The dock at the first Amazonian retreat, circa 2006
Every day, more illumination.
Some days, more than others.
Every now and again, the stars align, the ego settles down for a nap, and the True Voice explodes with clarity, focus, stability – and above all, a Purpose.
I didn’t find my way to the Amazon without a serious cause. Ironically (or perhaps not) I didn’t know what the calling was – I only knew I had to go. As with many things in my life, it began with following a man; that’s OK, I get to where I need to be my own way. The important thing is, I took on my own journey with zeal and ownership. I take the bait, than find my way.
It’s all coming together. Today I am overwhelmed, in the most cathartic, peaceful fashion. I felt her talking to me last night – my Ayahuasca memory. So I spent time here hunting down kindreds. One new friend, Keegan, had a film called The Shaman of the Amazon posted on his profile. I just finished watching it (and posting it on my profile, should you wish to indulge – something I *highly* recommend). So special, this was, to relive my trip(s) in such a tangible fashion. More importantly, I got to learn how much this means to me. The fight for our civil liberties – our freedom to explore these sides of ourselves without the risk of incarceration or persecution. I saw footage of the Amazon being destroyed, and cried openly. Just like I am now. And I remembered how sacred it felt to tap into the universal energies – to become keenly aware of my own individual essence, and how it fit into the electrified oneness of the entire cosmos.
I have always, always known my words are a gift. God, how I love to write. And to share. And to read. If I could live on words, I would. Some days, I really do. But now I have a focus – all I want to do is bring people to this world, via my writings and through an inspiring push to the safe and profound Peruvian lodge that has given me new life. I am learning to break the materialistic shackles and find real fulfillment. No easy task in the land of the Have’s, in the soul-sucking world of capitalism and ladder climbing. I am honored to take on this fight. I’ve been reading Tarot cards for 17 years, wondering why I was called. Wondering what I’m supposed to do with this energy, these hands that channel so much I don’t understand. Well, I’m figuring it out. My return to the Amazon this December, to work with the omnipotent, masterful Shaman Don Rober, will no doubt flood me with an even greater sense of purpose, and concrete tent poles to guide me along the way.
Watch the film. And if ever you want to join me, well, I’ll be returning over and over again, until I call the Amazon home. It’s already my spiritual mecca; I have no doubt it will be the concrete haven soon enough as well. Join me. Enlightenment awaits.
