The document provides an account of the author's journey to an indigenous community in the Amazon jungle to participate in an ayahuasca ceremony. It describes meeting the other participants in the group and arriving at the Mamallacta family's land after a long bus and foot journey. There they are greeted by Elias, the shaman's son, who welcomes them and shares about his family's eight generations of living on the land. The group has a simple meal and retires to basic sleeping huts for the night, preparing for the ayahuasca ceremony the next day.
This summary provides context for the document without including any direct quotes:
The document is a short story about the Angeles family. When Mr. Angeles returns home from a business trip, he surprises his wife and children by unveiling special woven mats. Each mat is decorated with the name and birthstone color of a family member. However, there are some extra mats that are for family members who have passed away. Unfolding these mats is an emotional moment that honors the memory of the lost loved ones.
This document summarizes the author's experience caring for her mother in her final days. It describes how the author brought comfort items from home like pillows and lamps to make her mother's room more comfortable. Her mother's health declined, with infections and pain from wounds. The night her mother died, the author convinced a nurse to give her mother stronger pain medication despite her mother's reluctance. The medication calmed her mother, who began singing in German and talking about past memories. The author recorded her mother's final words on her laptop, unaware they would be her last conversation. Her mother passed away peacefully later that day.
Elly, an ankylosaurus, wins a waddling race against her brothers. She discovers that unlike her family, she has a clubbed tail. During a game of hide and seek, Elly meets Aargh, a deinonychus. Elly's enthusiastic tail wagging repeatedly knocks Aargh into unpleasant situations like thorns and mud. Elly mistakes their interactions as games and encourages Aargh's escapes by continuing to wag her tail. Aargh eventually flees and Elly looks forward to playing with him again, unaware of the harm her tail causes.
This summary provides context about the document:
1) The document is an excerpt from a novel that describes a conversation between friends Evan and Lucy on New Year's Eve.
2) As they walk together, Evan is disappointed that Lucy has to leave soon to move far away. They reminisce about their childhood and an imaginary world they created.
3) The passage ends with Evan arriving home alone as the new year begins, listening to celebrations inside while sitting outside in the cold.
The document describes the beginning of Alice's birthday party in the forest organized by the seven dwarves. In the first scene, the dwarves find Alice asleep in a glass coffin and learn her backstory - that her aunt cast a spell on her and her friends on her 9th birthday. The dwarves decide to throw Alice a party to cheer her up. In the second scene, squirrels are sent out by one of the dwarves to invite all the forest animals to the party. In the third scene, the party is in full swing with animals in attendance. Alice then has an idea to make the party more fun by adding games and talent competitions, judging the guests.
Effé explains to her granddaughter Isabelle that while knitting can seem boring due to its repetitive nature, each stitch represents a perfect moment such that when the blanket is finished it is a collection of perfect moments. Isabelle then wanders in the woods and rests by a river, listening to music, when her friend Ben wakes her up. Ben jokingly proposes that if they are both single at 30 they should get married, and Isabelle agrees on the condition that their wedding must include at least 50 tuxedo-wearing sloths. They then go to attend a local tribute event.
This document is an excerpt from Helen Keller's autobiography titled "The Story of My Life". It describes her early childhood before losing her sight and hearing at 19 months old due to an illness. It details her family background and living situation. It also provides glimpses into her life at that time, including her exploration of nature, interactions with family and a servant named Martha Washington, and her growing awareness that she experienced the world differently than others.
Kate died at the age of 75 after her sixth grandchild's birthday party. Her death was unexpected. Later that week, Quinn also died at age 75. Ally and James then grew up their newborn twins Luke and Lorelai. Galahad had just finished his final exams and was relaxing at home when his housemate Tessa returned from celebrating her engagement.
This summary provides context for the document without including any direct quotes:
The document is a short story about the Angeles family. When Mr. Angeles returns home from a business trip, he surprises his wife and children by unveiling special woven mats. Each mat is decorated with the name and birthstone color of a family member. However, there are some extra mats that are for family members who have passed away. Unfolding these mats is an emotional moment that honors the memory of the lost loved ones.
This document summarizes the author's experience caring for her mother in her final days. It describes how the author brought comfort items from home like pillows and lamps to make her mother's room more comfortable. Her mother's health declined, with infections and pain from wounds. The night her mother died, the author convinced a nurse to give her mother stronger pain medication despite her mother's reluctance. The medication calmed her mother, who began singing in German and talking about past memories. The author recorded her mother's final words on her laptop, unaware they would be her last conversation. Her mother passed away peacefully later that day.
Elly, an ankylosaurus, wins a waddling race against her brothers. She discovers that unlike her family, she has a clubbed tail. During a game of hide and seek, Elly meets Aargh, a deinonychus. Elly's enthusiastic tail wagging repeatedly knocks Aargh into unpleasant situations like thorns and mud. Elly mistakes their interactions as games and encourages Aargh's escapes by continuing to wag her tail. Aargh eventually flees and Elly looks forward to playing with him again, unaware of the harm her tail causes.
This summary provides context about the document:
1) The document is an excerpt from a novel that describes a conversation between friends Evan and Lucy on New Year's Eve.
2) As they walk together, Evan is disappointed that Lucy has to leave soon to move far away. They reminisce about their childhood and an imaginary world they created.
3) The passage ends with Evan arriving home alone as the new year begins, listening to celebrations inside while sitting outside in the cold.
The document describes the beginning of Alice's birthday party in the forest organized by the seven dwarves. In the first scene, the dwarves find Alice asleep in a glass coffin and learn her backstory - that her aunt cast a spell on her and her friends on her 9th birthday. The dwarves decide to throw Alice a party to cheer her up. In the second scene, squirrels are sent out by one of the dwarves to invite all the forest animals to the party. In the third scene, the party is in full swing with animals in attendance. Alice then has an idea to make the party more fun by adding games and talent competitions, judging the guests.
Effé explains to her granddaughter Isabelle that while knitting can seem boring due to its repetitive nature, each stitch represents a perfect moment such that when the blanket is finished it is a collection of perfect moments. Isabelle then wanders in the woods and rests by a river, listening to music, when her friend Ben wakes her up. Ben jokingly proposes that if they are both single at 30 they should get married, and Isabelle agrees on the condition that their wedding must include at least 50 tuxedo-wearing sloths. They then go to attend a local tribute event.
This document is an excerpt from Helen Keller's autobiography titled "The Story of My Life". It describes her early childhood before losing her sight and hearing at 19 months old due to an illness. It details her family background and living situation. It also provides glimpses into her life at that time, including her exploration of nature, interactions with family and a servant named Martha Washington, and her growing awareness that she experienced the world differently than others.
Kate died at the age of 75 after her sixth grandchild's birthday party. Her death was unexpected. Later that week, Quinn also died at age 75. Ally and James then grew up their newborn twins Luke and Lorelai. Galahad had just finished his final exams and was relaxing at home when his housemate Tessa returned from celebrating her engagement.
This document provides the goals, tasks, and reading selection for a Grade 7 English learning package on narrative texts. The goals are for students to use descriptive adjectives, explain differences between self and other views, distinguish literal and figurative language, and write their own narrative. Initial tasks involve describing oneself and having classmates describe them. The reading selection is a short story about a boy whose sister torments him and his dog. Comprehension questions follow about identifying synonyms from context.
The Dranko Chronicles In The Land of DragonsNatasha Cronin
This document appears to be the beginning of a chapter from a fantasy novel titled "The Dranko Chronicles: In the Land of Dragons". It introduces the main character, Lily, who shows an early talent for magic like her mother. Lily sees the spirit of her deceased grandfather in her mother's work room, which frightens her. Her mother is unable to see the spirit. The chapter sets up Lily's gifts and her family background in magic and healing as the story is about to unfold.
The three brother wolverines - Billy, Bob, and Joe - go for a walk in the forest. They see Dr. Quencafio's cabin and sneak into his lab garage, where they see robotic ducks with antennas. That night, the wolverines use the robotic ducks to carry Dr. Quencafio's bed into the river as a prank while he sleeps.
Spider is afraid to participate in the school spelling bee but his family encourages him. His father tells him to pretend to be brave like a mountain lion. Later, his grandmother suggests pretending to be clever like a coyote. On the day of the bee, Spider takes their advice. He stands proudly on stage, turns his back to the audience, and listens to his spirit. Although he misspells a word, Spider is proud to come in second place. His family congratulates him on being brave like a mountain lion.
A teenage girl named [name] is sent by her mother to bring patties to her grandmother's house through the woods. She disobeys her mother by eating some of the patties. In the woods, she encounters a wolf-like man who questions her about the patties. She runs from him toward her grandmother's house. There, her grandmother wakes up from the smell of patties and saves [name] from the man by beating him away. However, [name] is then confronted by her grandmother about eating most of the patties herself.
The Story of My Life, first published in 1903, is Helen Keller's autobiography detailing her early life, especially her experiences with Anne Sullivan.This power point presentation is based on chapter 11 of this book.
This document appears to be an excerpt from a novel. It provides backstory on the main character Ellie, whose father leaves abruptly in the middle of the night. Ellie is then taken in by her uncles Quinn and Devlin, who she meets for the first time. Quinn seems warm and welcoming, fixing Ellie a nice meal, while Devlin seems more aloof. Ellie is given her own bedroom, which has been prepared for her arrival. As she lies in bed, Ellie sees a face appear in the wrinkles of her bedroom curtains that mouths her name, leaving her fascinated.
Fern adopts a runt pig named Wilbur that her father was going to kill. She cares for Wilbur, feeding him bottles and taking him everywhere with her. Wilbur follows Fern devotedly. At night, Wilbur sleeps in a box under an apple tree, covering himself with straw for warmth. He enjoys playing in the mud along the brook while Fern swims. Wilbur and Fern have a happy daily routine and bond.
This document contains poems and descriptions from various second grade students about their experiences in second grade, their favorite animals, and other topics. It includes poems about second grade being fun like an amusement park or birthday party, descriptions of favorite animals like bears and horses, and reflections on oneself. The students attend Strawberry Knoll Elementary School.
This document is Helen Keller's autobiography titled "The Story of My Life". It is divided into 12 chapters that describe her childhood, learning to communicate through sign language with her teacher Anne Sullivan, developing her language skills over time, and various experiences like visiting new places and seasons that helped her learn and grow. The autobiography provides insights into the challenges of being deafblind and how Anne Sullivan helped unlock Helen Keller's potential through dedicated education.
Kelly has a bad day where her teddy bear Felix is kidnapped by Erin. Kelly and her friends band together to try and save Felix, but their efforts are hampered by drunken antics from Kali and unexpected appearances from celebrities, animals, and a homeless man who turns out to be Barack Obama in disguise. In the end, Erin decapitates Felix in a fit of rage and is sent to jail, leaving Kelly crying herself to sleep every night without her bear.
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Mocomi TimePass The Magazine - Issue 61Mocomi Kids
Can you tell the difference between an alligator and a crocodile? We've got some tips and tricks to help you tell them apart! Open up Mocomi TimePass Magazine Issue 61 to find out! Every issue has something fun for everyone. In each magazine you will find folktales, trivia, puzzles, health tips, jokes and much more!
Adelle and Avri go on a honeymoon to Takemizu Village that is plagued with mishaps. They return home and Adelle becomes pregnant. Avri is unfaithful and Adelle kicks him out. She gives birth to twins and realizes she has feelings for her best friend Alon. They get married and Adelle is happy with her new family.
This document is an introduction to Helen Keller's autobiography titled "The Story of My Life". It provides background on Keller, including that she was born in 1880 in Alabama to a Confederate Army captain. It lost her hearing and sight due to illness at 19 months old. The introduction describes her family history and childhood home. It also provides a table of contents for her autobiography, which will be presented in multiple chapters recounting her early life experiences and education.
Ann reluctantly spends her summer at her grandparents' farm, feeling bored and lonely. She meets Maggie, a 14-year-old farmhand, and the two girls become unlikely friends. Maggie teaches Ann farm chores and they have many adventures together. Though very different, the girls bond over their time spent on the farm. By summer's end, Ann has grown physically and mentally stronger from her experiences, and leaves looking forward to returning next year to see Maggie again.
This study examines how blog-mediated public relations (BMPR) can influence relational trust. It hypothesizes that blog posts with high narrative structure, dialogical self, and blogger credibility will result in more relational trust than low levels of these variables. An experiment was conducted manipulating these variables in blog posts written by a marketing vice president. 314 students evaluated levels of relational trust, blogger credibility, narrative structure, and dialogical self. Results supported the hypotheses that high levels of these variables led to greater perceived relational trust than low levels.
This letter from the Committee to Protect Journalists expresses concern to President Obama about actions by his administration that impede the free flow of information and discussion. It cites the use of secret subpoenas against news organizations, prosecutions that equate leaking classified documents to journalists with espionage, and increased limits on access to public interest information. The letter recommends that the administration take steps to protect journalists, increase transparency, and prevent intimidation of officials who speak to the press. It requests a meeting to discuss these issues and recommendations.
The Secretary of the Kansas Department for Children and Families (DCF) wrote the letter to update the recipient on DCF's review of its association with Faith Builders, a Wichita-based organization. Concerns were raised in late August about Faith Builders. DCF's legal team began a preliminary review and found possible legal issues that require confidentiality. The Secretary has requested an additional thorough review of all DCF cases involving Faith Builders. In the meantime, placements with Faith Builders-associated homes have been halted until the review is complete. The Secretary's top priority is determining if any DCF policies or procedures were violated and appropriate actions will be taken if needed.
Journalists at The Topeka Capital-Journal wrote in support of a bill to increase government transparency. They described challenges obtaining easily available public information and increasing fees charged by agencies. Examples included a department denying a records request until an adjudication ended, then charging inspection fees; a city heavily redacting emails and charging uncited review fees; and tax entities charging up to $280 for payroll records, with the journalists paying almost $1,300 total. The journalists encouraged efforts to build public trust through making information widely and easily available.
The document discusses the rule for using commas between coordinating adjectives. It states that two or more adjectives that can be separated by "and" or "but" and independently modify a noun should be separated by commas. Examples are provided such as "Mr. Buckwalter lived in an old, dilapidated house" and "Mr. Buckwalter always helps little, old ladies cross the street." Practice rewriting sentences with coordinating adjectives and commas is also included.
This document provides the goals, tasks, and reading selection for a Grade 7 English learning package on narrative texts. The goals are for students to use descriptive adjectives, explain differences between self and other views, distinguish literal and figurative language, and write their own narrative. Initial tasks involve describing oneself and having classmates describe them. The reading selection is a short story about a boy whose sister torments him and his dog. Comprehension questions follow about identifying synonyms from context.
The Dranko Chronicles In The Land of DragonsNatasha Cronin
This document appears to be the beginning of a chapter from a fantasy novel titled "The Dranko Chronicles: In the Land of Dragons". It introduces the main character, Lily, who shows an early talent for magic like her mother. Lily sees the spirit of her deceased grandfather in her mother's work room, which frightens her. Her mother is unable to see the spirit. The chapter sets up Lily's gifts and her family background in magic and healing as the story is about to unfold.
The three brother wolverines - Billy, Bob, and Joe - go for a walk in the forest. They see Dr. Quencafio's cabin and sneak into his lab garage, where they see robotic ducks with antennas. That night, the wolverines use the robotic ducks to carry Dr. Quencafio's bed into the river as a prank while he sleeps.
Spider is afraid to participate in the school spelling bee but his family encourages him. His father tells him to pretend to be brave like a mountain lion. Later, his grandmother suggests pretending to be clever like a coyote. On the day of the bee, Spider takes their advice. He stands proudly on stage, turns his back to the audience, and listens to his spirit. Although he misspells a word, Spider is proud to come in second place. His family congratulates him on being brave like a mountain lion.
A teenage girl named [name] is sent by her mother to bring patties to her grandmother's house through the woods. She disobeys her mother by eating some of the patties. In the woods, she encounters a wolf-like man who questions her about the patties. She runs from him toward her grandmother's house. There, her grandmother wakes up from the smell of patties and saves [name] from the man by beating him away. However, [name] is then confronted by her grandmother about eating most of the patties herself.
The Story of My Life, first published in 1903, is Helen Keller's autobiography detailing her early life, especially her experiences with Anne Sullivan.This power point presentation is based on chapter 11 of this book.
This document appears to be an excerpt from a novel. It provides backstory on the main character Ellie, whose father leaves abruptly in the middle of the night. Ellie is then taken in by her uncles Quinn and Devlin, who she meets for the first time. Quinn seems warm and welcoming, fixing Ellie a nice meal, while Devlin seems more aloof. Ellie is given her own bedroom, which has been prepared for her arrival. As she lies in bed, Ellie sees a face appear in the wrinkles of her bedroom curtains that mouths her name, leaving her fascinated.
Fern adopts a runt pig named Wilbur that her father was going to kill. She cares for Wilbur, feeding him bottles and taking him everywhere with her. Wilbur follows Fern devotedly. At night, Wilbur sleeps in a box under an apple tree, covering himself with straw for warmth. He enjoys playing in the mud along the brook while Fern swims. Wilbur and Fern have a happy daily routine and bond.
This document contains poems and descriptions from various second grade students about their experiences in second grade, their favorite animals, and other topics. It includes poems about second grade being fun like an amusement park or birthday party, descriptions of favorite animals like bears and horses, and reflections on oneself. The students attend Strawberry Knoll Elementary School.
This document is Helen Keller's autobiography titled "The Story of My Life". It is divided into 12 chapters that describe her childhood, learning to communicate through sign language with her teacher Anne Sullivan, developing her language skills over time, and various experiences like visiting new places and seasons that helped her learn and grow. The autobiography provides insights into the challenges of being deafblind and how Anne Sullivan helped unlock Helen Keller's potential through dedicated education.
Kelly has a bad day where her teddy bear Felix is kidnapped by Erin. Kelly and her friends band together to try and save Felix, but their efforts are hampered by drunken antics from Kali and unexpected appearances from celebrities, animals, and a homeless man who turns out to be Barack Obama in disguise. In the end, Erin decapitates Felix in a fit of rage and is sent to jail, leaving Kelly crying herself to sleep every night without her bear.
Hello Everyone,
This Presentation is made by Gagandeep Singh <me>
gagandeep2singh2bedi@gmail.com
This Is ppt on Helen Kellen : The Story of My Life
I Had prepared It For My English Holiday Homework
Hope You Like It
Thankyou
Please Do Not Copy
Mocomi TimePass The Magazine - Issue 61Mocomi Kids
Can you tell the difference between an alligator and a crocodile? We've got some tips and tricks to help you tell them apart! Open up Mocomi TimePass Magazine Issue 61 to find out! Every issue has something fun for everyone. In each magazine you will find folktales, trivia, puzzles, health tips, jokes and much more!
Adelle and Avri go on a honeymoon to Takemizu Village that is plagued with mishaps. They return home and Adelle becomes pregnant. Avri is unfaithful and Adelle kicks him out. She gives birth to twins and realizes she has feelings for her best friend Alon. They get married and Adelle is happy with her new family.
This document is an introduction to Helen Keller's autobiography titled "The Story of My Life". It provides background on Keller, including that she was born in 1880 in Alabama to a Confederate Army captain. It lost her hearing and sight due to illness at 19 months old. The introduction describes her family history and childhood home. It also provides a table of contents for her autobiography, which will be presented in multiple chapters recounting her early life experiences and education.
Ann reluctantly spends her summer at her grandparents' farm, feeling bored and lonely. She meets Maggie, a 14-year-old farmhand, and the two girls become unlikely friends. Maggie teaches Ann farm chores and they have many adventures together. Though very different, the girls bond over their time spent on the farm. By summer's end, Ann has grown physically and mentally stronger from her experiences, and leaves looking forward to returning next year to see Maggie again.
This study examines how blog-mediated public relations (BMPR) can influence relational trust. It hypothesizes that blog posts with high narrative structure, dialogical self, and blogger credibility will result in more relational trust than low levels of these variables. An experiment was conducted manipulating these variables in blog posts written by a marketing vice president. 314 students evaluated levels of relational trust, blogger credibility, narrative structure, and dialogical self. Results supported the hypotheses that high levels of these variables led to greater perceived relational trust than low levels.
This letter from the Committee to Protect Journalists expresses concern to President Obama about actions by his administration that impede the free flow of information and discussion. It cites the use of secret subpoenas against news organizations, prosecutions that equate leaking classified documents to journalists with espionage, and increased limits on access to public interest information. The letter recommends that the administration take steps to protect journalists, increase transparency, and prevent intimidation of officials who speak to the press. It requests a meeting to discuss these issues and recommendations.
The Secretary of the Kansas Department for Children and Families (DCF) wrote the letter to update the recipient on DCF's review of its association with Faith Builders, a Wichita-based organization. Concerns were raised in late August about Faith Builders. DCF's legal team began a preliminary review and found possible legal issues that require confidentiality. The Secretary has requested an additional thorough review of all DCF cases involving Faith Builders. In the meantime, placements with Faith Builders-associated homes have been halted until the review is complete. The Secretary's top priority is determining if any DCF policies or procedures were violated and appropriate actions will be taken if needed.
Journalists at The Topeka Capital-Journal wrote in support of a bill to increase government transparency. They described challenges obtaining easily available public information and increasing fees charged by agencies. Examples included a department denying a records request until an adjudication ended, then charging inspection fees; a city heavily redacting emails and charging uncited review fees; and tax entities charging up to $280 for payroll records, with the journalists paying almost $1,300 total. The journalists encouraged efforts to build public trust through making information widely and easily available.
The document discusses the rule for using commas between coordinating adjectives. It states that two or more adjectives that can be separated by "and" or "but" and independently modify a noun should be separated by commas. Examples are provided such as "Mr. Buckwalter lived in an old, dilapidated house" and "Mr. Buckwalter always helps little, old ladies cross the street." Practice rewriting sentences with coordinating adjectives and commas is also included.
Perceived Quality and Attitude Toward Tea & Coffee by ConsumersWaqas Tariq
The main purpose of this study is to determine the consumers’ perception and attitude toward Tea and Coffee. Total 100 South Korean consumers participated as respondents in this study. Fishbien’s Multi-attribute attitude model and t-test were used to measure hypothesis and compare attitude toward Tea and Coffee. Findings indicate that consumer attitudes toward Coffee and Tea differed significantly among consumers in Korea. Consumers had an overall more positive attitude towards Coffee compared with Tea with regards to availability, different flavor, and environment of shop attributes. In contrast, mean value and t-value indicate that there were no significant differences in aspects of freshness, habitual facts, and status, but correlation value indicate that there were some differences with regards to freshness and status. Findings of this study are only related to the consumers from South Korea, study period was September 2010 to January 2012, and maybe it is not generalized to other nationalities or countries. The research hints that the Tea Company should give attention to its marketing strategy on enhancing the attributes of “different flavor”, “availability” and \"good environment of shop\". This study fills a gap in the literature on coffee and tea in business research.
The eLearning 2.0 Survival Guide - Assessing the Credibility of Web SourcesKristina Schneider
I delivered a presentation on The eLearning 2.0 Survival Guide – Assessing the Credibility of Web Sources at the Brandon Hall Innovations in Learning 2008 conference which was held in San Jose, September 2008.
Presentation Summary
It is no surprise that integrating Web 2.0 tools to learning is an innovative practice that is catching on quickly. Pushing the Web’s potential for democratizing information, Web 2.0 social computing practices are well aligned with constructivist learning strategies. Enabling learners to develop multiple perspectives can foster analytical and critical thinking.
What is worrisome is the transition from a spoon-fed model of education to a self-discovery and self-directed model without reconfiguring the approach to learning. Are individuals applying fact-checking rigour to the content they access? What criteria are they using? What do they consider to be expert knowledge? Are they simply looking for other sources to confirm what they’ve found or are they actually analysing the source of the information? Are they aware that information, correct and otherwise, spreads like memes on Web?
My presentation was largely be based on research I have done for my M.A. in Educational Technology thesis which is a qualitative study of people who write blogs on training to be used in the professional development of people who work in the field. The question lies in the authority and credibility of these blogs, and by extension Web content in general.
La varianza es la media aritmética del cuadrado de estadística varianzaeldieguito123
1) La varianza mide la dispersión de los valores de una variable aleatoria en torno a su media. 2) Se representa por σ2 y se calcula como la media de los cuadrados de las desviaciones de cada valor respecto a la media. 3) Excel proporciona funciones para calcular la varianza muestral (VAR) y poblacional (VARP).
Mr. Angeles gifted mats to his family upon returning home from a trip. Each mat was decorated with the family member's name and birthstone color. However, three of the mats were for his deceased children. Unfolding the mats brought great joy but also sorrow, as his wife grieved upon seeing the mats for their dead children. The mats symbolized remembrance of both the living and deceased members of the family.
The story follows three little pigs who leave home to seek their fortunes. The first builds a house of straw, the second of sticks, and the third of bricks. A big bad wolf blows down the houses of straw and sticks, forcing the pigs to take shelter with the third pig in his brick house. The third pig built strongly by combining techniques learned from the other pigs. Just like a levada spreads water, the two pigs spread information to the third pig to ensure everyone's safety from the wolf.
Dvorah Ben-Moshe discovered her son Ilan was deaf at a young age. Despite initial denial and tests indicating he could hear, she came to accept his deafness with the help of her friend Kecia. Kecia introduced Ben-Moshe to American Sign Language and the Deaf community. Ben-Moshe was impressed by Ilan's joy and engagement when visiting a school for the deaf. She committed to raising Ilan with ASL. Ilan thrived in deaf schools and graduated as valedictorian from Gallaudet University. Ben-Moshe learned from her experience that ASL is integral to Ilan's identity and happiness.
HoskieBenally is a Diné (Navajo) spiritual leader from Shiprock, New Mexico. He grew up immersed in traditional Diné culture with his grandparents, but lost his eyesight at age 22. He turned to alcohol initially but a medicine man told him his impairment was a purpose to find his path, which led him to direct a treatment center using both Western and Native teachings.
This magazine summarizes community events and profiles notable community members. It profiles Dr. Vincent Adams, a leader who overcame humble beginnings. It also profiles Dudley Laws, a prominent black activist in Toronto who recently passed away. The magazine highlights a Rwandan dance performance and a 100-year-old Jamaican woman, Keturah Matheson, who attributes her long life to hard work and a clean lifestyle. It also announces that George Hickes, the first Inuit elected to the Manitoba legislature, is retiring from politics after serving since 1990.
This PowerPoint accompanies Dr Lindsay William's teaching notes on AustLit. It covers Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander writing, secondary teaching, English teaching, ACARA, and embedding Indigenous perspectives in the classroom.
The document provides information about the Ilocos region and the ethnic groups found within it, including the Ibaloy, Isneg, and Ifugao people. It discusses their social classes, beliefs, and literary contributions such as epics, folktales, and oral traditions. Several festivals celebrated in Ilocos are also mentioned. Characteristics of Ilocanos and their cultural practices involving marriage traditions, death rituals, and family structure are outlined. Notable people from Ilocos like Juan Luna, Carlos Bulosan, and Elpidio Quirino are listed along with their achievements. Examples of Ilocano folk songs, words, and proverbs are provided. Details are given about prominent Iloc
This document provides an overview of Cherokee history, culture, religion, and mythology. It discusses the Cherokee's origins and contact with Europeans. It describes Cherokee clan structure, important figures like Sequoyah, and religious beliefs. It also summarizes a Cherokee myth about people transforming into bears and using a bear song to summon them for hunting. The document aims to convey key aspects of traditional Cherokee life.
Mr. Angeles brings home decorative sleeping mats for his family that he had specially commissioned. Each mat has the family member's name and birthstone color woven into it. The children are excited to receive their mats. However, there are three extra mats that turn out to be for their deceased siblings. Mr. Angeles' unveiling of these mats upsets the family as it forces them to confront their grief over the lost children.
Abreham is a 10-year-old student at Adams Thermal Academy in Hosanna, Ethiopia. His mother, Ayelech Haydebo, shared her devastating story with the author. As a young teenager, Ayelech was kidnapped and forced to marry a man in a remote village. Her new husband subjected her to female genital mutilation and infected her with HIV before dying. Left to raise four children alone, Ayelech struggles with poverty and illness but finds hope through her new faith in Jesus Christ. She is grateful that her children's sponsors allow them to attend Adams Thermal Academy.
Mocomi TimePass The Magazine - Issue 66Mocomi Kids
Spend your Sunday reading the story of Anasi the spider, his friend the firefly and a very angry tiger in Mocomi TimePass Magazine Issue 66. Every issue has something fun for everyone. In each magazine you will find folktales, trivia, puzzles, health tips, jokes and much more!
This document contains an excerpt from the short story "The Mats" by Francisco Arcellana. It describes Mr. Angeles bringing decorative woven mats home for each member of his family. Each mat is specially designed with the family member's name and symbol representing their interests or profession. When Mr. Angeles presents the mats to his wife and children, they are delighted by the beautiful artwork and personal touches for each person. The mats spark joy and excitement in the family during Mr. Angeles' homecoming.
Here are the corrections:
1. Jack always lies the cordless telephone where no one can find it.
2. Although the crowd shouts for him to rise, Charles lays in the middle of the boxing ring, felled by a powerful uppercut delivered by Antonio, his opponent.
3. Gently rocked by ocean waves, Robbie lay on the raft, unconcerned about the distance to shore or fish nibbling the fingers he dangled in the water.
4. Rachel laid her month-late essay in Dr. Cohen's mailbox, hoping that he would still accept the work.
5. Zack lay his head in his hands and sobbed. He had a 7.4 average in
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Raquel Glottman Last Chapter
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To live is to dream upon reality and co-create with spirit.
2. May 4
Getting to the Amazon Jungle was as much a physical journey as a spiritual one. I met with the group in Quito
and from there we took a five-hour bus drive that crossed us to the other side of the Andes mountains. The latter
part of the journey was at night under heavy thunder and rain.
The organizer of the group was a young man from the Czech Republic named Jan, aka Wancho. He was twenty
six years old and had been living with an indigenous family in the Amazon jungle for the past year. He had
hair down to his waist, braided, a long beard, and a funky smell. There were four other people from the Czech
Republic in our group. Besides them, there wss also a German guy named Leon, who came across as strangely
introverted;; he was twenty-eight, already balding with a pubic-hairish looking beard he touched a lot. Then there
was Henrik, a pale and thin Swiss guy also in his twenties. My first impression of him was that of a loner. And
finally Ian, a fit, tall, blue eyed anesthesiologist from Alaska, independent and adventurous was my first take on
him. Yep, all first impression judgments, but..., for the sake of description...
After five hours by bus the road ended. From there we had to carry our bags and walk through a muddy path
for about two hours or so until we reached the property of the Mamallacta family. Everything was built in tra-
ditional Amazonian style with native materials. When we arrived we were welcomed into the main hut, where
the shaman and his wife lived. The house was on stilts, round and tall, with an inverted cone-shaped roof built
out of thatch. On the walls there were many artifacts hanging;;dream catchers, dissected animals, instruments,
handcrafted jewelry, wooden fore-shafts, etc.
We all sat on the floor as Kobio (Kechua name) aka Elias, the shaman’s oldest son, greeted us in Spanish. Our
guide, Wancho, translated Elias’ words to English and Czech (you’d figure most Europeans speak English...not
the Czechs).
Elias welcomed us to his home. He told us that eight generations of his ancestors had lived and died here, that
their knowledge and customs were still kept alive, as well as their memory, names and histories.
I wondered at that point if anyone else in the group was realizing how abbreviated their knowledge of their
family lineage was in comparison.
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3. Elias said that no one from his tribe had ever cross-married, that they planned on keeping things this way and
remain living in their land for many years to come. His father, Don Kassimir, a man in his late eighties, was sitting
on a chair staring at us with a faint smile. Don Kassimir didn’t speak English or Spanish. His wife, with whom he
had eleven children, sat on the floor at his side. As opposed to him, she didn’t smile at us, not even faintly. To
her, we were a group of strangers from an unknown far away land, in her house.
After a short explanation of the activities of the following eight days, Elias, the shaman’s son, asked us to feel at
home, and told us we were all very welcome there.
Elias was a strong, robust man, with prominent indigenous features. He had a pleasant voice and a gift for
words. Elias was also physically handicapped. His body was deformed from the torso down. His legs were under-
developed, one of them shorter and he couldn’t put the sole of the foot flat on the ground, so he walked with
a limp to one side. It looked as if he had childhood polio or a snake bit him, or something like that. Anyway, he
seemed perfectly used to it, not one bit insecure about it, certainly not limited by it. Elias was as active as anyone
else there, if not more. He was a lively social character.
After the introduction we were led to the dining hut where we were served a mild lentil soup, with no salt or con-
diments, the beginning of our shamanic diet. In the moonlit night we were then escorted to our sleeping huts,
which were at a considerable distance from the main house. In the jungle it rains a lot, the paths are muddy and
slippery. We had to choose our rooms. I picked the one closest to the river. It was dark and I couldn’t see the
river, but I could hear it. My room was small, with only a bed and a wooden bench. Everything was hand built
by the members of the family. The windows had no mosquito net so I had to rig a way to hang my sarong and
towel as curtains. I placed my sleeping bag on the bed and used the stuffed panda bear my daughter had given
me to as pillow. Content, tired and curious, I fell asleep.
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4. May 5
I woke up nice and early only to discover that the river was but steps away from my room. Birds and butterflies
flew all around. ‘I am in paradise’ was my first thought of the day as I bathed in the river.
I made my way to the dining area, amazed at the variety of plants and trees, awed by the splendor of it all! It
was nature as nature intended;; wild, diverse and vibrant. In front of the main house Elias was tending a fire,
preparing the Ayahuasca brew for that night’s ceremony. I stopped to say hello. After a few sentences, I men-
tioned that I had taken Ayahuasca before in Peru, with Norma Panduro, otherwise known as Estrella Ayahuasca.
I was pleased to learn that he knew her. They had participated in shamanic conferences together. I asked him
straightforwardly what he thought happened to her.
“It was probably the work of other shamans,” he said.
When he saw my face of disappointment he added, “I’m sorry. You asked, and I really do think it was evil spells
that killed her. Unfortunately, sometimes there is a lot of envy among shamans because they don’t attract people
to them as Norma did.”
I realized with that comment, that shamans have as much power to heal, as they have to harm...
The group gathered for a simple breakfast, after which Elias showed up again with an exotic red fruit he called
Anatto, it’s bright red juicy seeds were used as skin pigments. Elias told us we had to paint our faces in order to
enter the primary forest.
“This is the traditional way we ask the forest spirit for permission to proceed” he said.
This primary forest where he was taking us belonged to the Mamallacta family.
“We preserve it so its biodiversity carries on untouched. In this way, we honor and protect Pacha-mama while
staying connected to our ancestors.”
We painted each other’s faces and followed Elias to a magnificent Garden of Eden, where nothing had been
disrupted. As we walked, Elias pointed out plants, telling us their name in Kechua and Spanish, describing their
healing properties and how to use them.
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5. To our untrained eye, a forest is a place with lots of wildlife and plants;; to the indigenous people, each one of
those plants has a name, an entity, an intelligence, and healing abilities. You could say our knowledge ends
where theirs begins.
The first plant Elias introduced as the forest’s best repellent. He cut off some leaves, rubbed them hard with his
palms, spreading the nectar over his arms. We all did the same, adding green arms to our red painted faces.
“This one over here,” he continued, pointing to a small plant that looked pretty much like all the other small
plants, “is a contraceptive. It is drunk after boiling the leaves for six hours. With one dose a woman will become
infertile for five years.”
“These red seeds you see here,” he carried on, opening a small fruit, “are taken whole. They are for malaria and
for stomach parasites.”
Then he walked us to a big strong tree presenting us with the famous Sangre de Dragon (blood of dragon). He
stroked the trunk sideways with his machete, from the tree’s surface began pouring a blood-like red liquid which
Elias collected on a big leaf.
“We use this to cure wounds, it is a powerful antiviral and anti-inflammatory sealer. It’s also used orally to
cleanse the liver and cure cancer.” he said proudly as we each investigated the curious blood of tree passed
around in a large leaf.
In a primary forest all types of fauna grow next to each other. There are huge magnificent trees with vines and
parasite plants hanging from them, mushrooms, flowers, fruits, all kinds of animals. Elias kept stopping, pointing
and explaining: “This tree here is used to make spears, its wood is very strong. The milk from this one is mas-
saged in a woman’s vagina when she is having trouble dilating during birth. This leaf I am passing around to
smell is very effective for treating asthma. This other plant over here is for epilepsy and that one is for treating
fungus.” And on and on he continued, occasionally apologizing for giving us such a brief explanation,
“I would need weeks to transmit everything I know about this forest” he explained.
It was overwhelming to be in such a pharmaceutical sanctuary. ‘Knowledge is power’, I remember Orion telling
me, and knowledge is attained by tuning in to nature, was my conclusion after listening to Elias.
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6. One of the main differences between the indigenous people of the Amazon and us, is that they communicate
with the spirits of nature. For us, a mountain is just a mountain, a river is just a river, a tree is just a tree. For
them, they are entities, healers and protective allies.
Indigenous shamans retain an unbroken continuation of knowledge within the realm of plant medicine that is
thousands of years old, and is kept alive by oral tradition. That’s a lot of knowledge if you consider that the
Amazon is the most biologically diverse place on Earth where more than half of the planet’s plant species are
found. Most western pharmaceutical drugs originate from such indigenous shamanic knowledge, though, not
much remuneration or credit is ever given to them.
Occasionally, Elias would pull out the stem of a palm tree and pass it around for us to taste the crunchy fresh
heart of palm. We also ate unfamiliar new fruits, including an orange avocado.
Sweaty, scratched, bitten and fascinated we continued deeper into the forest. Elias pointed out the popular Uña
de Gato (cat’s claw) describing it as a powerful tonic for the immune system also used to cure cancer.
“This is one of our greatest teachers and healers. This here is a garlic tree.” Elias said as we reached a magnifi-
cent, big old tree. With his machete he sliced a small piece of trunk from it passing it around. It had a pungent
garlic smell which lingered with us for the rest of the expedition and beyond.
7. After two hours of walking we got to the sacred cave where the ‘spirits of the ancestors live’, as Elias put it.
Before entering he told us, in a very moving way, that for his people this forest is a university, hospital and
church. Then he gave us a brief account of historical events, including how, not long ago, Italian missionaries
forced shamans to assist Sunday mass or otherwise tortured and beat them unconscious.
The cave was a rocky black tunnel with a stream running below it. The deeper, the darker and louder it became.
“It takes about an hour and a half to come out the other side,” Elias informed us. None of us had a flashlight so
we didn’t venture too far in. Best to leave their ancestors in peace...
By the time we got out of the Primary Forest, we were feeling more like ecologists than a group of newly arrived
tourists.
After a light lunch, the sound of thunder sent us all back to our respective rooms for a reflective restful period
while we waited for night to come to be called to the main house for the first ceremony, what we’d come here for.
It had been raining hard for hours. When the moment arrived the path leading to the main hut was wet and
muddy. Walking in the dark awakened my senses in anticipation. I looked up to see the night sky vibrating with
glowing stars. Ayahuasca sessions are always held at night on an empty stomach.
Inside the hut, mattresses and heavy alpaca blankets were laid out on the floor against the circular rail. Don
Kassimir, our shaman, sat on his chair facing us. We took our places on the mattresses. I sat next to Elias, and
directly in front of Don Kassimir. My newly acquainted friend, Ian, was at my left side.
Don Kassimir remained silent as Elias spoke on his behalf. He began by welcoming us, then introduced the dif-
ferent props used during the ceremony. Namely, a few instruments, the bundle of leaves used to do the ‘limp-
ieza’ or spiritual/energetic cleanse, a plate with bits of ginger and orange to chew on after drinking the brew, a
bottle of ‘Aguaflorida’ a perfumed water made with alcohol, lemon and herbs (at least that’s what it smelled like)
and finally, the Ayahuasca brew. He told us that this night we were going to do an ‘experiment’ and drink the
Ayahuasca mixed with the leaves of the Ameruca plant, or cocoa, as we know it, while for the next ceremony
we would try it with the traditional Chacruna plant mixed into it. I didn’t like the sound of that. I knew that only
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8. a specific combination of plants gave the Ayahuasca vine its full visionary effect...Then again, who was I to
disagree?
Elias suggested we try to ‘fall in love’ with the spirit of Ayahuasca, approaching her gently, with the clear inten-
tion of openly receiving her medicine and teachings.
He concluded his introduction to the ceremony by explaining the technicalities of the ritual. Mainly, that when
we felt the need to vomit we could either stand up, turn over and throw up over the rail, or we could go outside
and vomit anywhere we wanted.
“The Earth also wants the medicine,” he said. Oh boy...
Then he sang a few songs in Kechwa, and finally called us, one by one, to drink roughly one ounce of the
reddish-brown concoction, served in the same cup for all. One ounce might not sound like much, but Ayahuasca
tastes horrible and it’s hard to gulp down.
After we all drank the candles were blown out. We sat without speaking, just feeling the brew move inside
our system, doing what it does. There was thunder far away, but inside, the silence was dense, the waiting
unbearable.
Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed. The unpleasant sensation of something heavy in the stomach made
time slow down. Wancho rolled natural tobacco in dried banana leaves and passed them around. Tobacco is
habitually used in ceremony for it’s considered ‘food for spirits’.
As it turns out, spirits like smoke, who knew?...
I had my mantra prayer beads with me. I kept moving them as I prayed repeatedly for a “clear mind and a pure
body”, one hundred and eight times, at the end of which the nausea started to get worse and worse.
Soon I was up, turned over the rail, vomiting forcefully. It was punishing. I vomited repeatedly, convulsing to
squeeze out the last drop of liquid from my stomach. Choking, gasping, vomiting some more. When I thought it
was done it started all over again. I felt miserable! Ayahuasca purging is brutal. I had the thought of wanting to
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9. go home, lie next to my daughter and touch the perfect soft skin of her innocent face.
What am I doing here? Why do I have to do this? A voice inside of me complained as I sat there breathing heavily
with cold sweat running down my forehead.
I was the first in the group to be sick but everyone else soon followed. Eventually I had to get up to go to the
bathroom. Ayahuasca has a way of flushing the intestines cleansing them of accumulated toxins that is better
than any colonic.
At that point I started having the first visions of the night. I saw electrified energy buzzing over everything I
looked at, including myself, like miniature lightning radiating charged static from matter. I carefully made my
way back to my mattress and laid there quietly, shivering. Someone brought me an extra blanket. All covered up
in fetal position, I felt like a seed that did not wish to be disturbed. I was weak which made me sympathetic for
people that go through severe medical treatments, like chemotherapy, withstanding similar levels of discomfort
and nausea. I thought about my aunt who died recently, invaded with cancer after years of treatment. I felt sorry
for her and all those forced to endure sickness and treatments.
After a while Don Kassimir called each one of us for the ‘limpieza’, or energy cleanse. The limpieza consisted in
sitting in front of him as he sang shaking his bundle of chaturanga leaves over our heads and shoulders. Then,
taking a big sip from the Aguaflorida bottle, he would belch the liquid over our arms and shoulders. He followed
that light shower, by grabbing our head and pressing his lips against the crown, sucking on our scalp, then spit-
ting some more perfumed water over it.
When my dreaded turn came, I wasn’t looking forward to it, especially the spitting, but there was nothing I could
do but succumb. I sat obediently, as straight as I could, letting him perform his ritual on me. At that moment
I missed Norma, my spiritual mother. I missed her voice, her music, most of all, as I sat there being spewed
on, I missed her unconditional wise love. But I knew, somehow, she was right there with me, there with the
Ayahuasca.
After the limpieza I had very lucid thoughts with strong visions of unexplainable changing geometric forms
coming towards me. I noticed that I could at once see the hallucinations and control them (to a point). It was
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10. as if they were happening to me, but I was happening to them as well. As my mind tried to discern the new
sensations and assimilate the flashing multicolored images, I had the chilling realization that my so-called human
existence is all primarily lived out in my head! As it stands, I fathomed, my so called life is mostly one long
monologue inside me. With that, Ayahuasca sent me a clear message: it is essential to move from the head to
the heart. Making that transition is the best thing you can strive for, Ayahuasca spirit told me. The second best
thing, I deduced, was to at least to keep one’s self good mental company, while in the process.
In my induced state, I recognized that to transfer our consciousness from the head to the heart can be as simple
as choosing what sound to focus at any given moment. It is mindfully choosing to be less mindful, more present
in the body, until it becomes natural.
May 6
I woke up early feeling lighter in every way. The first thing I did was bathe in the river. I submerged myself
completely, washing away the saliva and Aguaflorida from my hair. The river felt exquisitely fresh.
Lucidity of mind was a noticeable after-effect after that first ceremony. I also noticed the pace of my inner and
outer movements seemed delicately modified. I felt more connected, more receptive to nature. With that, a joy,
a sheer gladness at simply being me and being there set in.
Still, I had to reason with myself after last night’s inner voice said it never wanted to do Ayahuasca again. I knew
that was little Miss you know who complaining for being taken out of her comfort zone...I told myself that I was
still to find out what it would be like with the traditional Chacruna leaves and not the cocoa ‘experiment’ they
gave us. Besides, as awful as the purging had been, this was preventative medicine, a necessary cleanse, and I
was feeling transformed by it already.
Breakfast was fruit and steamed yucca, after which the group met with the shaman for the ‘evaluation’ of the
ceremony as Wancho called it. The evaluation consisted of Don Kassimir telling us how he sensed our spirit
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11. and what he did to us during the limpieza. As we all took our same places from the night before inside the
main house, the evaluation began. Unfortunately it was made very long due to the continuous translation from
Kechua, to Spanish, to English to Check! I was the only one with perfect Spanish and English to notice how
much was lost and generously added by form of interpretation. I also noticed that the shaman rarely looked at
us in the eye as he spoke, but rather muttered his words in an expressionless manner, keeping a certain distance
from us. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Maybe this was a form of protection. After all, who are we to them?
The first one up was Leon, the German guy who looked like a combination of Rasputin and some mad scientist.
The shaman began in Kechua, Elias followed with a lengthy translation in Spanish, next Wancho gave his ver-
sion of it in English, then in Czech. The unsettling surprise was that the shaman’s words were acutely personal
from the start. It was startling to witness this linguistic telegraph go over such a private report of the Shaman’s
impressions. I was baffled by the method of this so-called evaluation and thought it should have been done one-
on-one, rather than in this lenthly group-therapy fashion. Was it really necessary to get exposed like that? I’m
are talking painfully personal information tossed around strangers in four languages!
Leon, as we were all informed, had not vomited the Ayahuasca. Don Kassimir told him that it was because
he was blocked, psychologically sick and always felt lonely. Now how is that for breaking the ice?! Oh dear, I
thought, and this is only the beginning... Then Don Kassimir explained that during the limpieza he had removed
black bandages from his eyes. The next guy was told that he was a good person but that his spirit was moving
in and out of him continuously. Don Kassimir’s description of the healing he gave each one of us was full of
fantastic images, colors, talismans and spirits coming in to assist. As he continued describing how he perceived
the state of our souls, I kept thinking, there it is again, the wheel of archetypal suffering: The drama of karma.
Until that moment I had no idea how much the people around me were in need of help. Most of the group had
some sort of emotional, physical, spiritual, or psychological illness. To heal is to be willing to die to something
old and resurrect to something new and that’s not easy.
My turn to be evaluated was almost last. I must say, it was like waiting for public sentencing. Fortunately he
went easy on me and kept it short. First he smiled at me, that was already a lot, then he whispered something
in Kechua and Elias turned to me saying, “He washed your spirit with the pure water of a beautiful fountain.”
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12. May 7
Today we collected fifty different varieties of leaves and flowers from the Secondary Forest filling two large bas-
kets that we then took down to the river. We shredded our gatherings in a wooden barrel, then, one by one we
sat inside it bathing in this potent botanical infusion. That’s Amazonian Spa therapy for you. I went in first. No
secondhand plant baths for me thank you.
Elias told us to be especially attentive to our dreams after this natural tonic bath. Elias was a most caring host.
I appreciated everything he did for us and considered him a friend.
After our herbal infusion was over, we met again by the main house to prepare the Ayahuasca brew for that
night. A large pile of cut Ayahuasca logs waited for us over a mantle of banana leaves. First we had to scrape
off the surface of the wood with knives, revealing the reddish smooth skin underneath. Then we shredded the
Ayahuasca liana by pounding it with rocks. The shredded logs went into a big pot of boiling water over the fire. I
got so involved in the task I developed a big painful blister on my thumb. So I asked Elias to give the Sangre de
Dragon tree a machetaso so I could disinfect and seal my painful blister with it’s nectar, as one does in the jungle.
The moon was almost full. Again we were called to the main hut. A condor could be heard singing in the distance.
We took our places as Elias began with an evocation song to contact the spirit of Ayahuasca. The brew was
served, the candles blown out, the tobacco offered. We waited again. The moon was present with us, as was
the sound of the condor and other animals, birds, frogs, crickets, monkeys. It was cold. We waited in stillness.
Again, I was the first to get up and projectile vomit. I lied back down, not feeling well, rocking myself from
side to side trembling, cold, yet also sweating. It was intense, I felt the essence of the plant moving in me. I
saw everything as a manifestation of energy. Mind is energy, knowledge is energy, everything comes from one
source and nothing ever dies, energy becomes, transforms, is renewed, reinvented again and again. For the
first time ever, I found the fact that we maintain the same physical form consistently to be an astonishing feat.
On Ayawaska I felt I could morph into something else, like a flower, or a bird. Instead I remain as I am and
that was suddenly a noteworthy feature. Elias told me his father once shape-shifted into a boa. Someone else
had mentioned that about Don Kassimir. Now I can see how it’s possible and believe he probably did. It is the
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13. he Cosmic Matrix was all around me like an endless labyrinthine dome. The Cosmic Matrix was all around me like an endless labyrinthin
ome.
“The Cosmic Matrix was all around me
like an endless labirynthine dome”
14. unwavering persistent sameness of our physicality that blows me away. I found it astounding to know for certain
that I would wake up the next day to sit in front of Don Kassimir for his evaluation and we will both look exactly
as we do today. It’s a special attribute. It actually really is.
With my head on the mattress I stared at the shaman seeing the old man as pure white energy. His feather
headpiece became a colored crown of dancing lights. I recalled the Jewish tradition of covering the crown of the
head with a kippah and pondered about the shamanic roots of mystical Judaism.
When I closed my eyes visions of magnificent plants formed in my head. The whole night I saw manifestations
of nature full of unbelievable originality. It was a revelation. A clear insight: Creation is not over yet. We are still
in Genesis. Nature was displaying herself before me as an ecstatically experimental and erotically creative game.
My visions of unfolding forms showed life’s potential for invention is infinite. I saw flowers opening spreading
hundreds of colored rays out into the universe forming beautiful mandalas that became undulating, seductive,
vulva-like blossoms that transformed into fractals within fractals. What I saw was awesome! At the same time I
sensed the medicine moving through my system, reprogramming it. Ayahuasca spirit told me to live with hope
and not fear, showing me that life is playful, that creation is always creating, that existence is affirmative and full
of surprises. All the fear-based apocalyptic mentality melted away. Divine spirit is abundant and blissful, there
are endless expressions of life, simply for the sake of life itself.
I got up to go outside. The moon was shining bright, everything looked ultra-real. My thoughts were coherent.
I got a message regarding a future project. Again more visions, all about nature, all beautiful and impossible
to describe. I witnesed ceaseless births as a sense of peace and contentment set over me. I recalled my family
and friends, and blessed each one of them. No thoughts troubled me. I reviewed my life seing the changes that
are coming.
When I got back inside the hut, Don Kassimir was doing the limpieza. It was my turn. He repeated my name in
his prayers, shaking the bundle of leaves and splashing the perfumed water over me. This time, I didn’t mind so
much the spitting and sucking on my head.
I have one last vision. First of a gleaming yellow light, like a sun with many colors around it. I concentrate and
the lights condense into a single tunnel. I move deep into the tunnel, until I reach an entrance where there is a
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15. gate. At the gate I receive a jewel, a pendant made out of gold with a yellow precious stone. It has the shape
of a tear drop. It is very beautiful. I am mesmerized by it.
This night I cannot sleep, I listen to the river, hear the birds and all the sounds of the forest’s busy nightlife. Time
is endless when you can’t sleep!
May 9
By seven am I was already out of bed and in the river. As I headed for breakfast I passed through the main
house, two people from the group were still sleeping in there since thet night before, Elias was looking after
them. I stoped to chat. Elias tells me a few stories, what he calls ‘healing secrets’, like using the blood of bats
mixed with herbs to re-grow hair for balding men, or the account of a young woman who was cured of breast
cancer using Sangre de Dragon. He explained that in order to heal, the sick person must have faith and willing-
ness to break the pattern of sickness. I knew that.
I eat half a banana, that’s enough.
During the evaluation Elias told the group that if we could see how the Ayahuasquereo shamans work during the
ceremonies we would realize that we are all connected like a net and that numerous light spirits are hovering
around assisting us.
“We are surrounded by spiritual helpers” he assured us with his humble and sincere smile. He also told us that
his ancestors, the shamans of the past, had greater powers than they do today. That their abilities were less
diluted.
I appreciated how Elias expressed himself so poetically.
“As conscious spiritual seekers that you are, you are here to become a part of the root system that keeps the
mother tree standing” he said to us before moving on to translate his father’s description of the limpieza of the
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16. night before. Again, it was full of marvelous imagery, spirits, and remarkable occurrences.
To us Don Kassimir’s perceptions are visions, yet, to him, they are totally real. Don Kassimir told someone in our
group that he had given him crystal glasses, and to another he said he put the protection of an entire rainbow
around him.
When it was my turn I told him about the tunnel of light and the gemstone I had received at the gate. He said
it was an amulet, a protection charm, that I should not forget about it and should think of it as a gift to facilitate
opening the heart.
May 10
After covering myself in bug spray I decided to go into the nearby town of Tena, to call my daughter. I managed
to get her on the phone, but she was having too much fun at the moment and barely wanted to speak. Children
and phones don’t mix. She was doing great, that’s all I wanted to know.
All my clothes are dirty. I washed them in the river and now they have a moldy smell. Besides that, insects are
incessantly feasting on my blood, my DNA is spread all over the forest, thanks to them. I set the camera on self-
timer to take a picture of my back. I have at least one hundred bites on my back alone. I’ve lost weight, which
is always good. My biggest fantasy right now is a hot shower and dry, clean clothes. What a luxury!
Today I stumbled upon a snake, not too big, only about twenty inches long. It was black with red marks. I think
that means poisonous. Interestingly, it seemed more afraid of me than the other way around.
Night came. We got called to the main hut. A voice inside kept telling me not to take the Ayahuasca on this night.
I felt a lot of tension about this decision. I didn’t know what to do. These ceremonies seem to revolve around
healing the body, mind, and spirit, but I am not sick. I am here to find out more about who I am, and who I am
is not sick, that I know.
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17. The moon was full. The condor only sings on full moon nights. After we took our usual places, I whispered to
Elias, “Please skip my turn.” I was appeased as he accepted my request with no questions asked. I was happy
to be a part of the ceremony without drinking the brew. I still got spasms of nausea just from looking at the
others gulp it down.
On this occasion, listening to my inner voice was more empowering than drinking Ayahuasca. I had no regrets
but rather a sense of reaffirmed personal strength. The candles were blown out. We all sat once again in still-
ness, there is never silence in the jungle.
I sat in an upright lotus pose, sinking effortlessly into a deep meditation. My mind was perfectly balanced. All
was going smooth until, Henrik, the Swiss guy, decided he was dying.
The young man was frail-looking to start with, but now even his lips seemed to have lost their color.
“Help, help, God help me, somebody help me.” Henrick screamed out.
I instinctively ran over to him. He grabed my arm and pulled me towards him holding me desperately. What he
needed was human touch. What he needed was to be saved from the spear of loneliness.
Earlier that day Henrik had told me that he didn’t mind the taste of Ayahuasca because he was used to drinking
bad-tasting medicine.
“Why? What for?” I asked.
“For cleansing my system,” was his answer. To which I replied,
“But you are so thin, what do you need to go cleansing for? What about just being human, Henrik? Rice and
beans, farts and all. You don’t need to put yourself through continuous cleansing.” I’m no doctor, but that boy
looked too purified and cleansed to me.
Henrik held on to me. I understood my duty that night was to be of service. He is troubled, tormented, sick from
his own thoughts. He asked me to touch his shaved head. He had a skin rash all over his body. Again, I’m no
doctor, but it just looked psychosomatic...His pimples are his insecurities I thought. Then he asked me to give
him a foot massage. A pushy request, but I consented. While I touched him I inwardly practiced the meditation
of washing myself in white light. Then he asked me to kiss him. I kiss him on the forehead, putting my hands
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18. over his chest and smiled, hoping that made him feel better. But a sudden wave of nausea and vomiting came
over him, after which he crawled his way to the shaman, asksing him for help. Don Kassimir did his leaf-shaking
thing, sang and blew the Aguaflorida on him. Henrik crawled back to his place, and called my name. I went
over to him and held his hand. Henrik was going through a dark night of the soul, his loneliness had become
intolerable. Up until that moment he had been the introverted one in the group, but tonight the inner anguish
had made him reach out.
“Your hands are healing,” he said. Then, sounding a bit delirious, he asked,
“Who are you?”
“An angel” I responded without hesitation. I really feel like his appointed angel for the night, there to give him
loving energy. That night I spent a long time unconditionally caring for Henrik. Perfectly aware, as I was doing
so, that ‘nothing that is human is foreign to me’.
“I am totally lacking friends and I don’t get along with my parents,” he confessed.
“My father represents everything that is wrong with the world.”
I told Henrik that if he lived without judgment he would set himself free and everyone else in the process.
“What do you mean? Explain that to me.”
“Well, if you simply accept your father as he is, you are free from classifying him as right or wrong and he is free
to be who he is. So you see, both of you will be liberated once you stop judging.”
After my explanation Henrik started whispering to himself “accept him, accept him, accept him...”
I also told him to get some sun, “it will give you back strength and joy”
“But, most importantly Henrick, you have to stop detoxifying your system.”
“I do?” He said, sounding surprised.
“Yes. Be done with self-punishment, it is harming you.”
Don Kassimir gave me a limpieza. When he finished he whispered to Elias softly in Kechua.
“He said you’ve already incorporated the healing he gave you the last time”. The truth is, that during the limp-
ieza I was doing internal work myself, intentionally radiating as much light as I knew how. In part, to see if Don
Kassimir would notice.
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19. May 11
Ian, the nice guy from Alaska, and I, decided we were going to meet the other shaman Wancho had mentioned
on his emails. His name was Don Lucho. He is a local Yacha, Kechua for shaman. Not all Ayahuascas are made
the same. It seems to me that Don Kassimir’s is more for healing, but since that is not what I am looking for, I
wanted to try another while I was still in the Equadorian Amazon. I also wanted to break free from the group
dynamic as I was starting to get caught up in others’ personal issues and karmic levels. There is not much I can
do to help;; everyone has their own journey.
Ian and I thanked the Mamallacta family, said goodbye to the group and Wancho, grabbed our bags and walked
out the muddy road. When we turned to look back, the last thing we saw was Henrik in a tree house, looking
miserable because he had requested the potent tobacco tea used to purge the system. We had to laugh.
When we got to the paved road we hopped onto a pickup truck that was on its way to Tena, where Juan, the son
of our new shaman, was waiting for us. Juan looked like a man with a good heart. He was soft spoken, humble
and gentle. My radar of love sent trusting, calming signals around him. During the taxi ride from the town to his
house he told us that his mother was in charge of the preparation of the brew, though she had never tried it
herself, and that his father did the energy work during the ceremony. That their Ayahuasca was very strong and
it’s effects lasted four to five hours with many visions.
Don Lucho, was rolling tobacco in dried banana leaves when we arrived. A couple of skinny dogs lay next to him,
while a chicken roamed around. Ian and I sat down to talk to him.
Don Lucho looked like he was in his fifties. He was a small man, about five foot four, with a sweet, child-like
smile and a very gentle manner. His eyes were deep, his movements and speech peaceful. Like his son, there
was tranquility about him.
“My father and grandfathers have all been shamans,” he began to relate to us.
“When I was eight years old, my father took me to a sacred fountain and left me there for four days. This was
my initiation, my first encounter with the spirits that live in nature. These spirits are like people” Don Lucho told
us, “but far more powerful and wise.”
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20. "'Eveything is made of light,' he said,
'and the space between isn't empty.'"
Don Miguel Ruiz The Cosmic Matrix
was all around me like an endless
21.
“When I turned seventeen, my father instructed me to go down the river on a canoe and continue rowing
towards Peru. Eventually,” he continued telling us as he rolled the tobacco,
“I met another Yacha on the way who directed me to a smaller stream which led into a very different place.
There, I encountered two beautiful naked women who grabbed me by the hand and took me to a place where
they kept a huge anaconda. They instructed me sit on it as they patted it, speaking to it in its language “Apa,
apa” (relax, relax). Then a man appeared.”
The story kept getting better! I was in charge of translating it to Ian who listened attentively. Don Lucho
described this man he encountered as robust and tall chief, wearing a metal shield that looked like fish scales.
“The man put his hand on my shoulders, looked straight into my eyes, and declared that he was transferring all
of his powers on to me. He also told me that for the next twenty five years I was not to tell anyone about this
incident, except for my father, and that for those same twenty five years I had to follow a strict diet and drink no
alcohol. On top of that, I had to make a vow of celibacy for one year.” This last requirement, Don Lucho assured
us repeatedly, was the hardest one by far.“But this,” he explained, “is how I gained my shamanic powers and
the gift of healing.”
He said he spent those twenty five years learning from his father about botanical medicines to heal all sorts
of illnesses, and that ever since, people from all over the world, like us, had found him and come to drink his
medicine.
What an introduction!
After being transported to such a magical realm, I discreetly asked him, in the most respectful way, if what he
had just told us was a vision or if it had actually happened for real?
Don Lucho assured me, with a sincere expression, that this chronicle had happened to him just as he had
recounted it. Then he stood up and asked us to get ready for the ceremony.
The ceremonial hut was constructed in traditional Amazonian style, set in a field separate from the family house.
We could hear a strong river very close by. Ian said it sounded like an industrial factory that never closed.
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22. Don Lucho, it turned out, looked quite different in his shamanic attire. He wore only a pair of black shorts, a long
beaded necklace, and a feathered headpiece. His lean body was pure muscle mass. He sat on a tree trunk with
his bare feet planted firmly on the ground, his spine erect and his chest expanded. His presence was strong. Ian
and I were the only visitors that night. Besides us, quite a few members of the shaman’s family gathered around
him;; his wife, his son, his brother-in-law, and three adolescent boys. I was served the Ayahuasca first, then Ian,
then Juan, and lastly, the shaman. No one else drank. I confess I was a bit frightened and drank only about two
thirds of what he served me. This time, though, it didn’t taste that horrid, nor was it such a torture to sit with it
as it passed through my system. Everything was a bit lighter, a bit easier here. The candles were blown out and
Don Lucho played a beautiful melody with his small flute. Then he stood up and went outside, everyone in his
family followed him as he started speaking loudly to some invisible entities. He sounded authoritative. I didn’t
understand anything. He had the Aguaflorida in one hand and his bundle of surupanga leaves on the other as
he vocalized something in a commanding tone, blowing and shaking his leaves. He was quite good at expelling
the perfumed water into the air, it looked like aerosol spray when he did it. All and all, I didn’t really get what
was going on.
So I walked around, surprised not to be feeling sick or heavy in my stomach. Soon after, Don Lucho was back
in his place inside the hut, calling me in for the limpieza. I went inside and sat on the tree trunk in front of him.
Don Lucho started playing his flute while gazing directly into my eyes with striking concentration. His gaze was
piercing and unyielding. The vibration of his flute filled me, he was taking me on a trance by connecting his
energy and attention to mine. It was intense.
As he was doing this, my perception of reality shifted into some sort of bio-spiritual realm. He kept staring at
me in a way that no one ever had. I looked back at him and his face began to change. For a moment he had no
face, there was only the instrument, the headpiece, and what looked like an erased face. Then his body became
like an evocation of a tribal king. Don Lucho began to sing his Icaro, or sacred song for the spirits. He repeated
his melody on and on like a mantra. Then he blew Aguaflorida on my shoulders, on the palms of my hands, on
my face, and made strange gurgling sounds as he pressed his mouth to the crown of my head and sucked on it.
He did the same thing on the inside of my wrists. It felt like suction cups. At that point the effects of the brew
got to me, I was breathing heavily, trying to keep it together, but he kept singing while pounding my head and
shoulders with the surupanga leaves and he wouldn’t stop. It went on and on. I was bearing it stoically, but
eventually I lost my composure. I couldn’t take it any more. I got up, ran outside, barely making it to the door
when I started vomiting.
23. It’s not easy. It never is. Juan rushed behind me and continued to sing, shaking the leaves over me. I couldn’t
take it. “No mas, por favor, no mas” I managed to utter, and he helped me to one of the beds.
I laid down wrapped in a blanket and the visions began straightaway. With eyes open I could see the grid of
rainbow-colored geometrical patterns encircling me. The Cosmic Matrix was all around me like an endless laby-
rinthine dome. With eyes closed, the visions were even stronger and came complimented by sensations all over
my body, with cellular information. I experienced an octopus-like creature with tentacles that were like blue and
green serpents attached to a pulsating glowing fleshy center. This creature was inside of me. It’s nucleus was
vagina-like, and moved in an erotic undulating rhythm, ravenous and curious. The tentacles were numerous and
advanced indulgently in all directions. I could feel this energy manifesting inside me. Every crease of my being
had a tentacle exploring it. The effect was like being seized by an entity that was reprogramming me, molecule
by molecule. I became the experience, the vagina with the phallic tentacles, the masculine and feminine, the
sacred vital energy. The sensations were at once revelations, wordless disclosures of a whole other plane of
reality. It was overpowering and stimulating in an intriguing tantalizing new way.
I began to take some control and noticed that I could direct this energy to any part of my being that I became
aware of. This gave me a premonition on how shamanic healing works;; namely, by utilizing powerful, unlimited,
trans-dimensional, psycho-spiritual forces. Most importantly, I realized that within me and within everyone exists
the potential to activate that power. Magic is accessible and inherent in us. The shaman is any of us who choses
that path.
In my visions a woman with long dark hair and caramel skin appeared dancing and smiling as she handed me an
orange flower. She was naked, wild and free. She disappeared as fast as she came. Her flower was the second
gift from spirit, how lovely!
At this point I was feeling very good, splendidly sublime to be accurate, I was having a rather pleasurable experi-
ence when I heard Don Lucho call me back as he apparently hadn’t finished with my limpieza. This time, when
I sat in front of him, he held my hands palms facing up, passing his strong thumbs over them. Then he looked
at me with contemplation and spoke in his calm, sincere way. He revealed things about my past and about my
future that were surprising. I began to cry unable to stop the tears. Don Lucho stood up, resumed singing and
shaking his leafs and then urged me not to cry. “Be strong” he commanded.
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24. ( `The waves of sensations were at once revelations,
wordless disclosures of another plane of reality´. )
25. I recognized at that moment how much I actually needed this. When he was done, thunder and lightning burst in
the sky. I thanked him and slowly went over to check on Ian who’d been lying silently on one of the mattresses.
“How are you, my friend?” I asked.
“Oh-my-God! This is amaaazing!” Was his response.
When he described his visions I knew exactly what he was talking about, he was experiencing the same serpen-
tine-pussy presence that had visited me, although, in Ian’s (masculine) description of the experience, he was
making love to it. He told me he was having realizations about everything in nature being essentially orgasmic
and fecund. His voice was full of pleasure as he described it.
“Just imagine all those flowers being pollinated, ah the joy of it! Ahh Just think how they shiver with expectation.
Woho, here comes the wind, ahh yes!”
Ian was happy.
That night as the effects of the medicine were subsiding, Juan and I sat by the fire, smoking one of his natural
tobaccos, as he shared his insights about the future as he had seen in visions. Ayahuasca, he said, had shown
him there would be much destruction “mountains will be the safest place to be”.
He also told me about the time he drunk a very strong dose and saw his soul leave the planet, go into outer
space, and meet the Virgin Cosmic Mother.
“She was surrounded by clouds, wearing a transparent dress and a crown. She was full of love. Our Cosmic
Mother is beautiful.” He said.
“Really?” I asked fascinated.
“Yes, we have a Cosmic Mother and a Cosmic Father. My people have always known that.”
The Virgin Mother is a Christian motif, I commented, and then asked him about Jesus? He said that indigenous
people understood his message of love, but that they could not relate to the power of the Church and what had
been done to them in his name.
I didn’t sleep that night. Early the next morning, Don Lucho, back as his everyday humble self, took Ian and I on
a long walk in the forest by the river. Ayahuasca alters the outlook of the natural world. After all, lets face it, our
modern civilization has disconnected us from nature to a point that we’ve forgotten how to relate to it. We talk
about being spiritual, yet the word itself implies we let spirit in! Ayahuasca, and other sacred visionary plants, do
just that, they let spirit in, in the process, displaying for us our fears, so that we won’t be afraid of them any more.
They show us that we are a lot more than we thought we were, and reality is far more interesting.
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26. We had one more night to go. One last chance to take part in this ritual that has been alive among the
people of Amazonas for thousands of years. Thanks to which, here in the Amazon, faith is not taught,
it is lived. There is no religion to follow, but wonders to encounter. These old shamans are guardians of
human consciousness because they have retained ancestral knowledge and have remained connected to
the Earth,Sky and the spirit entities within them. Shamans can thus guide us into remembering who we are
and what we are a part of. They are the link to our forgotten past and the approaching future.
Before the start of our last ceremony, Ian grabbed my hand and said,
“Come with me, I have something to show you.” We walked to an open field where he extended his arms
and said proudly,
“I present to you our Milky Way Galaxy.”
Before the start of our last ceremony, Ian grabbed my hand and said,
“Come with me, I have something to show you.” We walked to an open field where he extended his arms
and said proudly, “I present to you our Milky Way Galaxy!”
We both looked up. And there it was indeed, perfectly delineated, the Milky Way with us in it. How amazing.
What a sight! And to think that this galaxy is only one of many, a part of something bigger, that is part of
something even bigger, that we are also a part of. Standing there gazing at millions of stars at once was as
if we were being given our coordinates before going on our last psychonautic adventure.
After we all drank, I asked Juan to put a mattress outside for me. The vast view of the magnificent clear
sky was too mighty to pass on. The stars were calling me. I spread my sleeping bag over the mattress and
laid looking up, thrilled, as if I’d just gotten front row seats to the best show immaginable.
I found myself relating to one of the stars, one that looked particularly bright and yellow. It seemed to be
screaming out for companionship blinking up there all on its own. I focused on it and its light became a
tunnel that came towards me as if the star wanted to slide down through it. I got the feeling that this star
would love to change places with me, even for a moment, just enough to feel what it is like to be a woman
on Earth. I kept looking at it thinking “Go ahead, come on down. I’ll switch places with you, I’ll be a shin-
ing star, but only for a moment.” The desire to merge was mutual. After all, we are made from the same
substance. Somehow, we could.
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27. That night, the Ayahuasca’s effect triggered in fast. I tried to get up, only to realize that I was very much ‘on
it’, seeing a holographic sub-reality within matter. On Ayahuasca, parallel universes, time travel, transdime-
sional worm-holes, and quantum physics are not subjects in books, they are real and experiential at once. On
Ayahuasca, one can actually see the interwoven multi-faceted plane of existence. The Vine of the Soul allows
us to use more than our ordinary ten percent brainpower. Revelations come with information, which, in turn,
become the wisdom that leads to Oneness with all that is perceived. When that happens, we are not separate,
but a self-aware part of a self-aware universe. Because we, too, are from outer-space, we too are part of the
great creative spirit. We are much more than physical beings living only in one moment in time. We are Homo
Luminous multidimensional beings, it’s just that our brains are asleep to that for now.
The physical effects were coming on strong. I tried to take a walk, but soon was down on my knees, breath-
ing heavily, staring at the grass below me, observing the small area transformed before me into a geometri-
cally arranged glowing garden, a miniature intricate maze. In the center of which there appeared a rotating
orbiting planet-like spheres. I knew that if I stayed focused I could co-create more little planets, even an en-
tire miniature solar system, right there, on a patch of grass. Superimposing one reality over another became
like a game of spotting surprises and forming them at once. But my untrained mind could not sustain the
concentration, on top of that, I was feeling queasy.
28. believe in anything. I am comfortable in the place of not knowing, of emptiness, of discovery. Because
I was hallucinating. But who is to say that reality isn’t but one divinely inspired hallucination?
The physical effects were coming on strong. I triedknow. a walk, but soon was
beyond beliefs there is more, much more.That I to take
down on my knees, breathing heavily, staring at the grass below me.The small area
I pondered if our world isn’t but a hologram that our minds create, believe in and perpetuate as real. If
I looked at transformed before me into a geometrically arranged glowing garden,
we are made in the image of God, we must then recognize divine imagination as the source of creation
and that source is within us.
and blue colors that rotated faster and faster, until the colors blended, fusing into
a bright green orbiting sphere.The sphere kept spinning and spinning, eventually
I managed to stand up and walk around. I could hear the shaman singing, someone purging, the river in
the distance. I looked up at the busy sky with its millions of stars and thought, these stars may be bright,
I focused and stayed with it I could co-create more little planets, even an entire
huge and glorious, but humans have a soul, a mind, and a heart, and those are mighty special features.
miniature solar system, right there, on a patch of grass. Superimposing one reality
over another became like a game of spotting surprises and forming them at once.
I thought about my life with immense gratitude. I thought about Jay, and how good he had been to me,
But my untrained mind could not sustain the concentration, on top of that, I was
how much he had taught me. I thought about Orion, and felt proud of him for being the silent hero that
feeling queasy.
he is. I wished he could be there with me, that he could see everything I was seeing. I prayed for him
and for each one of my brothers and sisters, for my mother and father. And then I said a special prayer
for my biggest love, my most precious star in the Universe, Catalina Aluna, my purpose, my adoration, my
entire trip. Of course I was hallucinating. But who is to say that reality isn’t but one
baby girl.
divinely inspired hallucination?
to be with us after all.
HThat night everything came together for me. I understood that my spiritual path is leading toward a
stronger bond with nature and that all the answers we seek are encoded within us, it is a matter of re-
visionary plants, and of meditation.
Every initiation entails a transformation. As a race we are about to go through a massive collective initia-
tion. It is up to each one of us to become conscious of it. Either way, it is happening. Our world is chang-
ing. Already our children are more evolved than we were at their age, and see the world from a grander-
perspective.
29. The Ayahuasca ceremony serves as metaphor for our planetary initiation. Earth herself will need to purge, ex-
pelling accumulated toxins. But, after the storm, after the darkness and the sickness all will all be healed and
renewed again with an illuminated new consciousness. And just like with Ayahuasca, we will discover we are
Mother Earth needs the assistance of all of her spiritual warriors, lovers, shamans, healers, light workers, peace
and wisdom keepers, all those who believe that she has to be protected and honored and are ready to act with
I believe our age demands a collective commitment to evolve. It is time to bond with the soul of the world as
we bond to the soul of our brothers and sisters. The Earth is a living conscious being, she can feel, she can hurt,
she can heal, she is aware of our intentions and affected by our actions. This is where we went wrong, we forgot
Earth was alive and conscious.
It is time to awaken to the fact the micro is in the macro, that in the measure that we take care of each other, and
of the tiny fragment of the world that we inhabit, we are also taking care of the whole. As we live in harmony we
create harmony around us. Our pulse is the pulse of all creation.
After writing these pages I understand that we are a connected part of something great that by nature expands
So I’ve come to the end. But before I do I want to make one thing clear: Whatever I know is constantly chang-
ing. I’ve seen enough to know that nothing is static, especially not ideas. Regardless of that, searching is my path,
even if the knowledge gained is at once prone to revision and adjustment.
“As for me, all I know is that I know nothing” said Socrates. I feel the same way.
After nine months of self-reflectivion there is just one thing I can concretely say: there will always be an unknow-
able, one out of our reach, no matter how deep we dig. That’s the way it goes...so it is not about reaching conclu-
sions, but observing life as it moves and deciphering the metaphors. I capture moments with my camera only to see
them dissolve instantly into something else.
30. v So it seems I finally labored this book! My time with pen and paper led me to dissect whatever I believed
only to conclude I don’t want to believe in anything. I am comfortable in the place of not knowing, of empti-
ness and discovery. Because beyond beliefs there is more, much more. That I know.
My experience is that as we continue to expand our consciousness and move to higher vibrations, we will
open up to new worlds and new spirit helpers.
Out of free will, I allure and welcome them in my life.
Dear reader, please take this Open Book as an invitation to see the world from the perspective of an artist,
nothing more.
To live is to dream upon reality and co-create with spirit. Living is indeed an art of the imagination!
Having said that, lets keep in mind, that you and I are not so different, we both have a story to tell. The
question is, who is willing to reveal it?
Inside every story there is another story, and what is truer than the truth?
Finally it is my sincere wish that if a child ever asks you ‘is this your best life?’, you too will answer without
hesitation ‘Hell yeah!’
31.
32.
33. “Look at every path closely and
deliberately, then ask ourselves this
crucial question: Does this path have
a heart? If it does, then the path is
good. If it doesn't, it is of no use.”
Carlos Castaneda
34. We had one more night to go. One last chance to take part in this ritual that has been alive among the people of
Amazonas for thousands of years. In the Amazon, faith is not taught, it is lived. There is no religion to follow, but
wonders to encounter. The old shamans are guardians of human consciousness because they have retained ances-
tral knowledge and have remained connected to the Earth, Sky and the spirit entities within them. Shamans can
thus guide us into remembering who we are and what we are a part of. They are the link to our forgotten past and
approaching future.
Before the start of our last ceremony, Ian grabbed my hand and said,
proudly,
“I present to you our Milky Way Galaxy.”
We both looked up. And there it was indeed, perfectly delineated, the Milky Way with us in it. How amazing. What
a sight! And to think that this galaxy is only one of many, a part of something bigger, that is part of something even
bigger, that we are also a part of. Standing there gazing at millions of stars at once was as
though we were being given our coordinates before going on our last psychonautic adventure.
clear sky was too mighty to pass on. The stars were calling me. I spread my sleeping bag over the mattress and laid
looking up, thrilled, as if I’d just gotten front row seats to the best show immaginable.
The physical effects were coming on strong. I tried to take a walk, but soon was down on my knees, breathing heav-
ily, staring at the grass below me. The small area I looked at transformed before me into a geometrically arranged
rotated faster and faster, until the colors blended, fusing into a bright green orbiting sphere. The sphere kept spinning
and stayed with it I could co-create more little planets, even an entire