Elevating the material square into the transcending pentacle

Five are the soft and lightly scented petals of the Wild Rose;
Five the numerical value of aramaic/hebrew letter "Hey" tracing with its almost squared shape the limitex boundaries of materiality leaving an opening towards the Infinite Spirit on its upper left corner;
 Five are the Blessed Elements of Nature..


 I dance and sing to summon You all, mighty Spirits! From deep within the depths of the Primordial creative Void, rise now to the highest of heights, it's Tiamat calling! By the Power of Water, kiss me A-dam





as the rolling tongue of the Ocean Waves would passionately reach the sand shore ; by the Power of Earth, embrace me, as the Soil and Roots hold dear the Sacred trees of the Forest; by the Power of Air, inseminate me as the cool midsummer breeze would gently scatter seeds amidst the green fields of the country side; By the Power of Fire, purify me as the ever burning Flame would re-turn heavy matter into light Spirit; By the Power of Aether, mesmerize me as the cosmic Weaver would skillfully spin the silvery thread of Life through the wheels of my subtle bodies.













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The more time I spend in tropical Nature exposing my skin to the Elements, the harder it is for me to wear clothes again. those pieces of fabric fall so heavily on my body suffocating me, preventing me from tuning in with the environment  around.  clothes en-clothed our freedom. , wrapping body and mind in a sensory deprived cage, keeping us asleep/deaf to the call of Life.  TThe "shame" of being naked promoted by bigot religions blinded and twisted our ability to see the "true" reality of our Creator. That's why it was easy to replace idols for gods.  I feel like I am breathing for the very first time. My whole being feels totally relaxed and confident a cure against complete annihilation still exists.

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 mud Alcove of Groundly Pleasures – A sensual, barefoot intercourse between my feet and the Earth.

It has been a while I decided to spend more time being barefoot, regardless of the type of surface, environment, weather..

I started with medium-long walks on a “dirt” road then on the forest trails and recently, even when I go into town.

I walk, run, dance and jump always barefoot and I just cannot stop it anymore!

I tried to wear my sandals the other day but that felt total disconnection!

Yesterday I went for a walk in the forest following a new trail, that pass along the river and it was full - oh so full - of mud everywhere!

I got dirt up to my knees and never felt that light and relaxed.

I ve experienced a rainbow of emotions, each prompted by a different element/surface I came in contact with.

Spent there a couple of hours completely absorbing the creative energy of that unviolated soil.

The more I stepped into the muddy soil and got more "dirty", the greater I felt, a unique sensation of unconditional acceptance, of kinship with the Earth.

It went so deep as to resemble a sexual intercourse, my feet being the living probes of this extraordinary journey into that unknown "black hole".

After all I believe Love (and sex as one of its many expressions) is all around us, pervading each and every living things, every day, every hour, every minute and seconds.

The prose I wrote afterward is a “colorful” account of what it moved inside and outside of me.

The mud Alcove of Groundly Pleasures – A sensual, barefoot intercourse between my feet and the Earth.

by Aura Licht

Fertile Earthly Maiden, here I come to tease your senses by walking the trails of thy luscious body, 

there I sink my Feet into the scented Sex of yours.

Those long Blades of grass – like fingernails – scratch along my skin..

You suck my heels into Thee, holding my Extremities in an alchemic mystical Embrace.

Those fallen leaves – like pubic hairs – hide the secret Portal of Your grace from profane eyes.

As I penetrate more into it, the wet walls of warm mud open up like a trembling hungry mouth, its saliva orgasming pure water to further lubricate my next moves, yearning for more..

Those sharp thorns – like unexpected lustful bites – pierce my fleshes ejaculating red semen.

Earth to Man, Man back to Earth.

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.

Ode to Life - a Poem

Yesterday I had a nice time at the lagoon in the property I am now living. I spent almost all morning laying naked in the sun, bathing in the water, dancing and feeling the elements around.

Then I met with the Cosmic Muse of Inspiration and I wrote the short poem that follows:

Ode to Life

by Aura Licht

Oh my beloved Golden Sun!

I yearn for thy warmth every day.

Giver of Life, embodyment of the gods most high, to you I give my Spirit for it to be infused with Thy everburning Fire

Oh Silvery Moon, cast the darkness of Ignorance away from my path, for the black shadows of the night are devoid of Wisdom.

Oh Mighty Winds, there is not softer touch than the one of your gentle fingers, invisibly shaping the stubborn gross Matter of my existence.

Oh the whole of Creation, there are no sweeter words of love to Nature than in the songs of Thy creatures abiding in the Forest joyously singing odes to Thee.

Oh dear Mankind, there is no food that alone could ever sustain your fleshes and nourish your spirit once deprived of its divine spark within.

(The) I cannot exist without Thee. It is thanks to You that (the) I came to be, in order to experience both the Inner and Outer aspects of Reality.

But no longer the “I” is going to fool me and make me believe we are separated.

For the pristine Waters of eternal Consciousness where once You arose from, are but a liquid mirror reflecting Thy neverending Mercy I am bathing in.

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)

Question no2: Living a Paradox?

Somebody thought how ironic it is for a primitivist to be seeking for other primivists on the internet.

My answer:

I know, but let me tell you at this stage I am rewilding myself and using advantage of technology to share, possibly inspire others to do the same if true inner self discovery is what they are looking for.

Those primitivists who are already in Nature, you are right, I will not find them online and - to tell you the truth - I am not even sure they made it to the jungle. Probably they got lost in the urban zoo of our cities.

So I am left with theoretic primitivists, people that adhered to primitivism only with their mind (and stomachs!) just like me but not with their first hand experience.

I am preparing to move and live with indigenous people and there will be a time when I will not use the computer anymore but I believe it is a process since nobody jumps from the couch to the pristine jungle overnight.. : )