Juan the Chamula Says:
I knew I had to follow the old man's directions and left the path to Oxberlo and headed toward the majestic Chamula highlands. I journeyed into the sunset and then into the growing darkness. Then as I climb to the top of a hill that looked out over the jungle and on to the Gulf far farrd away, I felt as if a hand had taken hold of my shoulder. I knew this was the place to stop and to discover the gift the old man had granted me. I sat down upon a patch of soft grass and emptied the leather pouch into my hand. Resting on my palm was an extremely large purple mushroom of a kind I had never seen nor dreamed could ever be.
As I looked up at the stars and felt the warm gulf breeze brushing smoothly against my cheek, I knew for the first time in my life what I had to do. I put the mushroom in my mouth and swallowed it. Then I waited. I knew something was about to happen, but my setting and my faith in the old man put me at ease. Slowly I noticed the cosmos above me beginning to move. Then I felt as if the great hill upon which I rested had a heart beat. Then all around me I saw orbs of light moving in intricate patterns all around me. I felt myself holding back. I did not want to go into the realm of spirits that I knew lay ahead. Then the old man appeared again, breaking through the orbs of light. He took my hand and I let go.