had endured, I had triumphed.
Encounter Two.
With the first ordeal behind me and a newfound understanding of Kambo’s symphony within my body, I primed myself for the second sit.
Rakel Saenz, my ceremonial guide, ignited a small stick, gently pressing it against my left arm. A sharp “pop” echoed as she imprinted an exposed dot of skin.
Four dots, parallel to the previous four, marked my renewed pact.
The portals were now open, it was time to accept the medicine.
She revealed a fresh batch of Kambo, a gift straight from the heart of the Amazon rainforest.
Pure Kambo medicine – sourced sustainably, echoing the harmony and respect for the spirit of the frogs.
Embracing the imminent journey, I yielded myself to the medicine's transformative power.
Gently, Rakel brushed the cool frog venom onto each dot.
Barely a minute had passed, when I felt the initial stirrings of the medicine's grip.
My heartbeat quickened, pulsing a relentless tempo, echoing the accelerated flow of life within me.
I held onto my breath, my anchor in the raging storm, sitting upright in meditative submission.
Gradually, I could feel my face swell. My skin, pliant and animated, stretched away from the bone. An odd sense of pleasure accompanied this discomfort. The more I submitted to the medicine, the more my face bloomed.
I let go, entrusting myself to the journey. I allowed the medicine to conduct its symphony within me.
Once my organs had detoxed, a surge of toxins swarmed my stomach, the urge to purge surged forth. And so, with a grand release, I relinquished it all into my bucket. Subsequent waves of purging ensued.
Kambo navigated me into the deeper realms of my body's awareness, a heightened consciousness of my fluids. The act of presence was a spotlight on every contraction, every expansion, amplifying the entire experience.
The less I resisted discomfort, sickness, the more attuned I became with the symphony of sensations.
As I laid back, the medicine was lifted from my arm, the bare skin bathed in dragon's blood, a balm to soothe and heal…
Encounter Three.
Our first meeting was under the spell of the full moon, while our final communion was cradled in the arms of the new moon.
The celestial alignment felt magical, augmenting the healing power of the three-week long dance with the frog medicine.
This ceremony seemed to speed along. I was more familiar with the ebb and flow of the process now. Once the portals were opened, and the medicine applied, I surrendered myself to the unfolding narrative.
My face began to swell again... I adjusted my posture on the pallet to find comfort, aware of the imminent disquiet brewing within my belly.
When the time arrived, I surrendered myself to the medicine's crescendo, purging all the remnants I'd been clinging onto, every fiber of my being convulsing with the intense release.
After several bouts of purging… I laid back. A sense of pride welled within me... I was enveloped in the beauty of Sergio's music.
Tears cascaded down my cheeks. Tears born of gratitude for this transformative journey. For the accessibility to such profound medicine like Kambo, and for the people who guided me - Sergio & Rakel.
Gracias, Kambo. Thank you for your wisdom. Thank you for this profound journey.
I stand humbled by your teachings.
You unveiled a hidden reservoir of strength I didn’t know resided within me. You unshackled me from what was holding me back - physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
Thank you for the blessing of your presence.
I eagerly anticipate our next meeting.
Echoes of the Amazon: A Mark of Transformation
Each dot serves as a silent testament to the profound journey of healing and self-discovery. They are not mere scars, but badges of honor, signifying a brave dance with the mighty Kambo medicine.
Reflections
A week has transpired since our last encounter, and the echoes of Kambo’s impact continue to ripple within me.
Initially, it was difficult to pinpoint the changes.
Yet, now they’re palpable:
A surge in self-confidence & ability to speak my truth
Greater self-awareness, and ability to spot old limiting patterns
A dramatic revitalization in my energy levels
An enhanced enthusiasm for life
A deeper wellspring of inner strength, endurance, and resilience
An empowering disregard for others' perception of me
An established self-trust and self-knowing
A heightened sensory awareness of my body
Mental clarity, a consistent flow state
Enhanced creativity
I find myself better equipped to grapple with life's challenges.
A renewed passion kindles within me.
A zest to embrace life and offer my unique gifts to the world around me.
A gratifying sense of contentment has rooted itself within me.
I harbor a deeper appreciation for Mother Earth, her creatures, and her healing elixirs.
My soul has been ignited, primed for a life steeped in purpose.
This free-flowing narrative was penned to encapsulate the raw essence of the experience.
Thanks for the dance Kambo!