• entheogens – goddess’ dna blueprint of life 

ἔνθεος (god) and γενέσθαι (coming into being)

 

the ET° plant medicine bio-computer of the embodied mind of the goddess, is ab.SOL.UTERUS PSYCHE.delic -, means soul revealing in greek 

it gives life and takes life. it circulates in 8HZ beat per second between mortality and immortality

no.THING is labeled with good or bad in the garden. all is G8D.dess; all is functioning a DV9 pur(e)pose, like everything in cosmos

then, why G8D.ddess’ elixirs are ‘prohibited’? who is trying to stop the human evolution and why?

personally, i felt no danger in the psychoactive plants, rather the contrary; the mushrooms have expended my consciousness and tuned me directly with myself, nature and all cosmos -, that is the ALPHA and OMEGA of all creation

what is wrong to sense that everything is alive, that everything is inter-connected with each other?

during my association with the urbane art community in nyc and the intention to raise the human consciousness with my socio-cultural documentaries, i have been linked to terrence mckenna -, an american ethnobotanist and advocate for the responsible use of naturally occurring psychedelic plants 

his lectures, that i have spent months listening at the web, re.membered me of a decoded language that i have used in my speech and which was not always accessible to others -, as my body was spinning in the speed of light due to the daily practice with the daoist master, wang dongfeng

in that period of time, i have managed to exercise 8 hours per day, for 5 years during my studies at the university, and the result was enormous; my light body was so activated, that i couldn’t sleep, rather meditate for few hours

floating in zero energy and spinning in light consciousness, i was a ‘star-ship’; a vehicle of light in a state of super-conductivity, hyper-intelligence and eternal bliss -, a definition, that i have given for the activation of the light body, and for which i was very glad to listen terence mckenna to confirm

note: (ET is known as extra temporal or extra terrestrial; in the new galactic consciousness of christ, ET goes beyond T.ime and space into the in.PHI.nite liquid light, that all is Eternal Telepathy; Electro-Trance, Electricity Transmit)

 

 

in 2005, few months after my initiation with the nagual leader roberto in nyc, vivid visions began to shake my life; the black panther and the rain forest of south america were appearing almost every night -, and sometimes during daydreaming. the gaze of his olive-emerald green eyes were pouring at me, and i was not afraid. i felt confident, when i was sitting on the rocks in deep meditation and it was coming to caress me like a cat, or when it was showing me places, evolving me in a mystery which has synchronized with all events that were happening in my life – like for instant, when my dear friend lowa linked me to an esoteric group called ‘4d-seminars’ and to maria karolina in colombia

our long conversations were very inspiring, and i have decided to travel to meet her -, also for the purpose of personal healing, as she knew a shaman / healer able to release the pains i had at the column on my spine, with no touch at all

visiting the local market in bogota one day, i saw a mochila, a handcraft native bag, that i haven’t decided to buy, and which i saw for the three coming nights in my visions. they told me, that its design was representing the nature and the four elements and that it was linked with the arhuacs in the mountains of sierra nevada

karolina and i, both deeply active involved with our spiritual re-awakening, we wanted to bring all pieces of the vision-puzzles together and left for an adventure. even before we have arrived in santa marta -, one of the joints that leads to the indigenous territories in the high mountains -, deep magic has started to flow. we met with people who have given us the information that we needed, and without even to realize it, all was a perfect synchronicity

i will never forget the day of yemoja, on the shore of the ocean, when three indigenous figures came along my way and my breath stopped; i saw the universe in the eyes of two kogi mamos who were traveling accompanied with an elder woman three nights from their village to the coast. were these faces related to my vision a night before? i was surprised and even though completely aware -, as if i have been waiting ages for this moment to happen; as if all questions have been answered with meaningful gestures, when the kogi woman put me a chain of red beads from her necklace by our farewell; and what does the decoded language mean, when the children whispered me: “kogis are keeping the spirit of a l u n a alive”?

an unseen power was unfolding in front of my eyes bringing all events together. the next days, i met with santiago, an activist who said to be strong connected with the indigenous tribes of the sacred mountains. he proposed to visit the village of el canto, a wiwa community, two hours walk from the main road, a magnificent beauty and mystery present in every scent of flower, plant, stone, animal, river, sound. it was love at first sight! a hallucination that made me come back after few months and meet simongey, a so called ‘hipi kogi’ who lived in the mountains twenty years and knew the heart of sierra well. “this holly mountain keeps a lot of secrets and reveals them only to those with pure heart; but, i think you will make it to go through the challenges”, he said while we were crossing the main road to take the path of the tropical forrest to palomino -, a very mystical village near to the crystal clear waters of the palomino river. after a half an hour, he said: “from now on, we walk barefoot!”

i had nothing to fear, even the water was often dark and the plants unknown. no evil thought come out of my mind, only admiration and love for all and every creature -, exactly the opposite. i was amazed from the enorm butterflies, in electric-blue colors, dancing on the air, welcoming us; also from the trees that i could see their spirit and all nature seemed to be alive. it felt love in every sight, and dizziness, as if i was somehow drunk. on the path, we met a kogui teenager and three younger ones. simongey exchanged hainio with him, as a gesture of salutation and blessing and spoke in his language. my eyes were locked on the the three boys; they had shiny black long hairs and seemed to be in a very good physical form. we looked in the eyes and smiled full confident, as if we knew each other for very long time and we were meeting again. i saw nature itself in the green olive-brown eyes of these children; its beauty, its clarity, its strength, its mystery. no photographs, no videos, nothing was allowed to be taken out of the heart of this holy place. the only testimony was the present moment and my memory. i felt so honored to be present in this sacred space; my heart opened as a lotus flower and i was happy to feel alive

“gracias madre!”, i said and jumped with all my power to the wild turquoise blue waters of the river, when we reached the village. i have never seen so big stones inside the water; their shape looked liked sculptures and the water was very powerful. it needed inner and physical strength to swim, as the current could take you away, but i trusted remembering the words of my daoist master, “wu wei”. i loved it to feel so free, so centered! my gifts brought a lot of happiness to the children and the women of the village. they offered me their fruits and fresh vegetables, and laughed with the stories that simongey told them about my visions and my deepest wish to visit them, also about events that took place, when for instant, i demanded from the soldiers of the national guard to take the cans of their food back to town. they looked at me surprised and wondered, if i have ever felt afraid to travel alone. “i don’t feel fear nor from you nor from nature”, i replied. “i love all and all loves me.”

we stayed one week in palomino. then we reached higher to an other small community of simongey’s indigenous friends. from the highs, my only view were the mountains and the infinite green and the harmonic sound of nature. i was so far away from home and even though, every breath i took, every living being i felt, all made me sense that this was my real home! it was overwhelming; a very unique experience, that made me decided in the coming year to give up completely my earthly life and successful documentary career, 4(eve)r.ay°

 

 

descendants of the tayrona people, the wiwa, also known as arsarios or malayo, are one of the four indigenous tribes that live native in the mountains of santa marta, in sierra nevada (colombia). most of their territories have been taken away from the querilleros FARC, and their land has been bought with the gold that was found from expeditions

owing nothing else than few fields, which men have received from their women after their marriage, they feed their families cultivating yucca, corn and bananas

even they live in a natural environment, due to the territorial conflict and the lack of food supplies, the wiwa have been forced to use foreign products, like industrial rise, salt, oil and alcohol. these changes brought along with them consequences, such as diseases

foreign animals, that have been brought to their land, they have polluted their rivers; also chemicals, that they used to wash their clothes and their pots, as their invaders did. only few communities had access to ceramic pots and pure water for cooking in the higher mountains

life at the small community in el canto village seems not anymore so joyful, as the mind of the wiwa adults have been corrupted. young, but wise, children feel worry about their future, as their community changes, day by day by the greediness of the local agriculture

obligated to go to school, where they focus on spanish and english teachings, their wiwa tradition has slowly deteriorated from the daily influences, and television became their new environment and entertainment, at the local storehouse

the elder mamos frightened and worried keep an eye on the young boys connecting them to their ancestral wisdom through the ritual of hainio, the coca leaves. once a month, they are allowed to enter the ‘casa maria’, their ceremony house, and do a ritual where they sing and have visions. at the age of thirteen, they are wise enough and ready to decide to create their own families. due to sacred ceremonies, they get initiated from the mamo elder men and women into sacred sexuality

women are very quiet, and most of the time occupied at the fields and in the creation of the ‘mochila bags for their husbands and sons. their daughters take care of their babies and all, even the youngest ones assist to daily household; this is how they learn. once a month, by their menstruation, women also gather in casa maria’ to share their cosmo-visions or to talk about intimate family issues

the intention to help the tribe to publish a book with their own wiwa language twelve years ago, it has failed due to the assassination of their leader; he concerned for the future of his people:

nowadays, our culture is loosing ground from its roots for lot of reasons. If we are not going to be able to maintain our cosmo-vision alive -, the knowledge related to nature and the universal law of creation, which it has been decoded in our language. nothing is going to be left in the memory of the coming generation! and, if something like that is going to happen, a very important part of our wisdom and tradition is going to disappear forever.”, ramon hill, elder mamo of wiwa

today, the wiwa tribe is being protected by the international organization of unesco and the commission of human rights, uno

 

in 2006 i reached the high mountains of pueblo bello with wilman -, an arhuac student at the university of magdalena, that i met in my first trip to santa marta; his father, mamo vincensio, knowing about my visions, has given me permission to travel to the arhuac territories and meet him.

at the same moment, a young taita, shaman from putumayo, was traveling with us to nabuzimake, bringing the medicine of ‘yaje’, the vine of the soul to the arhuacs

juanito’s olive-emerald green eyes poured through my heart, and i heard him talking to me without moving his lips. i was very familiar with such a perception -, not only from my training with the naguals and the constant shift of my physical body, but also from earlier direct experiences with the 5D realms -, although, i was shaken deeply from the events of synchronicity that were unfolding in front of me. everything seemed to be a confirmation, like niko, juanito’s american apprentice, that discussed with me his experience with the books of carlos castaneda and the psychedelic plants during our trip    

i was 33 years old, when i took ‘the vine of the soul’ -, one of the best i have ever had -, at the full moon, as we gathered all together at the fire, in the small ceremonial house of mamo vincensio. juanito gave me a strong portion of ‘yaje’ to drink and without even to notice it, i was in the middle of the jungle surrounded from children that were smiling in front of my face. i was full-body present, enjoying the feeling of teleportation, until the door opened and the noise cut off the vision. a wood with the shape of a dragon, from the ones that niko brought for the fire, caught my attention. juanito looked at me and smiled, as i reached it. i used it as a holding and put my forehead on it to dive again in vision and, i was gone. the mountains of sierra nevada stood in front of me, and i was speaking to their guardians in a language that i could understand. a huge anaconda flew over me in the speed of light and took me to my star; a place full of wired colorful flowers and a unicorn that took me for a ride to a wonder-land. by the sunrise, i could barely open my eyes, but i gazed at the sun, and for the first time, i could see all its colorful rays 

mamo vincensio, war so impressive from the ceremony that he took his poporo and went to consult kanku seranque, the great spirit. when he returned, he asked juanito, if he could visit his sister that had fallen from the donkey and had twisted her neck. he explained him that since two weeks, no mamo was able to heal her. juanito agreed with a simple gesture and asked me to joint him. “me?”, i replied him unexpected, explaining him that i knew nothing about shamanism. he smiled and said straight: “you don’t need knowledge, you are born with a gift. my taita gives me ‘yaje’ since i was a kid, and i can see things what others can not. but, what you did last night with a single drink, only masters do!”

was juanito’s words again a confirmation to all i have experienced since my childhood and didn’t want to believe? why i was denying myself all these years? has nature brought me to this land to show me who i truly was? 

when we reached the house of the 60 years old arahuac woman, juanito prepared his fathers and other ceremonial objects. i had no idea what to do. intuitively, i remembered at my spiritual, north american grand father -, a nomadic shaman leader from the north coast of canada. he appeared in front of my face and guided me to connect with the element of fire

i opened my palms and asked the great spirit to be a wheel of energy, so the power of life can be transmitted to this woman; i touched her feet, her knees, her womb, her hands, her heart, her neck, her head; almost an hour passed by with the treatment we were doing both of us, and juanito asked the arahuac woman to stand up. she could move easily and surprised she touched her neck, but she felt no pain at all; she hugged him and happy walked outside the door, to her family. juanito looked at me and said: “miracles can happen, when we truly believe!”

in the coming days we have visited so many arahuac houses and have treated so many sick women and children, that the mamos of this upper part of nabuzimake gathered to talk; what was the mystery written in their eyes, that has left the wise mamos questioning? they have felt the power of ‘yage’, however, could the elixir awaken me from death to life to perform such miracles, or they really convinced, juanito and i were blessed by nature?

that day, an excited soul journey began in the tropical forests and high mountains of south america, that has lasted 10 years long – a time of great silence and discipline; an endless experience of death and rebirth, that it doesn’t matter how deep or painful it was, now i know: in the silence i have heard the void and i know it exists!

 

 

“i am the woman who was born alone. i am the woman who fell alone. i am the woman who waits. i am the woman who seeks. i am the woman who looks inwards. i am the woman who looks under the water. i am the sacred swimmer, because i can swim in greatness” 

 

i have never met maria sabina physically; still, since the moment i have knew about her, i have felt deeply connected. sie has been a silent teacher to me -, as her shamanic knowledge, power and discipline was very similar to mine, and the spirit of the great mother nature 

 

 

 

in all times, our ancestors used to speak about sacred sexuality. as far as i know and remember, not only in high civilizations, but also in the most remote villages, the wise medicine men and women used to initiate the young boys and girls in the age of thirteen to eighteen in sacred sexuality

“the womb is your temple, your key to all life”, said my nagual teacher at my initiation to the priestesshood -, the sacred feminine, that knows who s.he is, and s.he is who s.he knows

that day, i learned to honor my womb as the source of all life and gained knowledge about the moon circle, and its transformative creative power, that is decoded in the wisdom of the great mother-ship god.dess

that was one of the most important reasons of sexual tantra that took place in the sacred temples along africa, middle east and asia. from the most ancient rituals to the most modern techniques, is sacred sexuality nowadays a path for every woman and man which can be taught and practiced by shamans or holistic therapists 

ge, a mapuche nagual and medicine woman, shared her wisdom in a seven days woman-nagual retreat, at the temple of the moon in saqsawuaman, cusco. there, at the hills of the lemurian temple, we gathered in circle to drink huachuma medicine under the stars by the brilliant light of the full moon and honor our womb!

“the feminine womb is the cosmic gong, and the masculine penis, the cosmic sound, the s.e.e.d”, said mama ge.“these mountains are holy as our blood! here our ancestors did rituals to honor the blood and the feminine principle in life. all of us, we are gathered here to drink sacred medicine and remember, to cleanse from the impurities and tune our gongs again with the creative feminine energy of the cosmic matrix, so we can be able to receive the sacred masculine again. we are the origin of consciousness!”

personally, i believe, that when the wom(b)man will find back to herself and she respect her womb and honor it again, peace will come upon the world. she will be then divine and will remember to her man, that her womb is a holy space!

 

 

it was almost full moon, when i went to visit her 77 years old husband, pablo chivango, who was suffering since months from pains on his knees. His entire lower back was blocked, and he couldn’t walk. i was convinced that the elementar spirits of llaganates and pablo’s ancestors will assist to the healing.

i kindly smiled to serafina, that she sat silent next to the fire observing the painting of the symbols, that i was drawing on her husband’s body with the ‘aciote’ plant that i have found on the path to san pablo. her voice penetrated my heart, and i heard her talking to me telepathically. “our ancestors used this plant in shamanic healing. how does she know?”

aciote’s therapeutic abilities were known to me from other indigenous tribes of the ecuadorian jungle, but i have never used and performed them this way. “i don’t know”, i replied. “it’s mother nature that guides me, and your ancestors who have gathered here!”

i played one last oscillation with the tibetan bowl and asked pablo to come back from the light hypnotic state. he move slowly his body and i helped him to stand up. he was surprised that he could hold his back straight and walk few steps easily and released.

yet, i could feel dense frequencies of pain in that room and intuitively i asked serafina, if she was feeling well herself. she spoke to me in kichwa language and showed me her left hand. pablo explained me, that serafina was suffering a year long from a fracture, denying to be treated at the hospital.

“please tell her to lie down here!”, i replied to pablo, feeling moved by her humble amazon warrior spirit. i was right. when i touched her, i saw the rivers, the plants, the spirit of llaganates! “you are so blessed, my daughter!”, she said with her shinny eyes while moving her fingers again.

yes, i was blessed to witness a moment of absolute feminine power -, an overwhelming gratitude that allowed us both to share a pleasant and profound conversation about the sacred feminine energy of sacha cuna (spirit of nature) and the mysterious forest of llaganates.