A few years back on the winter solstice in an ayahuasca ceremony, I was broken down. I had a horrid journey, snakes and demons snapping at me all night long. I struggled to retain consciousness, I kept drifting off and then waking up to entities all over me, in my face. I couldn't stay with the medicine. Without some consciousness we can't work with what is presented. I was sweating, I was purging loudly and disturbing the group.
In the previous months I had experienced great breakthroughs and went into ceremony with the expectation that this would be an end of year finale for me, set me up all rosy for the New Year. How wrong I was.
I experienced one of the most important and transformational nights of my life.