When you reach the top of the mountain, you keep going. The path keeps unfolding—it is the path that never began, the path that has no end. Enlightenment—so what? The world still turns.

Ayahuasca does not bring enlightenment. If this assumption were true, many people who drink medicine would be liberated. They are not. Real enlightenment is free of seeking—it is the inward turning to realise that which does not turn, to see that which can not be seen.

Some come to the medicine with a list of demands, hoping to gain or improve—but what if there is no separate self to perfect? The path of realisation is not self-enhancement, but seeing through the illusion of self altogether. It begins by relaxing the tightness of identification and listening deeply to what presence reveals.