As I pray, I can feel the acidic sludge churning in my stomach, like a snake, writhing it’s way down, deeper and deeper into my intestines… Unexpectedly, and without the consultation of my rational mind, my prayer morphs into a new intention:

Please Mother Ayahuasca, help me heal my gut.

Later in the evening, I would learn exactly why this shift occurred.

In the following post I will take a look ‘under the hood’ of my own biology, and demonstrate how a complex web of interactions began undermining my mental and physical wellbeing.

The truth is, nothing “died inside of me.” No, on the contrary, something was very, very alive. A thriving colony of dysbiotic bacteria, feasting on and mis-digesting my food intake, themselves belching sulphorous, malodorous gases that caused intense discomfort inside me.