Article by Ralph Miller

There is a gathering that is happening across the planet right now. People from all walks of life are becoming aware of new purpose and inner creativity in an extraordinary way. In the midst of wars, serious environmental problems, fundamental religious mania, energy concerns and political nausea, something truly beautiful is happening. People are waking up and remembering something hidden within their hearts.

The lotus blooms in the mud.

Ayahuasca is a plant medicine that helps us remember a place within that is long forgotten. It strips away ego behaviors that have enslaved us, and allows us to return to our source.

The current human condition has to do with the condition of individual humans. We have all been trying to survive. In order to survive we created an egocentric idea of ourselves that we think is stronger, more capable, and smarter than who we feel we really are. The ego has asserted itself as a false self, while our true nature lay hidden and forgotten.

The only way back to your higher self is to agree to let go of any notion of who you think you are and be willing to make the journey back. This process assails the ego. Shamanic traditions refer to this as the death of ego. Ideas of self-importance fall away naturally. They become irrelevant. The Ayahuasca medicine helps us to find the way back. It is nature’s teacher.

People come to the Ayahuasca temple in Brazil from all walks of life. Many of them have a deep sense of an undiscovered destiny. This destiny has to do with what will ultimately give their life true meaning. Some feel that they will become healers. Others know they have something to teach.

by Ralph Miller

Steven King, in an interview, was once asked about the source of his inspiration for all of his lurid tales. The article was really very enlightening, and his response to the question has always stayed with me. He responded by talking about the wolf hour. He described the wolf hour as the times when you wake up in the middle of the night with an absolute chilling feeling of being alone.

When you have a true sense of your complete aloneness; you are almost always confronted with death itself.

You would love to wake your wife, partner, girlfriend who is sleeping soundly next to you, but you don't; or if you live alone you would love to call your best friend on the phone. Just as that thought comes into your head, you are looking at the clock radio as it flips over to 4:17am (can't call George this early …), and the cold of your loneliness (death?) brings a new rebounding wave of its chill.