Mushroom Dream Ceremony – A sorcerer’s apprentice guided to the unknown

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June 10, 2012

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The Sorcerer’s Dream is a true story of my initiation into the Native American sorcerer’s tradition. In this book you read unique steps to master the art of lucid dreaming being a road map for the healing of yourself and reaching your totality.
This path is in the tradition of Carlos Castaneda (and others), he described the first line of knowledge, coming from the Toltecs and Aztecs. In this book you can learn more about the feature of the Native American second line tradition: Monumental Beauty.

During my initiation one of the steps was to take magic mushrooms (Psilocybin) in a dreaming ceremony. The mushroom is the outward appearance of the entity Mateeë.
My dreaming teacher Running Deer aka Vidar told me somewhere in the beginning of my apprenticeship that I am a candidate for Mateeë, he announced himself in my dreaming. He would guide me to the unknown; he teaches how to shift your assemblage point. The characteristics of the entity are cosmic love, humor and beauty, he teaches you that this reality is not the only one.

“The encounter with Mateeë will give you intellectual freedom,” Vidar once said “and that’s the opposite of the intellectual arrogance of mankind who claims the door is over there.”

However, you have to be ready to meet the entity, to be guided into the unknown. It can be very dangerous if you don’t have someone to teach and to guide you because you are challenged and confronted with your fears.
Traveling into the boundless unknown, I was confronted with my fears. The experience taught me I had to get rid of my fears and heal myself from my traumas in order to live my life in harmony and freedom.

In this article I share a part of my experience taking Magic Mushrooms in the second (out of three) dreaming ceremony. In my book I explain more about the identity and role of holy mushrooms in the traditional dreaming ceremonies.

Excerpt The Sorcerer’s Dream/ psychedelic experiences
“Sit up straight and look ahead of you,” Vidar says and makes himself comfortable on the couch as he starts drumming.
With single drumbeats he greets the ancestors of the four wind directions and starts hitting faster, the drumming adds a festive start to the evening. It completely absorbs me and I drift away in a relaxed state and connect myself to the subtly changing world around me.
I am flung back in time several centuries. It feels as though we are sitting near a crackling fire underneath the vast starry-sky. Our love is eternal.
The intervals between the drumbeats become longer. First one second, then two, then three seconds and after the last kettledrum Vidar places the drum next to the couch. Silently we watch the medicine hoops. Slowly things become lucid, crystal clear even, as if a heavy fog has lifted. I receive new insights, or are they an expansion of my swirling thoughts? The latest wisdom tells me without blinking why I have the necessary confrontations and why I have been searching all my life.
“You’re too big for this world,” a voice says, giving me wings. My impatience, my irritations, the recent feeling of flying up the walls are caused by living in a limited world. Vidar told me the other day and now I hear it from a different angle.
This encounter is different from the latter. It is in one word sen-sa-tio-nal, I feel mag-ni-fi-cent with long howls, marvelous, delightful. Just plain heaven. Like a bee rolling in honey. This is addictive, I conclude with a growing grin. The first time I blurted out everything that came to mind, but today I am relaxed, no one can touch me.
I get up and something catches my eye! My attention is drawn to a spot in front of me, beneath the red medicine hoop. Drops of ink burst into pieces on the floor. I gasp in amazement, bewilderment and magnificence – all at once. I wet my lips. It is fantastic to see. Vidar sees it too. Intrigued I look at the spectacle that is different after every drop. The drops burst into pieces and quickly run like small insect-like species forward to end up somewhere in nothingness, where the spectacle starts all over again. I could watch this for the rest of my life. I lean forward further and further, if I watch carefully, minute little worms crawl up from the floor, they are taken by a glue-ish transparent liquid gliding across the floor in a flowing movement. It is so amazing; I am little more than a junk, because I only want more.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” I rave with a hiccup and a laugh. Vidar looks and watches me like a happy father taking his child to the movies for the first time.
“I’m always in this mood and you are learning to do this on your own,” he says satisfied.
I am not waiting for his comments, they disturb me, I just want to enjoy myself carelessly. With great effort I force myself to look whether there is more going on around me. Rapidly I first look to the left and then to the right beneath the other medicine hoops. I look again. To my utter amazement,
I discover there is nothing happening around me and I yell, “It’s only happening here!” Embarrassed I start laughing at the same time.
“Correct,” Vidar says dry.
I laugh even harder. What does he know? With squinted eyes I look again to the left, and to the right and then in front of me beneath the red medicine hoop and wonder why it is only happening there. Only when I question it aloud, I realize it is nonsense. Effortlessly, Vidar shifts to my perspective, which I found out later when he says that at that particular moment I separated reality from my totality. He saw that I saw the space surrounding the red medicine hoop had been fixated. What a gift. I easily separated reality without having to do anything in return.
“Have you tried closing your eyes?” Vidar asks, trying to excite me for something new.
Irritated, I ignore his suggestion, and at the same time, I am annoyed with myself because I am unable to speak without that hiccupping giggle. Once more Mateeë is tickling me with a feather somewhere down in my chest.
“There’s enough to see here,” I grin dutifully.
Fascinated I balance in a lotus position on the tip of the couch. The insect-like-species lead by a current of glue. Where are they going? No show is a match for this spectacle. Do I dare leave this beautiful world and close my eyes? If only I could put it on hold.
Hesitating, I close my eyes. “Ooooh wow,” I sigh.
The beautiful three-dimensional image of a voluptuous dancer who is about to turn a pirouette, swirling her hands elegantly above her head is awe-some. She has a round face, a tight page-haircut and a short skirt wrapped around her muscular thighs. The image consists of fine horizontal and vertical lines against a dark purple background. Tiny orange diagonal squares shine through like the lights of a Chinese lantern. It reminds me of Fifties Art and the dancer looks as if she has just walked out of one of Chagall’s paintings. Like a camera on a moving tripod, I watch the image from every angle.
“Incredibly pretty. What beauty,” I keep saying.
“You’re looking at your own beauty,” Vidar says, as the love oozes from him like honey.

© Alysa Braceau, Dreamshield

The Sorcerer’s Dream, A true story of initiation into the Native American sorcerer’s tradition by Alysa Braceau, Dreamshield. The author gives us a glimpse into the very real world of lucid dreaming and astral projection. Her direct experiences with a modern day mystic, Running Deer, takes the work of Castaneda one step further. In The Sorcerer’s Dream, she reveals unique steps to mastering lucid dreaming and traveling to the unknown.

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About Alysa Braceau
Alysa Braceau, Dreamshield, lives in the Netherlands (Europe), she is mother of a 7-year old daughter. She studied social legal studies and the passed ten years she is a (freelance) journalist and publisher. Besides that she has a healing practice and gives workshops about the Art of Dreaming.
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