- 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 occurring in my life – like for instant, when my dear friend lowa linked me in nyc with an esoteric group called ‘4d-seminars’ and following 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; 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 on the path, he stopped to ask the guardian spirits for permission and 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 came out of my mind, only admiration and love for all and every creature -, the colors of nature, the light reflections, the enorm butterflies in electric-blue flying on the air around me, the trees that i could see their spirit. all nature seemed to be alive, and i felt dizziness, as if i was somehow drunk
further on the path, we met a kogui teenager and three younger ones. simongey exchanged hainio with him, as a gesture of salutation and spoke in his language. my eyes were attracted by the three boys; they had shiny black long hairs and seemed to be in a very good physical form. we looked each other in the eyes and smiled full confident, as if we knew each other for very long time, as if we were meeting again or as if i was coming back home; yes, i saw nature’s spirit 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 experience of the moment. 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 like sculptures and the water was streaming powerful. it needed mental, emotional and physical strength to swim, as the current could take one away, however i trusted the words of my daoist master, and practiced ‘wu wei’
oh, 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 at night, we laughed with the stories that simongey told them about my visions and my deepest wish to visit them, also about events that occured on our journey, when for instant, i have demanded from the soldiers of the national guard to collect the cans of their food and bring them back to town. i still remember their faces, when 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 feel love and respect for all and all loves and respects 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, also the harmonic sound of nature. i was so far away from my hometown and somehow, everything made me sense real home. it was overwhelming; a very unique experience, that changed my consciousness completely in the coming year and made me decide to give up 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 seemed not anymore so joyful, as the mind of the wiwa adults have been corrupted. young, but wise, children felt worry about their future, as their community changed, day by day, by the greediness of the local agricultures
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 continued to 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 were allowed to enter the ‘casa maria’, their ceremony house, and do a ritual where they sang and had visions. at the age of thirteen, they are wise enough and ready to decide to create their own families, after they have participated in sacred ceremonies and got initiated from the mamos, elder men and women, in sacred sexuality
women were 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 took care of their babies and all, even the youngest ones, assisted to daily household; this was how they were practicing and learning. once a month, by their menstruation, women was gathering in ‘casa maria’ to share their cosmovisions and talk about intimate family issues
the intention to help the tribe, twelve years ago, to publish a book with their own wiwa language, 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 for my forehead and dived again in vision. all of a sudden, 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 communicate with 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 surprised, explaining him that i knew nothing about shamanism. he smiled and said confident: “you don’t need knowledge, you are born with a gift. my taita gives me ‘yaje’ since my childhood, and i can see things that 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 feathers and other ceremonial objects, but i had nothing with me. 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 flow energy of light through me, so the power of fire = 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? have they felt the power of ‘yage’ in us, that the elixir could awaken death to life performing miracles, or they were really convinced, that 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 to her. sie has been a silent teacher to me -, as her shamanic knowledge, power and discipline was very similar to mine, to the wisdom of the great mother nature that i have learned to listen
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 g(8)d.dess
that was one of the most important reasons why sexual tantra 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 and can be taught and practiced by shamans or holistic therapists
ge, a mapuche nagual and medicine woman, shared with us 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 by fire in circle to drink wuachuma medicine three nights long, under the stars by the brilliant light of the full moon. mama ge offered the first drink to herself with an invocation and a statement for all of us:
“the feminine womb is the cosmic gong, and the masculine penis, the cosmic sound, the s.e.e.d. these mountains are holy as our blood! here our ancestors did rituals to honor the blood and the feminine principle of life. all of us, we are gathered here to drink sacred medicine and remember that we are sacred as nature itself. it is our response-ability to cleanse from the impurities and tune our gongs again with the creative feminine energy of the cosmic matrix in order to prepare ourselves to unite with our twin flame, the sacred masculine. we, women, are the origin of all consciousness!”
i have to admit, that ge was right. only if we deeply connect with the sacred alchemy of the feminine womb, we can really feel its magic. personally, i have never experienced my feminine power so strong as in the nagual practices there, and in all the rituals i have performed till that very moment in my shamanic path. all made me realize something very important: all wars on the planet will end, when the wom(b)man will claim back her divinity!
in 2011, a year before i was guided to visit bell rock in sedona and the land of the hopi in arizona, a powerful vision has occurred early afternoon, while i was resting myself under a tree at the south coast of peru
i am in my dream and fly over land, over a dry, reddish canyon. the river is full of indigenous people; they stand till to their knees inside the water with shakers in their hands singing, gazing at the sky. their invocations, powerful -, they touch deeply my heart. however, they have a feeling of concern. “where am i?”, i ask, flying closer. “in the land of your ancestors“, they respond. “what is happening, why do you stand inside the water?“, i ask again. “it is time for nan ga sohu to rise!”, they tell me with their eyes and instantly look down to the water to continue with the invocations with their shakers. “oh, nan ga sohu! we pray for the feminine spirit to return, for the twin flame of tawa to bring new life. the balance of life on earth must be restored!”
i woke up. my head was heavy, my heart was beating fast; i burst into tears.
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 elementary 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 or performed it 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 gently pablo to wake up from the alpha hypnotic state. he moved slowly his body and i helped him to stand up. he was surprised that he could hold his back straight and walk steps easily and released
yet, i could feel dense frequencies of pain in that wooden 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 by the doctor at the hospital
“please tell her to lie down here!”, i said to pablo feeling moved by her humble amazon warrior spirit. i painted her also symbols and played her long time an oscillation with the gong. when i touched her hand, 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