Flute Poem Memory of grandparents, old  …I will do my best to keep youthrough the passage of ages.I’ll bathe you in oils and resinsas if you were alive,as if you were not just a memoryin which I put life and breath,as Arutam do in this momentin me and now again. Memory of grandparents, old wood…the man raised you at the precise momentand you did not come back to earth.He carved you and in wisdom found the pointswhere his breath would sing in your memory.Harmony of a lifereflecting this worldin sacred beauty. You, Arutam,breathe Spirit into my body.My life singsthrough the passing of the seasons,that’s beautiful.Your memory, grandfather,will enchant my life when the man blowsand wakes you up sharing his Spirit.Your

Sacred feeling, you wet the mornings amongst the light which loves meeting us.The “Uwishin” (Shaman) collects this crying in covered enchantments, which draw hope and medicine for men. I wet my black and hairy snout to shine one last glance to the heart of this moment. Where life is born and draws the miracle which sings in the jungle. And between the leaves and the tireless delicious murmur of the crickets, I befriend the flow of eternity. That diamond polished by the sacred presence of the Spirit to the crystal of his countenance. Once I’ve acquired the serenity of the trees, I await the healing that comes from his caress, where I bear the pains of the warrior who fights

The voice of Arutam is steadily revealing everywhere in the jungle. Day and night His whisper slips through logs, leaves, breezes, feathers and furs. Its tone only changes itself to render allegiance to heavens and, at the same time, it enjoys His sacred presence. Even though the whole thing is the last truth revealed in howling songs, the shadow holds our attention until a day when, completely confused, we ask ourselves who we are. Between lights of gold and silver, time fades as we get distracted by longings we never needed. Your voice, sings every single thing. Void of an environment that distracts man from his Spirit, and immersed in an inner silence where thought finds no place and time.

Create a world drawing from our resistance, put us far away from our nature. We can’t define ourselves basing on the “I” games, while taking photos and laughing in ignorance the tomorrow. The tendency pushes us towards the failure, in a self-condemnation that burns and etches the beast. A warrior would react with character and strength, arising the battle every upcoming sunrises. The beast submitted under the shade’s designs, doesn’t have a moment nor nook to rest in peace. The bliss that runs throughout his veins is ignored, putting down after other purposes service, being consumed. It’s the coherence and natural evidence observation, the one wich moves away the palace windows curtains. Drop by drop, we sign on the asphalt

The purpose of the man’s way in Shamanism is to rediscover the union with Arutam (Great Spirit). Man must release his feelings by remembering where he came from and how he was born. Our body, as well as its feelings, came from the depths of existence in order to live in total union with itself; beating and breathing in every instant of transient glow. Any purpose other than this, comes from the conflict caused by a dark resistance, which responds to a name and deliberately fails as an obvious result of its harmful nature. Though we attend a ceremony with many thoughts, purposes and objectives, we must let go of that monster that craves inside of us.  The outcomes or

Arutam (Great Spirit, Life) is a perfect crystal that sustains the entire existence in a single Great Feeling. It’s the perfect intellect behind the world we see, that eternally imbibes from its own grace. It’s harmony, which keeps that sacred perfection intact, making it both immortal and eternally venerable; just a pass of time that dignifies it, and uncovers new miracles inexhaustibly. That sacred crystal is a temperate peace within the most calm and rich insipidness. Each craving ridicules itself before the Infinite Feeling, which contains all feeling in its most minute twilights and at its most splendid apogee, in the spark of an instant. The man who gives himself, during that trance, will rest in plenitude. And in the

Sacred feelingyou draw yourself in the Tobacco leaf.You move the night to make her cryas wet teardrops in my bowl of mud Wet tears burning…Just like the deepest and iciest night,return in the tepid light and chant,the deep blackness of your damp lamentturn on the Spirit of the man who breathes you. What a fortune to hold the world in my hand.Black night, you breathe and whistle twinklingon the murmuring riverbank.You drain in the black tears of anaconda,which my grandparents learned to pick upand take its content … to the heart.Thus, they were able to remember, they could understand…Just by feeling you,they were caressed by the breeze of instinctand the night moaned as the panther’s skinwoke up screaming,letting out the

Shamanism is a way of life. It’s a way to spend our years of life in a state of union and with a strong sense of existence. It’s the possibility of simply breathing, without spoiling the moment with no intention: just fused in the crystal of Perfection. It’s a crystal that contains all existence with its powerful feeling. It’s something that flows in a sacred pressure through our veins, to throbb its sacred touch in an immeasurable delight and to brighten our flesh and bones. It is the true force that flows through the structure of all beings. Shamanism brings the individual closer to his deepest feelings, through the essential teaching that He is the answer to the concerns of

Conference, June 22, 2017Conferencia Junio 22, 2017 Natem is a substance intended to be ingested. Therefore, it undergoes the digestive process. As it always occurs in these cases, digestion usually takes some time. As that process moves forward, even more active substances are absorbed, which will greatly alter our perception, our body and our consciousness. Over the hours, the body absorbs more and more properties, and we feel how our perception and our consciousness are progressively altering. Naturally, after we’ve taken Natem, digestion takes place, and finally bowel movement occurs. Throughout this whole process, our body reacts as if we were an anaconda: it takes all the essence of the plant’s extract. The longer the Natem stays in our body,