Kapitari Speaks

They felt my energy. How amazing it was to just sit, holding hands, feeling the power of our connected spirits. I first placed the cross of liquid upon my forhead, on both cheeks, down to my chin, then neck, and and finally the tip of my spine. With smoke He blessed the medicine Ayahuaska. A prayer in Spanish settled throughout the hollow cabin, "Salut di todos". In unison we reply "Deus de Vendega". The horrifying taste swelled in my throat, then a cigarette calmed the waves of storm in my stomach. I asked to see the face of my unborn child and so through his eyes I would find the One. In the darkness of a single candle we wait. Swaying quietly, anxiously, the journey soon begins to take control of my being; body, mind and spirit. The candle blown free, in darkness we travel. Quiet chants from the voice of vision, Padre, Luis; our mystical Shaman. Stronger and stronger his voice became, echoeing spirits to enter within his grasp. His power is reflected in the flashing lights around me, the swirling lines of red, blue and green, pencil sharp, imagery in darkness. In time my body took the form of an unborn child, maybe the one I asked to see. Limbs curled in, arms, head and toes to match; huddled in a ball of my own reality. You could say I was purified, but I prefer to call it awakened. Complete muscle relaxation, and with total control. My blood seeming to flow like water and I could feel every inch of where it was traveling. My breath sucked and squeezed, volume decreasing by the second. Then, pulling air in as smooth as ice, my head tilted high, my arms floating above me, my fingers reaching for the sky. I sat for hours, humming the tune of my own creation; a mixture of chants and modern music, captured in trance waves never to be repeated. Magical. My entire being vibrated positive energy. The room could feel me, the animals could feel me, Mother Earth could feel me. With only a white sheet encompasing my body, I was trapped in beautiful existence, the power and magic of Shamanism. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 02:18 PM PST   0 • 13