Scenery during a jungle walk
I had a thought, late last night as I toiled through finding the voice for my second book. She takes place, in part, in the Amazon, and it made me remember something precious I need to accomplish soon: I want to immortalize my spirit animal in an artistic fashion. On my body. Tattoos, ya know – I love them.
The first night on Ayahuasca, in my visions, I danced for hours. Even as the darkness was spewing forth before my eyes, as black organza fabric ripped from my mouth, and I was dunked in a vat of tar, trying to breathe in the sticky goo and continue to persist – yes, even still, I was dancing. This cartoony, pony-tail wearing avatar of me appeared, and next to her was a Jaguar – playful, protective, regal, and equally cheerful. I knew in an instant she was my spirit guide, my eternal companion. The second night, when hell beckoned and I felt, quite literally, the pain of the whole seething world, she was my only comfort. She pushed inside my chest, lifting her head out to rub my forehead and soothe me. She told me her name was Sacha – a sacred term in Quecha. It means Fire, and Forest. She became both my will to persevere, and my sanctuary. Fitting, in every conceivable way.
I have her with me – every moment. I have dreams about Jaguars, and feel so intimately close to them. So lucky to know what it’s like to feel their spirits. So, what’s the logical next step in all of this? A big ass, massive back tapestry – I see my girl Sacha lounging on an Amazon tree branch, her face full of wisdom, pride, and compassion. She lingers above Ayahuasca plants, and rocks etched with ancient Incan symbols – all representing the Jaguar’s sacred power. And, by the way, we know the intense power and magic of Ayahuasca because the ancient Shaman saw Jaguars nibbling on her branches. Wisely, they thought – “We’ll have what they’re having.”
All right then, the idea – I spent hours last night hunting down the perfect visual references for this creation, and realized that in terms of monetary value, Lipo and a back tapestry are damn near the same. My question for myself, and the universe, was simple – which shall I choose, if I can only have one? Right – like I have to answer that.
Seems like a fair trade – for now. I may still have both, I deserve that right, but Sacha and her sacredness is far more important to pursue in the short term. She is my eternal power. This *squeezes fat* is just the house I live in, for one little life. See, I still have priorities.
