You demand more medicine. You say you need something much much stronger. The shaman leads you into a cave. The cave is a shamanistic drug lab. naked men with heavy ear rings distorting lobes. They pound nuts and roots with mortars. Women chew purple orange plants and spit the mulch into long wooden plates. The urine of goats feed only on a rare and toxic mushroom is caught in clay jars. At the end of the twisting tunnels is a great cauldron where everything is mixed and boiled night and day to the throbbing deep prayer songs older then human civilization. From the bottom of the cauldron comes a thick sticky past of extract. To get from plant state to his sticky heavy tar it takes months but a constant supply is renewed to keep the process churning. The substance is called Oloah Ech teolo. The minds of God. Shaman hooks a small fragrant chunk with a small thin stick. He ignites it with a red coal he holds in his bare hands. He holds the resin under your nose and you inhale the deep deep violet citrus scent. A vibration starts in your balls and it ascends your spine to your head and you are suddenly tripping like never before and laughing and laughing. Flashes separate vivid memories seen in extreme detail. And as you watch events all over the range of your life, including forgotten pre-language baby days you connect dots and learn things with a wonderful joyful depth of understanding. All your past hang ups melt away and when you do you trip that you are wondering in a lush paradise that is a better then perfect fantasy version of your childhood back yard. Every detail so vibrant and bright. You seem to wander for days in this state before waking up.
Many wrinkles and tension tightenings have left your face. You look like your three years younger now!