I wanted to share a story, from when my dd was 14 mo.
I was travelling with some friends in mexico (I travelled from southern Argentina to Quebec overland with my dd) and they decided to drive off a random road into the desert near Real de Catorze.
We ended up in the desert, in an area full of wild peyote. My friends were all really into the idea of taking some, but I was quite reluctant, not because of the drug use, but because I believe that this is a sacred ritual for a lot of tribal people and I wanted to be really respectful to that.
long story short, we all decided to drive to the nearest village to try to get a guide or some sort of guidance. We picked up a local hitchhiker on the way, who sat on the floor of our van, quietly. When he caught sight of my baby, nursing, his eyes widened, and he started talking about the Peyote, he just flat out told us exactly how to find and harvest it and take it and the dosages. The second he was done, the car broke down. We all got out and tried to push, no avail, but once we got the car turned the other direction, it started fine. turned back around towards the village, again broke down. and so on. Then this guy says "you have your path, go back on it, I will walk from here" in a really eerie way.
So, we drove back down to the same place in the desert, and as the sun was going down, walked around collecting peyote. The whole time I was really unsure, and kept asking for a sign to show me what to do, and all the time thinking that I would get a sign to confirm that I shouldn't do this. But every time, I asked or prayed, I stumbled over another peyote (and they werent easy to find, I just ONLY found one right when I asked for a 'sign').
So, as the sun set, we sat in a circle, I was still trying to get the point across that we maybe shouldnt be there in the desert...

In the end, I ate a couple of the buttons after my baby nursed to sleep on the floor next to me.
the trip was amazing, to say the least, especially since I had not touched any drugs, not even alcohol or coffee since long before my pg. But I had this constant feeling of uncertainty.
At some point, I started praying to the Peyotl spirit, something like "I'm really sorry if we're disrespecting your sacred space, I know we're just hippies on a trip..."
Then I was cut off, a kind of ... light being (for want of a better description) came and stood near me, hovering. a VOICE said
you are not respecting our sacred ways, but that is also right, as you are of another tribe and another way. What you do here is not your choice, you are guided to carry this one (and pointed to my sleeping baby)
she is of the line of the ancient medicine woman and HER TRAINING IS STARTING NOW
Then my attention was focussed on my baby's face, and I saw her face change, grow older, like she was evolving backwards... she changed so many times, like a slow metamorphosis, and eventually settled at a face that was truely ancient. a wide, flat nose, low forhead, bulging cheeks, dark skin, hooded eyes. and Wisdom.
Once I got a good glimpse of this face, my consiousness sped down into a kind of tunnel of psychadelic light up to the stars, I relaxed into the trip and enjoyed the rest of the night.
Anyway, this message really stuck with me (obviously) and it was immediately after that my dd started to be, different. She is 3yo, she speaks 5 lanuguages, and words in a few more, she is starting to read and write without me teaching her anything (she taught herself all the alphabet in english and hebrew at 20mo). She knows all kinds of things, she remembers stuff that is uncanny and she has an undeniable talent for healing. (I posted about it earlier on this thread)
I know some people would be shocked at this story (i'm not usually the kind of person to take drugs around my baby, if at all, like I said, I dont even touch alcohol or coffee, and I was even sugar-free for a good long while), but I am convinced that my child (and many others that I have met) are very special.
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