I was lying in bed today sobbing uncontrollably. The Parasite was coming.
Many of my dreams in life had come true. I’d packed one medium-sized black suitcase and headed to Peru with a skip in my step. My intention? To travel the world forever and report on anything supernatural that I encountered.
In Peru, I fell in love with the kind of woman you don’t meet often. Someone of such beauty and intellect, it takes you aback. She understood far too many things about the world for being forty. She’s a well-known and respected healer in Peru. We traveled the length and breadth of the country and Bolivia as well. It was very much like being inside a 70mm technicolor dream.
I spent different currencies in South America that all looked like monopoly money to me. It wasn’t quite connecting in the synapses of my brain that it was ACTUAL money. That didn’t seem to matter much, because there was always plenty of loot remaining in my account.
And now, there isn’t.
I’m a 45 year old man, living in South America, with few marketable skills except that I can write decently. In short, I’m properly fu***d. No 401K savings. No credit. No benevolent grandfather dying to leave me a lump sum. I am flat busted broke living in Cusco, Peru, and every $2.50 glass of red wine is bringing me closer to the parasite my shaman described.
2 years after doing ayahuasca (the thousands-year old medicinal jungle brew of the Amazon), with my Peruvian shaman in Cusco, I met him for lunch at Jack’s Cafe near the Plaza de Armas to chat. It was just last week.
We exchanged handshakes, decided on a hug, and then we sat down inside the cozy expat cafe, espresso grinders competing with our conversation. He ordered coffee and nothing else. I followed suit even though I was slightly hungry. We spoke for five minutes before he said something with his eyes shining oddly, as if to underscore the point. He, Juanma, looked powerful and healthy. I had forgotten how fit he was. He was the spitting image of John Malkovich – Peruvian-style, of course. For someone who smiled so much, he was not a man to be trifled with.
He took a long sip of his coffee before he spoke.
“Your parasite is going to kill you,” he said smiling broadly.
(This was Part 1 of 2) - To be continued...