yawanawá

This an almost telegraphic post. I am in Tarauacá, an amazonian town in Acre. It´s a cozy river-town, full of nice stuff. A nice fish market, a small river-beach, palafittes in the shores, misterious indian girls and very hot guys. I feel this is a place I could live in. And it has all the attraction for me of the big rainforests. We are going to an aldeia tomorrow. It´s the place of my friend Tashka and his family. An indian village that is 8 hours away from here by boat. Some hollywood people have been here recently, and the tribe that recieves us is celebrating the Yawá festival, a big cultural party. With a step in the rainforest, I say to all see you soon. Enjoy the plant realm.

nature loves courage

fuck for forest & healers of the earth

This is my Blog Action Day post.

I got a call from Sergio Prado, who directs Curadores da Terra. This NGO based in São Paulo is developing several amazing projects including one that turns rubbish into building materials. He told me the problem of our civilisation is we use raw materials from nature and generate waste that we never use. So each citizen od the world generates two kilos per day of garbage.

This translates into a sea of plastic in the Indic Ocean, in pollution, buildings made of toxic materials. Like concrete, produced in monstruous amounts out of dragging the Amazon River basin, a material universally used for construction, which also raises the global temperature of the planet.

Sergio is one of those people dedicated to heal our planet. We are the Rainbow Warriors and this is our mission. Or at least part of our mission. Sometimes it's more effective to try show our neighbours the way to heal themselves.

Sergio told me they are working with the Santo Dayme church to produce their sustainable technologies. And I was stunned after realising what a syncrhonicity this was: just yesterday I was visiting the Santo Dayme community here, 10 km from Rio Branco. This made me think of "Sharing the Vine", a project I am preparing to spread the word of the entheogens as a remedy and a link to nature. Sharing the Vine = Sharing the Divine.


Another initiative I find interesting is Fuck For Forest (FFF) films. It's a porn website that donates money to preserve the forests. The picture is from a rock band tour they joined (doesn't it look like a 3some?).
They are interesting to me cause I believe sex is something sacred, and forests are too. Actually, I have had sex in the forest with most of my lovers. Also, forest and sex can be healing. And whatever they say, climate change comes mainly from deforestation. Now I have to go. I have a porno film script to write...

acre

Brazilians can sleep on a bed made of nails and wake up looking like buds of may. That's why I wasn't surprised when I saw the radiant smiles in the faces of the aged women when they stood up after 6 hours of a flight that was going to take us to Acre, and instead of that landed in Manaus because the airport of Rio Branco was closed due to a windstorm.

I met three peruvian women in the plane who live in Cruzeiro do Sul. The eldest of them told me she was glad to finally find someone civilised. I agreed. Peruvians are very civilised compared to Brazilians, who are, most of them, bad mannered. Like the woman who was sitting by me, who, after the plane landed in Rio Branco, took her huge purse and, with her 6', crossed the whole aeroplane corridor running like a querterback, hitting everybody with her elbows just just to find the way out of the plane before anyone else did -and she was sitting in the second to last chair. The funniest thing is they opened the rear door of the plane, making her look like the fool she probably is.

Once in the airport, when I was trying to get the number of a very handsome passenger, Feliciano appeared. He is a friend of a friend who lives in Brasilia and he has a house inside the Santo Dayme community: Fazenda 5000. He was very nice to pick me up, but the handsome guy disappeared.

After a breakfast with his family, he took me to the place, all after asking for money for fuel, food, etc., which made me realize our relationship couldn't last too long.

Fazenda 5000 is a beautiful place. A land, they told me, that used to be pasture and was degradated, so the followers of Mestre Irineu turned it into a community surrounded by forest where they basically plant the ayahuasca vine and tree: Mariri and Chacrona -unfortunately I didn't see them planting much food for themselves. Their economy seems to be based in producing ayahuasca and selling it. The litter is 100 reais. Also, they live from the donations of the church. I have to say I believe Santo Dayme is very interesting because they were the ones who first, decades ago, made ayahuasca popular. And, indeed, they are very popular. Their food in the house is based on meat, rice and beans, mostly like in any other house of Brazil. After eating, I was so exhausted I didn't even think of drinking ayahuasca, which they were cooking in big pans on a stove made of flat iron bars. I went directly to the hammock and slept for the rest of the day. Finally we went back to Rio Branco and I managed to reserve a room in a hotel. I cut with the dynamics of being asked for money. At least for now. Another thing I don't like about many Brazilians is the fact that they think us, Europeans, are a endless source of euros. I tried to explain the European crisis scenario to this people without much success.

The morning after I recieved a call...

quantum touch

QUANTUM TOUCH or...

How to Plant a Seed to imbue it with information about your body, mind and spirit:

Put the seed under your tongue for 9 minutes
Hold the seed between the palms of your hands for 1/2 minute
Present the seed to the Sun and Celestial energies
Breathe on it
Plant it in the earth where you were standing in your bare feet (information about your toxins through the sweat of your feet)
Do not water the seed for 3 days (it needs to steep in your information) Wash your feet without soap and water your seed with this water.

The Ringing Cedars book 1
Anastasia

southern exposure

Leaving the house in Alto was hard. Every day parrots and tucanos woke me up. I could see one of those big birds from my bed every morning, its orange beak shining as the sun went through it while eating the cecropia seeds.

Alto Paraiso is a funny place. It reminds me sometimes of Northern Exposure. I had never met so many weird people living together in a small town. The town, as I probably said before, is on a crystal plateau, the biggest in the world, which can be seen from above as a reflectant mirror. This crystal makes our feelings stronger. Everything you sense in Alto, good or bad, will be significatively strong for you. This place changes you forever.

So if you decide to relax and forget about time, or just to have fun, you will definitely chill out, or you'll have heaps of fun.

Tonight there's a party in the house of some Sannyasins. Sannyasins are basically people who, through Osho or one of his followers' advice, decided to change their name from Peter, George, João, Vanessa etc. to Vishtar, Shivani or Sandesh, for instance. This people used to make big parties in Alto Paraiso, called Trancendance. I dunno how much that transcended. I just know these individuals are key to understand the big spiritual movement Alto Paraiso and the Chapada are going through.

I have a friend in Alto area, in a village called Moinho, called Marianne. Marianne is a Finish-Brazilian girl. She's a zoologist and uses camera-traps to research jaguars. Marianne says she's gonna change her name to "Vishneidi". And her friend Michele, a great builder, jokes about the sannyasin scene saying he wants to be called something like "Sandivaldo". Cause maybe you don't know it, but Brazil is so full of bizarre names sometimes it's hard not to laugh in their faces.

Marianne is also going to come to Macacão, a land where nature is so preserved, you can see jaguar prints everywhere, and many animals don't give a shit about humans, so they come really close to us. Macacão has several big waterfalls and only three Kalungas live there. Kalungas are an African tribe formed by slaves who escaped the Portuguese centuries ago, and only contacted white people again in the '80s. We will setup a tipi together with them and some friends in Macacão soon. And the idea of artecoop is to establish an Earth Sanctuary there, together with Humanitad. The region deserves it. The cerrado ecosystem is highly endangered.

Endangered but so full of life. In this savannah the emas -small ostriches- run in groups of 10 to 20 individuals. Sometimes I see them from the car and I stop it and hide between the high grass. A walk in the cerrado of Chapada dos Veadeiros is a delectation for the senses. Flowers and fruits emanate delicious smells, as a way to let themselves be noticed by animals of all kinds, including humans.
The caracaras, big falconids, fly clumsily over the road looking for dead animals, and in a glimpse you can see a falcon flying behind a dove, or a small deer smelling the air and disappearing.

In the evening you can see flocks of tucanos and parrots, both in big noisy groups heading towards the tallest trees, especially eucaliptus. The blue and yellow macaws fly usually in couples, and they are not much more discreet.

past lifes revival II

And I saw Jesus. I know it's hard to believe, but there he was. I was playing hide and seek with my little friend, and with him, while he was talking with some people in the room, and my feeling is that he was as involved in our game as in the talk. He looked handsome, blond wavy hair on his shoulders, a typical hebrew nose, big blue eyes and a radiant smile. The experience was so pleasant I wanted to go on with it, but Nise, then, said it was time to come back to Daniel Pardo. And I did. All this regression took two hours and a half, but for me it was just like a few minutes.

A few days ago I had my second regression. It was in Alto Paraiso, where I have come back for a few days, and it happened in a room by the temple where Nise has her "esoteric hostel", Renascer na Luz, where I moved yesterday. I layed on a coach and basically I saw myself in Babylon in a diplomatic mission. But I saw everything from upside, from a palace. I was sitting on a big stone chair. The city was astoundingly beautiful. People I knew were getting ready for a very important visit. Nise wanted me to get in touch with my Higher Self. And there I went. She asked me to think of a color, and it was purple. Gold Chains, a pink and orange dress, and a purple cloak covering Me. On my head, a purple turban. My Higher Self connected me to a name: Baltasar.

I am still trying to find out what this means. The next lifetime we visited I was in a ship trying to reach the coast. I know this coast well, it was Devonshire, Shouth England. The storm made us shipwreck but we managed to arrive at a small beach. I was on a mission again, this time I was some kind of diplomatic trying to help the aristochracy of England, because some bad guys had started to govern the island.

And then, at last, I went down ten stairs, towards my next life. While I was walking down I saw my feet wearing black patent shoes. I wore a black dress and hat. Obviously, I was a woman. A woman about 29 years old, going into a big garden where a marquee was setup. I knew what was waiting for me there. An Italian-American wedding. I couldn't feel more lazy about it. But my family was waiting for me inside. Four kids and a husband who was engaged in a frisky conversation with someone, and not taking much care of the kids. They were waiting for me. They were all very young kids. The youngest, a two year old blond girl, looked at me and in that same moment I started to cry. And I went on with this pain. I knew I was going to die. I had cancer. And I didn't want to leave my baby. Her look, with those big blue eyes, is still imprinted in my memory. Like meeting Emmanuel, seeing his eyes. And I knew then that this baby was the same person who was holding my hand in France and Jerusalem.

So I was a young sixties housewife. Something that is in everyone's collective conscious. But that's not the gift I recieved. This gift was to know that my twin soul is alive. Now all I can do is trust. I believe we'll meet soon.