“WaWaWA moment”

In seven years of facilitating psychedelic journeys, there was always this moment I lived for. We called it the "wawawa" moment.

It would come like clockwork, around 75-150 minutes in, usually just after the peak. Like a landing aircraft settling into stillness, everything would begin to rattle and shake – facades, masks, pretenses – until all that remained was presence.

And then we would see each other. Really see each other.

Sometimes it was just a wink.

Sometimes a knowing smirk.

But mostly, it was pure, heartfelt presence.

Everything would pause. The universe itself seemed to hold its breath. Like an aircraft's fuselage cooling after flight, reality would settle into a state of profound stillness and love.

This is what I mean when I talk about The Field – that space beyond right and wrong, beyond doing and being, beyond guide and guided. A space where we simply witness each other in our raw, beautiful truth.

If I could distill my entire journey as a facilitator into a single moment, it would be this one. The wawawa moment. When the medicine strips away everything but presence, and we remember who we are beneath all our stories.

And here's the thing about remembering – once you know what's possible, you can't unknown it. Seven years later, I'm still serving that moment. Not through substances or ceremonies, but through presence itself.

Because that's all we ever needed anyway.

That's what I'm here to create now: The Field. A space where we can see each other and relax into truth. No medicine needed except our willingness to be seen.

Welcome to the wawawa moment.

With presence,

Oriya