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  1. Hello to new friends that I met at my first TPS meeting today (02/10/18).
    The following poem is what I wrote the day after my Tucson Ayahuasca ceremony last October.
    I wrote this for my family, but the love expressed extends to all my brothers and sisters (to you).

    OCTOBER 8th, 2017
    I had an experience last night during an Ayahuasca ceremony…
    that was so powerful, so profound…
    that I must share it with you.
    It was about the essence of reality.

    I was listening to a guitarist playing…
    and was shown that we are all vibrations…
    just like a guitar string vibrating.

    We come into this world…
    screaming and crying…
    a new vibration is born.

    And when we die…
    the vibration goes silent…
    and then it is all gone.

    Our life is a song…
    that we write…
    all along the way.

    That is why musicians are so special…
    they create the essence of us…
    of what we truly are.

    We hear the music that resonates reflected back to us…
    a celebration of life, a tribute to us…
    our souls rejoice in grace.

    All the drama…
    all of our differences…
    they don’t matter at all.

    They never did…
    they’re just a game…
    one played on earth for all.

    The essence of life…
    the building blocks…
    of this reality.

    Before we die, if we’re lucky…
    then we will get to see…
    the truth about you…
    the truth about me…
    our vibrations we will see.

    As I lay on the desert floor…
    under the star filled night…
    you were shown to me…
    in this form I saw you…
    in this form I saw me.

    I thought of the past…
    I thought of the present…
    and what we had come to be.

    I saw how I had been waiting…
    for a day that was never to come…
    when I could tell you the truth…
    about what I felt for you.

    I thought about my perceptions…
    of faults and flaws in others…
    of faults and flaws in me.

    I thought about how I have waited…
    for an illusion all of those years…
    before I granted redemption…
    but redemption was my own.

    But little did I know…
    that our faults and flaws…
    and all our imperfections…
    are the very same things…
    that make us so perfect…
    that make us so unique.

    They keep us going…
    striving through life…
    to write the next note…
    and strike the next chord…
    and sing our beautiful song.

    In this incredible journey…
    I saw you in your truest form…
    I remembered you, I listened close…
    and saw you playing your song.

    I wish you could see what I got to see…
    when explorers find secrets long gone.
    But I will give you my report now…
    and tell you what else I found.

    I saw how I have been witholding my love…
    my love for you…
    when all you were doing was playing your song…
    and doing nothing wrong.

    I cried and cried and said, “Oh no! Oh God, no!
    That is not what I meant to do…
    You are so perfect, so beautiful…
    so much do I love you.

    You could not have played it more beautifully…
    so perfectly and so true…
    no-one can play it better..
    there’s no-one better than you.

    I thought what a tragedy it would be…
    if I missed my chance to say…
    how much you meant, how much you mean…
    to me, my heart would be torn.

    It happened once before…
    all the pain, the regret I felt…
    I said never again, never again…
    this will happen no more.

    In the blink of an eye we’re gone…
    our vibration and song are gone…
    we are left with only emptiness…
    that we did not sing our song.

    I will not repeat this tragedy…
    of mistakes with the dead and gone…
    when loved ones are here and alive…
    I will tell them while I survive.

    Please forgive me…
    for what I did, for what I’ve done…
    I did not see the blessings…
    of all that was given to me.

    Last night I watched you play your song…
    I saw us all playing our songs…
    oh, what a magnificent masterpiece!…
    creator has given to me.

    I felt such joy and gratitude…
    how did I miss this, I said?
    How did I not see…
    my special gift, my greatest treasure…
    that is what you are to me.

    In the early morning hours…
    over and over again…
    all I could say was…
    oh what a beautiful song…
    oh what a beautiful song…
    oh what a beautiful song.

    As tears of joy flooded down my face…
    how lucky a man I was…
    my purpose was now easy to see….
    I came here to witness perfection and beauty…
    in creation, in you and me.

    I cried out again one more time…
    and repeated over and over…
    I am in awe…
    I am in awe…
    I am in awe…
    I am in awe!

    As I finished my last praise…
    a pack of coyotes started singing…
    they yipped and howled and sang…
    a standing ovation for the creator…
    for what I had just seen.

    I had to write to tell you this…
    of the love I feel for you…
    for you are oh so cherished…
    and I will never forget you.

    You were a gift, you made me grow…
    all of those years I did not know…
    my feelings for you, my gratitude…
    to you that much I owe.

    With love,
    Jared

  2. All paths lead nowhere. All that matters is that you choose a path with heart and follow it with unbending intent, with courage and love. What a beautiful expression, Jared! Thank you.

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