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Tobacco available through Tõnu Talimaa

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My beloved family in Europe and Rusia, I'll be away for some months to dedicate to my work in my center in Ecuador and Argentina. Care for the sacred touch in your lives and nourish it with Tobacco. If you need, count with my brother Tõnu; he has grown amazonian Tobacco in the estonian land and the result has been good. No matter what spot around the world you are living on; Tõnu's Tobacco rolls may join your practice to deepen in Arutam's union. Don't doubt about contacting him if you wish to go ahead with strength and light on the path.

In Facebook and its messenger, you'll find him as Tõnu Talimaa. His mail is: terviklik1@terviklik.ee

The sacred feeling of Tobacco

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Sacred feeling

you draw yourself in the Tobacco leaf.

You move the night to make her cry

as wet teardrops in my bowl of mud

Wet tears burning...

Just like the deepest and iciest night,

return in the tepid light and chant,

the deep blackness of your damp lament

turn on the Spirit of the man who breathes you.

 

What a fortune to hold the world in my hand.

Black night, you breathe and whistle twinkling

on the murmuring riverbank.

You drain in the black tears of anaconda,

which my grandparents learned to pick up

and take its content ... to the heart.

Thus, they were able to remember, they could understand…

Just by feeling you,

they were caressed by the breeze of instinct

and the night moaned as the panther's skin

woke up screaming,

letting out the bright tip

of its star silver claws.

 

Oh Arutam!

Your sacred presence dwells in all things,

You are the light, the water, the earth.

Your delightful feeling is the crystal of Perfection

infinitely imbued with his own grace.

That feeling contains everything,

while it beats in our heart

and it screams in its ancestral chant.

A call to life that cries in those who come

as soon as they open their eyes to the world.

You are the union of the three times

in an eternal, perfect and blessed present.

 

You always run,

but while I pray with my Tobacco,

I overflow the channels of your river

making the heavens cry.

Thus, the sorcerer cries over you to show

that Life is within us

waiting for its chance to sprout;

to delight us in its peace, in its perfect bliss;

to heal us.

 

Sacred feeling,

you draw yourself in the Tobacco leaf.

You move the night and you make her cry

as dark teardrops in my bowl of mud.

Moist tears burning...

Just like the deepest and iciest night,

return in the tepid light and your chant,

the deep blackness of your damp lament

turn on the Spirit of the man who breathes in you.

 

Affectionately

Arutam Ruymán

Acknowledgments to the third publication and translation of my second book: "The Jewel that inundates all feeling, the 72 enchantments of Tobacco".

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The third publication of my second book has come to light in recent weeks. I would like to thank Andey for his effort and support: you have made all of us happy.  All of us are filled by the mystery of each sung poem and every sung teachings - now in your own language-. Thank you, Nunkui and Sergio for dedicating yourselves to the long and difficult work of translating such a book; my knowledge of the Russian language is limited, but I know that you have put all of your heart and experience in those words.

I encourage readers to understand these words little by little. Try not to adress more than one enchantment per day. Inhale tobacco before or after reading it, and let the whisper of Arutam guide your way, so that it echoes in your consciousness.

During the first steps of the road it’s difficult to understand and be carried away by the unique leave of all times. This work aims to clarify, guide and accelerate the whole process; try to aim the arrow towards a single objective: The Union with Arutam. The deeper spirituality is practiced more easily and calmly if we are blessed by the Grand Cry of our grandparents. From the very heart of the forest has grown this lament. My ancestors listened and then picked it up in their bags. The dark and golden spirit nectar has been running near the waterfalls, an then it has gone from the Masters and strong men’s hands to the younger generations. This feeling has been sailing through the hearts of men until the present.

This book seeks to protect that legacy, so that it survives the corruption and confusion that is present in our times. In this way we come to obtain a pure work, the Great Song of tradition that is, at the same time, a rumble and a power that makes the earth shake and tremble as if the crawling of the anaconda was not so far away.