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. Our body, as well as its feelings, came from the depths of existence in order to live in total union with itself; beating and breathing in every instant of transient glow. Any purpose other than this, comes from the conflict caused by a dark resistance, which responds to a name and deliberately fails as an obvious result of its harmful nature.      Though we attend a ceremony with many thoughts, purposes and objectives, we must let go of that monster that craves inside of us.      The outcomes or solutions to conflicts that we go through have only one poisoned root. He, who is located in the Great Search and Realization of the last feeling, will be able to undo -as if they were something insignificant-, those little knots that the conflict of his ego puts under pressure. First of all we must have faith in this sublime teaching of our elders. The time is so short and the need of the world so great ... to release this present begins with us, and it's the light and it's the hope for the children of the world.  It was quite wrong-headed to us to betray Life, to forget it little by little as we got drunk in a dark enchantment, painfully convinced, either by design or accident. A darkness that clouded our days more and more; a shadow that drinks our golden nectar to become dense and heavy; a shadow that talks to itself about itself. It wants to force our Spirit to look through its crystal, to dominate us in a state of controlled and violent frustration. A failure always condemned, in a dark way, that we know will remain that way, before understanding, as now, that we can see its consequences, and that we know what to do. The afternoons that I reflect on this, before beginning a ceremony, I forget if I had a minor purpose that seemed more important to me.      Freedom is to feel Life,      That sacred feeling that all creatures share; that perfect and delicate crystal from which emerges, as in a tireless work of blissful inspiration, the icy caress of peace. She is birth without beginning, she has always been and, therefore, always is. There has never been an interruption of its flow; Understanding this enables us to unite in their eternity and to realize our minor purposes, like a river that swells over its banks, shedding crystal tears from the Spirit, drawing new paths from the heavens in the timeline. But a release from our pain or difficulties, can only be achieved in that union that surpasses all things, shaking the heavens and earth in a chilling shudder that screams and cries in its beauty.  When we have determined to fulfill our longing -whether in the ceremony or in our daily lives-, we slash the wrists of eternity, and spill its blood as if we wanted to shape a puddle in dirty asphalt. In an instant of absolute surrender to the Great Spirit, we would have fulfilled and even exceeded our constraining thirst for longing. We don't see beyond that, and that's why we deliver the blood of a sacrifice in time. Who melts in Arutam, will live free, and will fly alongside the white and old feathers of the eagle, and will see in his time friend both the past and the present, and even the future. That "sacrifice" vanishes before the brightness of the vision, which has the power of the Spirit to do everything.  Life is like the blink of an eye, and if I wasted my time thinking about how to meet a goal, which at one time and place seems to be of the greatest importance, not being very sure if tomorrow that will really be of the same importance, since Life is the one who disposes in the end and that is something we never value enough. What would be drawn in our minds if we drink Ayahuasca during a sacred ceremony? The fundamental error; the miserable and gloomy darkness that takes us away from the constant and blissful feeling of the Spirit. No whisper of human yearning should have made us covet and lose its sacred presence.      Ayahuasca teaching in Shamanism      If the Ayahuasca ceremony didn't show us how the shadow has convinced us to be constantly resistant to our union with existence. How we hurt each other cruelly, at every moment, and with dramatic consequences. If it wouldn't impress us enough to let its icy caress moisten the night with its tears of glass, from the black depths of the world and Tobacco. And if we didn't make a decision in favor of the Great Trend, with our last exhalation of regret, that ceremony wouldn't be true, that ceremony wouldn't be what my grandparents taught. Beware of pleasant parties that corrupt and insult the sacred path; Please, let's not make fun of Life. The decision to take care of ourselves depends only on us.  The stinky stench of the shadow dresses with the fragrant silks of longing. These are caresses that call us and seduce us, while hiding agonizing screams full of fear and pain. That's what we don't hear at the precise moment in which we accept our "ego"; Instead, we desperately seek relief among the vermin and turn our backs so that, with a pleasant treatment, they plunder and devour our lives little by little. That causes the meat to get corrupted and spill its blood infects further back in time. A time that was the gift of Arutam, so that his eternity could carry our white feathers with the beauty of its winds. The Great Purpose is that who grants the realization and the outcome according to the freedom of all those minors. There is no other way but to remember...      Pain and election      Too many families, in all parts of the world, are full of pain and the miseries they have chosen. It all starts in a framework of violence and imposition inherited from the very beginning. As for the happiness of affection, the bigger and more beautiful she dresses in her elegant black silks, the more red and more painful the inevitable farewell will be. How much it hurts us will depend on what we have fed over time and how much we have lost ourselves by touching its confusing charm. Do not forget, in the name of nothing, that living to feel the Spirit is the path that caresses the life of a man. White are the feathers on the chest of an old eagle, they dance on their flight; its flight exceeds many lives that go on all fours because they don't want to share the Great Feel of Crystal. I am an old witness of this.  Releasing our feelings is important for the "I" to be happy, but it means so much to so many. Those we call "others" are considered such, as a consequence of our ignorance of how completely united we are. They are the seas of feeling that tenderize us in their murmurs, the only heart that shapes a father and his daughter. It is the sky and its golden light that cry in its shuddering song, as the sacred caress rises among the aroma of tobacco. It happens that a lightning of the Great Feel in a friend or brother, electrifies those around him. And that can create stories, that can cultivate a culture from a memory, which as a blessed moment in beings who shared blood and feeling, will make posterity wish to bathe their fellow men in those holy waters.      The main purpose in Shamanism, the unforgettable guidance during Ayahuasca      Among all the purposes, one is the greatest, the one to which all minors will inevitably lead to. Let's tie the path since life is the lighting flickering that briefly shows something as a sense. I will not walk slowly and heavily when crossing the land with bears, because I know will stay to live in the mountains and its forests. I won't swim the lengthy rivers sucking with anaconds, because I can see that they still meander in the distance all a life. I will fly like an eagle, close to the sun I will remember the blood of man over the horizons; I will see where the longing to speak began, I will see where all beings are inevitably headed, where stay alone or in company spinning; and I will understand that it is not freedom what they sing in an unsolved emotion ... I will recognize it in that very moment with the full intelligence of compassion, that sense which joins the breathe with boredom, regret, sorrow, caress, comprehension, help and love. I'll blink and briefly time will pass, thus I will know, when I return to my nest in the dark, where the Great Spirit sleeps.

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. Our body, as well as its feelings, came from the depths of existence in order to live in total union with itself; beating and breathing in every instant of transient glow. Any purpose other than this, comes from the conflict caused by a dark resistance, which responds to a name and deliberately fails as an obvious result of its harmful nature.

Though we attend a ceremony with many thoughts, purposes and objectives, we must let go of that monster that craves inside of us.

The outcomes or solutions to conflicts that we go through have only one poisoned root. He, who is located in the Great Search and Realization of the last feeling, will be able to undo -as if they were something insignificant-, those little knots that the conflict of his ego puts under pressure. First of all we must have faith in this sublime teaching of our elders. The time is so short and the need of the world so great ... to release this present begins with us, and it's the light and it's the hope for the children of the world.

It was quite wrong-headed to us to betray Life, to forget it little by little as we got drunk in a dark enchantment, painfully convinced, either by design or accident. A darkness that clouded our days more and more; a shadow that drinks our golden nectar to become dense and heavy; a shadow that talks to itself about itself. It wants to force our Spirit to look through its crystal, to dominate us in a state of controlled and violent frustration. A failure always condemned, in a dark way, that we know will remain that way, before understanding, as now, that we can see its consequences, and that we know what to do. The afternoons that I reflect on this, before beginning a ceremony, I forget if I had a minor purpose that seemed more important to me.

Freedom is to feel Life,

That sacred feeling that all creatures share; that perfect and delicate crystal from which emerges, as in a tireless work of blissful inspiration, the icy caress of peace. She is birth without beginning, she has always been and, therefore, always is. There has never been an interruption of its flow; Understanding this enables us to unite in their eternity and to realize our minor purposes, like a river that swells over its banks, shedding crystal tears from the Spirit, drawing new paths from the heavens in the timeline. But a release from our pain or difficulties, can only be achieved in that union that surpasses all things, shaking the heavens and earth in a chilling shudder that screams and cries in its beauty.

When we have determined to fulfill our longing -whether in the ceremony or in our daily lives-, we slash the wrists of eternity, and spill its blood as if we wanted to shape a puddle in dirty asphalt. In an instant of absolute surrender to the Great Spirit, we would have fulfilled and even exceeded our constraining thirst for longing. We don't see beyond that, and that's why we deliver the blood of a sacrifice in time. Who melts in Arutam, will live free, and will fly alongside the white and old feathers of the eagle, and will see in his time friend both the past and the present, and even the future. That "sacrifice" vanishes before the brightness of the vision, which has the power of the Spirit to do everything.

Life is like the blink of an eye, and if I wasted my time thinking about how to meet a goal, which at one time and place seems to be of the greatest importance, not being very sure if tomorrow that will really be of the same importance, since Life is the one who disposes in the end and that is something we never value enough. What would be drawn in our minds if we drink Ayahuasca during a sacred ceremony? The fundamental error; the miserable and gloomy darkness that takes us away from the constant and blissful feeling of the Spirit. No whisper of human yearning should have made us covet and lose its sacred presence.

Ayahuasca teaching in Shamanism

If the Ayahuasca ceremony didn't show us how the shadow has convinced us to be constantly resistant to our union with existence. How we hurt each other cruelly, at every moment, and with dramatic consequences. If it wouldn't impress us enough to let its icy caress moisten the night with its tears of glass, from the black depths of the world and Tobacco. And if we didn't make a decision in favor of the Great Trend, with our last exhalation of regret, that ceremony wouldn't be true, that ceremony wouldn't be what my grandparents taught. Beware of pleasant parties that corrupt and insult the sacred path; Please, let's not make fun of Life. The decision to take care of ourselves depends only on us.

The stinky stench of the shadow dresses with the fragrant silks of longing. These are caresses that call us and seduce us, while hiding agonizing screams full of fear and pain. That's what we don't hear at the precise moment in which we accept our "ego"; Instead, we desperately seek relief among the vermin and turn our backs so that, with a pleasant treatment, they plunder and devour our lives little by little. That causes the meat to get corrupted and spill its blood infects further back in time. A time that was the gift of Arutam, so that his eternity could carry our white feathers with the beauty of its winds. The Great Purpose is that who grants the realization and the outcome according to the freedom of all those minors. There is no other way but to remember...

Pain and election

Too many families, in all parts of the world, are full of pain and the miseries they have chosen. It all starts in a framework of violence and imposition inherited from the very beginning. As for the happiness of affection, the bigger and more beautiful she dresses in her elegant black silks, the more red and more painful the inevitable farewell will be. How much it hurts us will depend on what we have fed over time and how much we have lost ourselves by touching its confusing charm. Do not forget, in the name of nothing, that living to feel the Spirit is the path that caresses the life of a man. White are the feathers on the chest of an old eagle, they dance on their flight; its flight exceeds many lives that go on all fours because they don't want to share the Great Feel of Crystal. I am an old witness of this.

Releasing our feelings is important for the "I" to be happy, but it means so much to so many. Those we call "others" are considered such, as a consequence of our ignorance of how completely united we are. They are the seas of feeling that tenderize us in their murmurs, the only heart that shapes a father and his daughter. It is the sky and its golden light that cry in its shuddering song, as the sacred caress rises among the aroma of tobacco. It happens that a lightning of the Great Feel in a friend or brother, electrifies those around him. And that can create stories, that can cultivate a culture from a memory, which as a blessed moment in beings who shared blood and feeling, will make posterity wish to bathe their fellow men in those holy waters.

The main purpose in Shamanism, the unforgettable guidance during Ayahuasca

Among all the purposes, one is the greatest, the one to which all minors will inevitably lead to. Let's tie the path since life is the lighting flickering that briefly shows something as a sense. I will not walk slowly and heavily when crossing the land with bears, because I know will stay to live in the mountains and its forests. I won't swim the lengthy rivers sucking with anaconds, because I can see that they still meander in the distance all a life. I will fly like an eagle, close to the sun I will remember the blood of man over the horizons; I will see where the longing to speak began, I will see where all beings are inevitably headed, where stay alone or in company spinning; and I will understand that it is not freedom what they sing in an unsolved emotion ... I will recognize it in that very moment with the full intelligence of compassion, that sense which joins the breathe with boredom, regret, sorrow, caress, comprehension, help and love. I'll blink and briefly time will pass, thus I will know, when I return to my nest in the dark, where the Great Spirit sleeps.