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"WHAT THE HECK am I doing here?'' I asked myself as I sat down to journal my last several day's adventures. It was a hot and muggy afternoon, as it had been since we arrived, and I was happy to be sitting in the shade under a man-made shelter . . . such as it was. A long-legged spider on the large leaf of a tree directly in front of me had finally made her way to an unrecognizable meal, which was bound up in the heavy net of her web. As I watched, I thought about my recently consumed lunch of similar unknown origin.

For someone who tends to tentatively peek through his fingers when viewing reptiles in nature films, I had a difficult time accepting the fact that I was deep in the Amazon jungle, a six day's journey on foot to anything even vaguely resembling a town.

"The rain forests of Ecuador contain over 120 species of birds found no other place on earth," our guide had told us as we flew by chartered single-engine aircraft to a grassy clearing near this remote campsite. I hadn't dared inquire as to the number of snakes that I was convinced would be waiting for me in the flora and fauna.

Shirl, a dream worker and my wife of thirteen years, and I had signed on to a Noetic Science sponsored trip to Ecuador. This journey was an extension of our ongoing fascination with native shaman healers who were willing to share their unique and precious spiritual knowledge with ordinary people from the "outside world." This was anything but an ordinary place.