Author: Connie From The Cult, Death Connoisseur

When I awakened, it was the morning of the eighth day since I quit my jobs. Before I even got out of bed, I had started analyzing the meaning of the dream. I saw that the light of day switching to the dark of night within mere moments, symbolized the eclipse, the dark night of…

That night, in the wee hours of the morning of the 12th, I dreamed vividly. And in one of those dreams, I walked under a sunny sky across a parking lot. I followed the man in front of me into a convenience store. Within moments, I realized he worked there and I had just come…

It was April 4th of this year and a few months after that last Ayahuasca ceremony, when I quit my part-time job without a notice and returned supplies to my full-time job to whom I had given a notice even though I couldn’t completely fulfill it. I had explained to each that my body had…

During reflection, that evening after the last Ayahuasca ceremony, I had found myself wondering if I had been the guest of dishonor amidst a coven of “bad” witches. I thought about their solid colored sashes in varying colors. It made me think of martial arts and how the color of the participants’ belts signifies their…

I remember the first time I heard someone on Facebook talking about the witch wound. I felt resonance with the concept. It reminded me of my fear of being thought of as a heretic. See, under the influence of my father’s preaching, I had concluded there was nothing worse a person could be than that….

That kind of vision is not unusual for me. I regularly day dream or night dream the future. And at times, I awaken from my dream while the events are happening in real time. Sometimes, the prophetic or psychic dream, for lack of a better term, are in allegory form and other times they are…

When I was finally alone, I replayed, in my head, every single moment of that Ayahuasca retreat. Whatever I had previously glossed over in real time, I scrutinized during this time of reflection. As I dissected the high strangeness, I kept thinking, No, it couldn’t be. Could it? One thing I knew for sure though,…

Later in the day, after the Ayahuasca ceremony had ended, and after the shaman’s apprentice had joked about us being a cult, the shaman came over to talk. Out of the blue, and with no lead up, he proceeded to tell me a story about how he and his partner helped people who were stuck,…

This story begins with the last time I participated in an Ayahuasca ceremony. I was sick but not with a communicable disease. I had been growing weaker and having a harder time breathing over the prior six months or so but especially recently. At the same time, my pain had also been worsening. I remember hearing my…

IFB stands for Independent Fundamental Baptist. It is the cult into which I was born. Now If you think IFB sounds familiar but aren’t sure, maybe you’ve seen at least one of the viral clips of Greg Locke, the radical, screaming, controversial pastor whose religious roots were founded in the IFB. When I saw that my…