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This kind of encounter with a seeming spirit of iboga is a typical vision produced by the Bwiti sacrament. In many accounts, people describe meeting a primordial African couple in the jungle. Sometimes the iboga spirit manifests as a ball of light that speaks to the baanzi, saying, Do you know who I am? I am the Chief of the World, I am the essential point! Part of my trip took the form of an interview that was almost journalistic. I could ask direct questions of Mr. Iboga and receive answers that were like emphatic, telegraphed shouts inside my head even in my deeply stoned state, I managed to scrawl down many of the responses in my notebook.
I asked Mr. Iboga what iboga was. I was told simply:
PRIMORDIAL WISDOM TEACHER OF HUMANITY!
Later, my personal faults and lazy, decadent habits were replayed for me in detail. When I asked what I should do, the answer was stern and paternal:
GET IT STRAIGHT NOW!
This ideal of straightness, uprightness, kept returning during the trip a meaningful image for me, as I suffer from scoliosis, a curvature of the spine. When other faults were shown to me that seemed rather petty and insignificant, I tried to protest that some of these things really didnt matter. Iboga would have none of it, insisting:
Iboga told me that I had no idea of the potential significance of even the smallest actions. I reviewed some events in my life and my friends lives that seemed bitterly unfair. Yet in this altered state, I felt I could sense a karmic pattern behind all of them, perhaps extending back to previous incarnations. Iboga affirmed this, dictating:
GOD IS JUST!
Delivered with great force and minimalist precision, these insights might have been manifestations of my own mind, but they seemed like the voice of an other. Generally, I never think in such direct terms about God, and primordial wisdom teacher is not my syntax.
During the night, I had numerous visions and ponderous metaphysical insights. I seemed to fly through the solar system and into the sun, where winged beings were spinning around the core at a tremendous rate. Up close, they looked like the gold-tinged angels in early-Renaissance paintings. At one point, I thought of humans as an expression of the Gaian Mind, the Earths sensory organs and self-reflective capacities, at the planets present state of development. If we are changing quickly right now, I considered, it is only because the Earth has entered an accelerated phase of transformation, forcing a fast evolution in human consciousness.
The loud buzzing sound that ibogaine produced seemed to be something like a dial tone, as if the alkaloid was in itself a device for communicating on a different frequency from the usual one. Thinking of my girlfriend and our child, I realized that I was lucky YOU ARE LUCKY! Iboga echoed. I felt tremendous, tearful gratitude that I had been given a chance to live and love, to explore and try to understand so many things.
As I do so often these days, I pondered the terrible state of the world wars and terrors and environmental ruin. I saw sheets of radioactive flame devouring cities, huge crowds reduced to cinders. I asked Mr. Iboga if this was going to be the tragic fate of humanity. The answer I received was startling and reassuring:
EVERYTHING IS SAFE IN GODS HANDS!
This message has stayed with me; it has alleviated much paranoia and anxiety. While tripping, I decided that Mr. Iboga was a form of enlightenment, like a Buddha, who had chosen a different form, as a plant spirit rather than human teacher, to work with humanity, imparting a cosmic message of tough love. I asked if Iboga would consider incarnating as a person, and the answer I got was, basically, ALREADY DID THAT! implying that, in some previous cycle, he had passed through the perilous stages of evolution we are now navigating. I also came away from this trip with the suspicion that iboga was the original inspiration for the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil in the biblical tale. The plants placement in equatorial Africa, cradle of humanity, would support this idea, as well as its sobering moral rectitude. The good and evil iboga reveals is not abstract but deeply personal and rooted in the character of the individual.