My first look into the maya occurred about 6 months ago and it has since led me on a very eventful journey of pattern recognition, culminating with a trip in the moab desert last weekend. I ingested some lsd when we got back to our campsite while it was still day time. I had taken this same dose before and while there are the normal pulses of light I had never seen anything that was not there. Before dark I was staring at this tree in the desert and what I believed at the time to be a hallucination appeared to me. The tree shifted and became what I can only describe as some type of elemental spirit. It was a bipedal form but looked more like a wider/shorter sasquatch made out of plants than a human. Instead of fur it seemed to be composed of desert grass. There were eyes but they were hollow, They did not go the whole way through the head, I could see blades of grass at the back. This lasted for about a minute. I quickly looked away, looked back, and it was simply a tree again. I brushed this off as a random visual but it struck me as very strange because of the past lack of similar sights on the same dosage. The day pressed onward into night and another significant occurrence took place. At the time I had no idea what the event held within it, this is a perspective based on reflection of the moment. There were 3 others with me, none of who were doing anything but drinking alcohol. While we were sitting around the fire someone brought up the interesting fact that we had not seen a single spider/scorpion etc. As this was being conversed I saw an appearingly large movement in a deep black shadow in the rocks around the fire. The first thought that went through my head was" you do not want to see whatever that is" immediately followed by deciding that it would only be worse if I did not know what it was. I shined my headlamp into the rocks and instead of a giant tarantula(as the shadow had implied) it was a small and by far the most intricately camouflaged  spider I had ever seen. As I looked I realized that i would have never spotted it unless it had made itself visible. The funny thing was that my headlamp did not encourage a flight response from the spider. As soon as I had gotten a good look it slowly moved back into the rocks. I didn't see another insect/arachnid the entire weekend we were in the desert. As the night wound down my friend nikki was already asleep in the tent, the two other guys were getting ready to sleep by the fire. I walked towards my tent, not really intending to go to sleep, and in the creek, no more than 15 yards from me, I saw the silhouette of the "elemental" I had viewed during the day. I quickly ducked into my tent, assuming that the acid was playing tricks, even though I knew that it was not just a play of light. I had spent hours viewing the darkness around us and whatever was standing in the creek, had not been there before. I woke my friend nikki but did not mention the form because I did not want to scare her. I spent 20 or so minutes debating on what to do before I heard a voice in my head. I thought I was losing it, seeing things and hearing things, something that had never happened to me before. It was a feminine voice but by no means human, much higher pitched, it sounded like music. I heard my name and then the rest was in what had to be a language that I’ve only heard described in accounts of shamanism. It was familiar but I understood nothing of my name, it was like a language that I had once known well and forgotten. At the time I was doing everything I could to ignore the situation in order not to cause any fear for anyone else there, and so they didn’t think I had finally done a backflip gainer over the edge, because I wasn’t so sure that I hadn’t. The next morning was very interesting to boot. The two other guys, Eli and Adam, had slept by the fire. When I woke up, Adam was kinda freaking out cause Eli was gone.  We found him about 40 yards away from the campsite right beside a sandstone formation in the middle of the desert. At this point I told Nikki about the voice I heard and what I saw during the night. I didn’t even get a chance to describe the voice before she described it for me. She was awake when I heard the voice and I hadn’t said anything for fear of not scaring her, she did the same because  she was not on any drugs and didn’t want to send me spinning.  She heard it at the same time and described it perfectly to me. We did not tell anyone else at this point and went back to the Eli mystery.  Everyone dismissed it as him being a drunk wanderer at the time but we ended up talking about it on the way home and realized there was more to it. I drifted off right around when the fire did and everyone else was already asleep. Both of them were still by the fire and this was around 330 am. At some point in between the time where I shut my eyes and sunrise, this is what occurred. At one point in this time frame Adam woke up and eli was gone. He checked the tent, Eli wasn’t there. At that point Adam decided to sleep in the tent. Eli also woke up at some point and Adam was gone, he assumed adam was in the tent and didn’t bother to look so we don’t know if he was or not. Even if you look at the most logical explanation for the situation it doesn’t make sense. Eli remembers waking up and not seeing adam but he remembered nothing about moving from the fire. So adam wakes up, eli isn’t there, adam goes into the tent, eli comes back from wherever he doesn’t remember being and adam is gone, eli goes back to sleep and wakes up in a spot away from camp where he had no reason to be and doesn’t remember any of it.  But you also have to wonder if eli woke up before or adam got into the tent, because he didn’t check there is no way to know if adam was there. And if adam was in the tent, where had eli gone and come back from without remembering any of it and where/why did he leave again after he went back to sleep. Neither of them sleepwalk and if my experience hadn’t coincided with this I probably would just notch it up to drunken stumbling but I know this is not the case.  Neither Adam nor Eli heard the voice I spoke of because they were both already asleep when I heard it.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the event and debating with myself on what to do about it. I didn’t get any bad vibes from what I saw or heard, I just didn’t accept it as reality at that point. What approached me had no evil intent. As sweet and enchanting as the voice was, it also did not give me any strong urges to find the source. It was after this realization that whatever had approached me had given me a choice, similar to the seemingly non-related spider incident. I have decided that I must return to that spot alone to see if I have another chance. This may seem like a rash decision and I’m sure many self proclaimed shamans would warn me away from doing this but unfortunately I know what I am doing. What I have realized is something I cannot possibly convey in anything short of a book. This desert experience is the culmination of a series of synchrocities that I am still piecing together in my head. I keep trying to pick a starting point for it but I realize that it started with my entry on this earth, I have only just begun to finally see things for the way they are and it seems like everything is coming together when it already is and always has been.  The 2012 book was a catalyst that helped me connect existing and explore new archetypes. It helped me connect more things than I have ever been able to before, but what makes me feel comfortable is that nothing you spoke of seemed all that out there to me. It just helped me make sense of the things I had never known how to and allowed me to see them in my existence. The strange thing is, before Daniel put himself out there with the archetype transmission, I felt I had reached the same conclusion. I had never heard about the myth before this past year and trust me, when this thought entered my head I thought I was done. I had just seen an elemental in the desert and after looking into native history in combination with reading a book about the end of our world and decided I was possibly the new reincarnation of something I wasn’t even sure of. And after that when Daniel finally conveyed his message I laughed out of hysterical relief. The final return of quezecoatal will not be in one human, as Daniel says, it is an archetype, and archetypes can be found if you look in the right directions. I believe I’ve stumbled upon the same thing and without Daniel’s confession I would have never been able to voice it. This sounds supremely arrogant, I know, and I apologize. I have spent years deconstructing my ego and my only base in the quest for knowledge has been that I don’t know anything for sure, even what I know about myself. This mindset has led me to this point in my life and as things finally start to make sense I realize that that has been the key.   My ego has been demolished, always because of my choices but not always the conscious ones. I don’t claim enlightenment because I believe that searching for something in that manner is wrong and that true enlightenment cannot be discovered by looking for it. I don’t know how to truly justify my story yet and at the same time I believe justification defeats its purpose so I’m stuck in a tight spot at the moment..  But anyways, theres my rant, I’ll try to explain anything I can in more detail but it’s hard, I am scared of voicing the things I have come across because of the way I reached them. I feel if I take on a new personality by believing in my current self that the paths I seek will be closed to me. Even as I write this I wish I could take it back.  But I believe I also have a charge. I must try to make others understand or hope that my understanding already does so through the collective unconsciousness .