Becoming a Conscious Reflection of Thee

Few days after I wrote the I MET A FULL SPIRIT poem, I liked the idea of associating each element of Nature with a part of me, my being

BECOMING A CONSCIOUS REFLECTION OF THEE 

Earth: May my Womb be the Fertile Soil/ground for Your Divine Seeds to sprouth Life forth.

Water: May my Tears be the purest of your Streams on its inesorable way to the Greater Sea of Boundless Love

Air: May each and every utteranceof mine be the Creative roaring Thunder, its loudness expanding the narrow constraints of Plastic* physicality

Fire: May my Heart be the Pulsating inner Volcano, its luminous, blood overflowing in a outer explosion of Mystic Passion

Aether: May my Spirit be the Flint stone with which to light the Everburning Flame of my dancing Soul longing for You..

* Plastic in the meaning of something capable of being molded or of receiving form

I MET WITH A FULL SPIRIT

I deeply realized human beings are meant to be conscious Vessels for the Spirits to `work`the inert Mat(ter) so that its inner potential could be finally revealed.

I MET WITH A FULL SPIRIT

                              You are the Spirit of Air, that came to blow my Reason away

You are the Spirit of Water that came to quench my thirst for Love

You are the Spirit of Fire that came to burn the impurities of my Ego.

 You are the Spirit of Earth that came to lay deeper roots into my Soi(u)l.

You are the Spirit of AEther that came to vivify/electrify my whole Being.

You are the Breath of God made Man-ifested.

The most humble Cradle of Life

Today I found Duchessa s newborn kittens.
4 young kittens embracing each other inside a bamboo furniture, in an unused guest room.

So I walked the door and  just stood there, watching them while the mother was gone somewhere hunting.

She must have smelled my presence and promptly Duchessa came in, to breast feed them. She entered the furniture and sensually laid down on her side, offering her breasts to the kitties, in such a relaxed, natural way.

She looked so beautiful to me. So delicate, so submissive to the role she is supposed to play.
The Mother, the off-spring Bearer, serving Life for its own sake.

The more I looked at her, the more it seemed  she even had pleasure in letting her nipples to be sucked..

As the kitties moved towards her breast, Duchessa would allow them more space, involuntarily (?) embracing them as she stretched her front leg forwards.

Their footsteps were so "soft" and "light" yet so deep and tangible, it felt like they were walking on my skin..
Tenderness pervaded the room.

The garden here was silent and all I could hear were the birds outside, the small movements of the kitties on the bamboo surfaces, their low meaowing calling to each other, their hungry sucking noises and Duchessa deep green eyes tenderly blinking, embodying the Universal Breath of expansion and contraction, while she abandoned herself to the mystical energy of the Infinite Love that Life is all about..

She must have been sailing in the Ocean of Mercy, embodying the sacred feminine in nature, the fountain from where the delicious nectar of the gods spills forth..

Duchessa looked at me a couple of times and I was just amazed to see her in such intimate moments.
Everything was so natural,  I am not sure if I could ever be able to render such feelings into words but it seemed like "time" was relative to their present moment of "being-ness"..

"Things", Life itself was just happening, right there in front of me..

The essence of Love was right there for me to witness.

And I envyed them, because I found myself thirsty for it.

Naturality and simplicity filled the room with the beauty of Life as the material emptyness around  disappeared, allowing a sensation of closedness and warmth to permeate those intense moments.

Duchessa and her 4 kittens turned that humble, banal furniture into the richest and most sacred place on Earth.

A dwelling place for the Spiritual Unseen to become finally Re-vealed.

The Chain saw and the Forest within – the drama of Josia.

Today I have been to Josia house, one of the elder that knows about the forest.

We talked for 3 full hours and we parted with the agreement that he would take to the primary forest once the rainy season ends (in about a month)..

I was very impressed by the amount of first hand experience he gathered during the years spent in the forest.

Here is his story:

The Chain saw and the Forest within – the drama of Josia.

Several years ago, Josia was working for some illegal logging companies responsible for having chopped down most of the original forest in this region but also worked somewhere in the deep forests of Para´state..

He would spend weeks or months in the forest, living and eating from it, healing with plants, improvising, surviving wild and poisonous animals.. During this period of his life, he met with many souls telling him to stop doing that horrible job but he did not want to listen: trees were just inanimated "things" for him, therefore why not chopping then down and make some good profit out of it? After all, he  - like most of us - needed money to go on with his life..

Many times during his work - that roary chain saw in his hands - he would still hear a particular specie of trees scream while this merciless sharp blade cut its way thru their trunks  but never paid too much attention to it; "perhaps it is just a trick of the mind" he said to himself and his collegues, "a weird noise from the machine.."

Today, recalling those times to memory, he barely can keep tears away from his eyes. I can read into his eyes that he always knew those were the voices of the trees he was killing. Josia the man in his 40s, with a family to feed and a mortgage to pay, did not allow himself the time to feel that for every tree he cut, a part of him was also dying with it.
Despite being heavily wounded, tortured and mutilated, Nature continued to do its job of spreading forth the seeds of hope into the soil and a spiritual one must have surely gotten  into Josia´s heart, to finally blossom in a latter season of his human life.

It was only after he retired, in the apparent calm and monotonous daily routine that his love and respect  towards nature  - and especially about ancient trees - came to soothen the old, violent memories of those days back then when he could not value the generosity of the forest enough, when he could not freely abandon himself to that invisible, impalpable, unconditional love that kept him alive..

The old Josia needed help now, to escape from those terrible ghosts lurking inside his conscience. His weak body, his restless mind, his broken spirit - like those screaming trees - were crying out asking for Forgiveness.
And Nature once again came in to help,  to relieve the pain of his spiritual scars, just like when she physically healed the scars of his body with the woody skin of one of her tree- creatures.

Today the Josia I met is a man totally confident in the wisdom of the forest, that found total redemption in the arms of Mother Nature, that exclusively cures himself with homemade plant/bark/leaf extracts, oils, resins and tinctures/medicinal wines made with the gallbladder of the "paca".

He gifted me with freshly squeezed copaiba oil l, truly raw, no processing, extracted exclusively on a full moon night.

I feel profoundly honored.

He also knows several allucynogenic wild plants from the forest he drankt the tea to heal from poisonous bytes. He told me of a leaf that makes somebody vomit out just the poison, instantly relieving from any symptoms..

Josia thinks the best natural medicines are the most bitter ones and if a medicine does not taste bitter or make you feel sick/stoned for a while, he would not consider the drug effective..

Because in his philosophy Nature needs first to clean you out for good, "purging" the sick for having strayed from her, sending this sinner to its sensorial hell, burning its guts like flames would, then finally heals you, showing abundant mercy , just like a caring mother does with her sons.

I asked how did he learn all these things about plants and he said to me the Forest told him.
Everytime he would get lost, needed to renvigorate the body and the mind, he would lay on the ground with his forehead touching the soil and just wait for the knowledge/strenght to infuse the spirit and the fleshes. That if I want to energize by embracing a tree, I should choose the ones between 120-150 cm in diameter. The bigger trees have less energy, according to him.

During our chat he kept saying: "we (humans) die but never learn". Looking at his grandchild, he feels sorry for not having preserved intact that valuable body of knowledge Nature stored in its creatures. He is left with little or nothing to show him, to validate the truth of his words, making sound his real experience like a fairy tale -  hard  to say where reality ends and fantasy starts.. Memories of the big Great Forest from another world, vestiges of our once original Home.

All this  story saddened me a bit but also fueled me with new energy to continue in my pursuit of reclaiming my status of "earthling", accepting my "true nature", fulfilling the purpose I was created for; a vessel to hold divine Light from above.

Just like Josia, I feel the need to totally surrender my ego that like a hungry chain-saw is deforesting the wild spirit of Nature within me.

Gratidao, Josia.

We are the white-rice of our race

One more thought I had today.
As I was thinking about cultures from different parts of the world, I stopped and looked at my life and sensed I pretty much grew up with no culture at all..

I never felt a "national identity" nor a "family identity".

Always felt like belonging to somewhere /someone else. Not really clear where/to who though...

That gave rise to the following:

I feel white (and not by chance my skin is white as well) as a brand new canvas where I am now ready to write a totally new culture, this time a more right brain oriented one, infused with ancient tribal /human knowledge but most important of all, infused with Consciousness.

Perhaps white is the color (or better the discoloration) of a human race spoiled of all its core values, waiting to be inscribed anew.

A processed race. Like  processed white rice where each individual is but a tiny grain of 100% starch which - by the way - resemble so closely the profile of today modern diets.

Civilization is dissecting people and food more and more everyday, trying to get to the "material core", thinking that by simplifyng it we could get to understand ourselves and the world but by doing so, we are basically cutting out all the fundamental parts that makeup the whole.. and the inner essence of things just slips farther and further away from us.

If only we could see this..

I believe the reason we left the forest (the Garden of Eden) was to get conscious and exercise the "free will" to choose between "good" and "evil".
The "good" being conscious co-operation with the technology of Nature, the second being the devElopment of a finite, primitive and deadly man_made technology.

I aim to become a true Earthling, summoning the dormant spirits of my savage ancestors within the cells of my body.
Blood is the true/ultimate imperishable legacy to this Planet. The Vessel of our primal identity.

My skin will embody the essence of Fire and it will be Red at the sight.
It will be finally one with the soil. The same soil that hath once created/conceived it.  

Moral epistles to Lucilium - Letter I

 Aura Lucilio suo salutem. (Aura greets his Lucilius)


If there is a single thing Nature did not provide us with is the Free Will to consciously choose to return to the Oneness (the all encompassing unity of everything existing).

Nature is Oneness and Life by definition therefore she could not ever produce disconnection and death. Only sentient creature that decided to "move out" from this state of being could. And we did it.

That was something we had to learn experiencing duality.

I guess that is the spiritual reason humans once left the forest.

Those people who believe in technology and in the human power of mind have not yet awakened their souls and are under a constant sensorial induced sleep.

Transhumanism is everywhere, is getting into each and every soul of a culturally devoided mankind.

Even "Matrix the Movie" - thought to be an "eye opener" for many - is a dangerous one if you cannot read its symbolism.

In fact, it talks about the what comes after transhumanism (alias post-transhumanism) - the take over of the machine on the human being - because Matrix present reality it  is already a transhumanist era.

It is not necessarily a wake up call because it does not hint to any kind of return to nature (higher Intelligence), instead focuses on restablishing the human supremacy over machine. The same, old and finite human knowledge.

When we are left with no culture, no tribe to belong to, we become vulnerable and subject to mass assimilation and annihilation.

You and I are the product of this allucination.

My wake up call was to find my biological roots but then this quest broadened its path and became a more universal search.

Finally the river (my personal need to understand and to know myself) found its way to the ocean (the origin of human kind).

It is not by chance I found this place that phisically matches those quality. I can feel its magic and the mystery of the tides, the hot and cold waters mixing together, becoming One. And I am bathing in between until I will totally loose myself in the deep ocean waters. And so do you, if you wish so.

That "something"people like you and I have,  is like a flame.

The flame of the yearning soul of man to serve its creator.

Others feed the flame of ego. They are their own god. Human supremacy over the entire creation.

 "So the last will be first, and the first will be last."

Matthew 20:16

Yes, those words from the gospel literature could not be more appropriate :)

Yesterday, I was alone here at the property so I just got naked and spent most of the day in the forest, dancing, running, exercising, energyzing, bathing in the sun.

We (humans) have forgotten we are born naked.

Literally, "without manufactured clothes" and symbolically meaning "humble".

Vale (Farewell)