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.
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.
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.
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.
You reveal the Great Secret.
Medicine works in my body,
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!
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.