The main purpose and the minor ones for the man walking the path of Shamanism

The main purpose and the minor ones for the man walking the path of Shamanism

The purpose of the man's way in Shamanism is to rediscover the union with Arutam (Great Spirit). Man must release his feelings by remembering where he came from and how he was born.

To Natem, by Mauricio Auvet

I feel the power of the Earth  Oh medicine, I can feel you  Oh medicine, I beg you, I pray to you:  Heal my soul, heal my body!    Hold me during this cold night, full of anguish and fear  Guide each of my steps down the path of mystery  Help me to cross the threshold of the Supreme.  Courage lies in the will  The self is my discomfort    The self consumes my Being  reflecting dark shadows  Blindfolded eyes glimpse the darkness  So much life confused and overwhelmed!  It's time to overcome the resistances.    At the moment of my death  The doors of heaven open in my chest  Compassion, Love, Beauty  My soul, that enjoys and remembers    Ecstasy vibrates in a spiral  United to the sacred,  my being expands before such clarity    I'm not just a man, I'm all men  I am a flowery field, flooded with sun  I am a river and I am a heaven  I am the dawn and the sunset  I am the magic of all that power    The power of forgiveness  Tenderness of Mother Earth  Mercy and Wisdom  Oceans of tears to wash away my grief    Fire breathes the wind  Birds, ecstatic, sing to the dawn  Where was I going around?  Trees have a good flavor    No time, no space  Infinity has been manifested  I have contemplated what I really am  All that will soon be forgotten    I have traveled the distance from Man to Truth  The revelation in a walk through eternity  How to explain if I cannot reason?  It's time for buds, Poetry: our adventure starts here  Then, next to the tree and the moon,  I will learn to remain silent.

I feel the power of the Earth

Oh medicine, I can feel you

Oh medicine, I beg you, I pray to you:

Heal my soul, heal my body!

Hold me during this cold night, full of anguish and fear

Guide each of my steps down the path of mystery

Help me to cross the threshold of the Supreme.

Courage lies in the will

The self is my discomfort

The self consumes my Being

reflecting dark shadows

Blindfolded eyes glimpse the darkness

So much life confused and overwhelmed!

It's time to overcome the resistances.

At the moment of my death

The doors of heaven open in my chest

Compassion, Love, Beauty

My soul, that enjoys and remembers

Ecstasy vibrates in a spiral

United to the sacred,

my being expands before such clarity

I'm not just a man, I'm all men

I am a flowery field, flooded with sun

I am a river and I am a heaven

I am the dawn and the sunset

I am the magic of all that power

The power of forgiveness

Tenderness of Mother Earth

Mercy and Wisdom

Oceans of tears to wash away my grief

Fire breathes the wind

Birds, ecstatic, sing to the dawn

Where was I going around?

Trees have a good flavor

No time, no space

Infinity has been manifested

I have contemplated what I really am

All that will soon be forgotten

I have traveled the distance from Man to Truth

The revelation in a walk through eternity

How to explain if I cannot reason?

It's time for buds, Poetry: our adventure starts here

Then, next to the tree and the moon,

I will learn to remain silent.

Arutam and the force

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Arutam is a perfect crystal that sustains the entire existence in a single Great Feeling. It's the perfect intellect behind the world we see, that eternally imbibes from its own grace. It's harmony, which keeps that sacred perfection intact, making it both immortal and eternally venerable; just a pass of time that dignifies it, and uncovers new miracles inexhaustibly.

That sacred crystal is a temperate peace within the most calm and rich insipidness. Each craving ridicules itself before the Infinite Feeling, which contains all feeling in its most minute twilights and at its most splendid apogee, in the spark of an instant.

The man who gives himself, during that trance, will rest in plenitude. And in the natural intellect that has always been, he understands the past and abandons it in compassion, by freely breathing the Arutam, in the very instant he sings, in the eternal ocean of the Great Feeling.

Skies that mourn and wet the sweet earth, awaken a sudden snap, which was hidden in a corner between earth, stone and trees. A part of the feeling of Arutam, engraved on some green leaf, will remind men of some nuance of the richness of their true feeling. By remembering Life, people heal; By remembering where we were born from, we stop hurting the world. Slowly I reflect, about compassion as the natural consequence of force.

Farewell

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Mountain, you love the roots of bare trees,

they heal me with the maturity of their branches in the wind,

as their saltpeter soaks my face.

 

I see the sky arrive,

in its dark wavy mirror,

to the same coast where I was born.

 

There I look today

and I say goodbye to the one I love,

I say goodbye to the one who loves us.

 

I remember your respectful words to the marine horizon,

today and tomorrow,

I will share them with Luna.

 

You are afternoon's strength

Coming back on the tide and soaking us.

Far above you still get my eyes wet,

and that's good.

 

Streams run in winter on my Island,

never more than today, they carry my heart,

Their crying is sweet and it's history.

 

The wealth of age next to Tobacco,

teach men not to suffer

and never spoil the Great Sense in this short life.

 

To the force that made us born,

we will return in peace.

Nothing will have changed.

 

And among heaven and earth,

a resistant composition won´t hurt anymore

bleeding under wet leaves.

 

Great Perfection, you live within us,

you draw the world to your wealth and likeness

as an emanation of the most beautiful crystal.

 

Temper our hearts

with the cool breeze from our grandparents' breath,

and the bright sun of the presence of those who are not here today.

 

As a man I take a seat

and meditate on the mountain side to see better,

next to the white eagle, I slowly raise my head to the blue.

Words to Arutam Ruymán, Buenos Aires 2017

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A words of affection towards Arutam Ruymán, inspired by the end of year ceremonies in Buenos Aires. By Mauricio Auvet:

 

In the last thrust of time,

right at the point where dreams hurt

with the soul full of sorrow and bitterness,

the wounds throb as your singing is heard.

 

You, who learned the wisdom of our ancestors;

You, who was blessed by the Great Spirit,

help me remember;

You, the one who cares and transmits the sacred touch,

save me from darkness.

 

Your song brings back memories of the world;

your art unties the time between the sounds and the omens.

My heart listens

death and life,

fear and love,

transforming sorrows, healing wounds.

 

Uwishin,

You reveal the Great Secret.

Medicine works in my body,

inebriated,

I'm flying with wings of tenderness,

I abandon reasoning to reach this understanding

 

My soul vibrates as it heals my body.

The smell of incense prevails

in the vagueness of bodies lying in trance.

I am part of the whole,

the ego dissolves.

 

The night dies, the day is born.

The shadows fall and the warrior awakens

under the spell of your sweet flute as beauty is unveiled.

The sound of the wind makes my soul bloom.

 

From your hand I meet my grandfather Tobacco,

I am overflowing with freshness

and drink the blood of Arutam.

Teach me, oh Master!

your wisdom.

 

I honor this wonderful experience with all due solemnity,

with respect and love, I take care of my feeling.

Infinite is my gratitude

 to your will, to your work.

Thank you for the ceremony,

thank you for teaching me how to be Human.