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Jaguar Medicine

Alberto Villoldo

Until 1971, it was thought that the Nile was the longest river in the world. That year, National Geographic explorer Loren McIntyre, along with a local Indian guide and a friend who owned a pick-up truck, set out to discover the source of the Amazon. On October 15, 1971, McIntyre and his party reached a summit 18,200 feet in altitude, an icy ridge called Choquecorao from which they spotted a body of water 1,000 feet below them. Thirsty, they decided to descend to this small lake, and as they looked at the five brooks that trickled outward and down the mountainside, McIntyre realized they had found the origin of the great Amazon. This daring expedition would lead to the revelation that the twisting and turning river is longer than the Nile by nearly 100 kilometers, and would stir interest in uncovering the mysteries of this region of the world that had been almost completely hidden to westerners.[1]

McIntyre was an old-school explorer who relied more on guts, brawn, and instinct than on technology to help him navigate. I remember meeting him near the town of Pucalpa, Peru, the last navigable Amazon port. It was late in the spring of 1979, and I was an eager young man with a fresh PhD looking for an unexplored niche in anthropology. I had already spent nearly six years traveling to the Peruvian Andes and Amazon and had become a regular in the "Last Friday" club, a once-a-month gathering at the last waterhole in the jungle that served cold beer. At that time, many of us westerners who had come to the edge of the unexplored Amazon were searching for the legendary Mayoruna, a shy and elusive people who foraged and hunted in the deep jungle, so that we could study their ways. What made the Mayoruna so exotic to us was that they believed themselves to be jaguars who inhabited the bodies of men and women, and who tattooed their faces to look like jungle cats, even wearing whiskers during their ceremonies. Moreover, we were enticed by the rumor that they were able to "beam," transmitting their thoughts telepathically to each other.[2] The possibility that we might uncover and understand the secrets of the Mayoruna was exhilarating.

The only way for us budget explorers to launch an expedition to the remote regions where there were reported Mayoruna sightings was to hire one of the Irish pilots who worked at the local Christian mission to fly us on their seaplane on a Saturday, their day off, and pick us up the following week at the same spot. These extraordinary flyers risked their lives, and ours, as they landed their aircraft in turbulent river waters where logs the size of trees floated by. By far the biggest challenge, however, was getting them to remember the following week where they had dropped you off, as this was before GPS technology existed, and every bend in the river looked exactly like the next. We used to carry an emergency flare that we hoped would be dry enough to light the following week when the buzzing of the single engine plane circling above could be heard again. Needless to say, McIntyre not only found the Mayoruna before any of the rest of us did, he traveled with them for many months as they sought the source of their own river and what they called "the beginning of time itself."

During those years traipsing around the Amazon, inspired by McIntyre's discoveries, I came across the opportunity to study with many shamans and healers. Many of them were masters who worked with the ayahuasca vine, a plant with hallucinogenic qualities that is used ritualistically in their culture, which fascinated me. I remember observing one of these shamans, don Ramon, during his nighttime healing ceremonies, as he would load his pipe with jungle tobacco and turn to one of his patients and "sing his jaguar down from the tree." I asked him what he meant and he explained that like many people, the patient lived in constant fear, and that this fear was the result of a trauma experienced early in life that had not healed. He said, "This man's soul is like a terrified cat who escaped danger and quickly clambered up a tree, where it remains, hissing at anyone who comes near. The cat must come down, relax, and resume walking on the terra firma of the rainforest, or there will be no healing of the illness this fear has engendered in him."

As he worked with his patients, don Ramon would speak to them softly, reassuring them that their family was safe, that they were safe. Sometimes, he would massage a patient's belly, explaining to that "here is where the jaguar resides within each of us." I told him that in the west, we call the primitive, fearful response to trauma the "fight-or-flight" response, because it causes a creature to run away from danger or lash out in self-protection. The old shaman nodded, and said, "Yes, but when the danger has gone, an animal no longer holds on to its fear, while people will often remain in this state for many years."

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became about the potential of don Ramon's jaguar medicine. His explanation made total sense. Resetting a fight-or-flight response could free a patient from the devastating physiological effects of stress. While the fight-or-flight response can save our life in an emergency, we know that it is damaging to remain in that state for an extended period. During fight-or-flight the body produces and releases cortisol, adrenaline, and norepinephrine, hormones that shut down noncritical functions in favor of high energy bursts, enhanced alertness, quickened reflexes, and faster blood clotting, all of which are needed in times of danger.

The danger is that our physiological response to chronic stress is the same as during instances of danger. Our fight-or-flight hormones continue to wash through our system, and we soon have an oversupply of cortisol and adrenaline. Excess levels of cortisol break down tissues in virtually every corner of the body, accelerating the aging process. High cortisol levels weaken ligaments, muscle, blood vessels, and bone and can cause elevated blood sugar levels and high blood pressure, eventually leading to easy bruising and thin, nearly transparent skin that we associate with the elderly. Abnormal function of the fight-or-flight system has also been correlated with inflammatory diseases and deficient immune function. While in this state, the body suppresses the healing hormones we need to recover from stress. And while most animals have systems that allow them to shake off the fight-or-flight response as soon as danger has passed, we humans seem to have lost that ability.

I watched don Ramon and other shamans "bring the jaguar down from the tree," during their healing rituals and saw the immediate difference in their patients, who were visibly more relaxed and energized. Later, the healers would employ certain core processes including what they called "extraction" and "soul retrieval."

The extraction process draws out the "heavy" or noxious energies that have settled in the patient's body or his "luminous energy field" (LEF): the energetic envelope, or information field, that surrounds the physical body. This is the detoxification stage of healing, and it sometimes also involves ingesting plants that induce vomiting or herbs that cleanse the GI tract. The shamans explained to me that these illness-causing energies were often the result of envy or anger that had been directed at the patient by someone else. When lodged in the LEF or in the outer layers of the skin, these energies had to be sucked out of the patient. The shaman would place his mouth over the affected area of the body, suck audibly, then turn and spit out the invisible poisons. Sometimes, the shaman would even vomit fiercely as his physical body rejected the noxious energies he had removed from his patient. Other times, the shaman would using a stone or crystal to extract and contain them.

Many of the shamans I studied during my tenure in the Amazon, and later in the Andes, explained to me that the (LEF) contains a blueprint for how we will age, how we will heal, and how we might die. Encoded within this matrix are all the gifts and ailments we inherit from our parents, as well as data from all the traumas we have suffered in our lifetimes. Stories of betrayal, abandonment, and loss are stored in a holographic fashion in the tides and streams of life-force swirling about in the luminous field, creating dark, heavy spots among the whirls of lighter energy. If we have a family history for heart disease or breast cancer, this information is encoded in our LEF until we are healed of this legacy. In the Amazon, they refer to such legacies as "generational curses" handed down from parent to child to grandchild. The shamans explained to me that when a sorcerer wants to inflict harm on a victim, he merely needs to activate the codes in the LEF to manifest a generational disease in that person. Conversely, a healer could also trigger the gifts latent within a clients LEF. In effect, these shamans believe that the LEF provides instructions to our DNA to express certain genes.

For many years, I considered their stories about creating health or disease in others to be implausible, but then I wondered, if diet, exercise, meditation, and stress can inform gene expression, couldn't intention do the same? What about the well documented power of prayer to heal? Could someone with a malevolent intention send that toxic desire to exploit another's weaknesses, in the same way that a benevolent prayer could heal?

After the resetting the fight-or-flight system and the detoxifying the patient, the shaman practices what is called "soul-retrieval." This process summons the parts of the self that the patient has lost as a result of previous traumas. Don Ramon believed that these events, which the shaman called susto or "fright," may have split off parts of the patient's soul when she was an infant, or even in utero. Jealous spouses or competitors could also have stolen these soul parts – the confident self, the trusting self, the self who loves freely and feels worthy of being loved in return – in the patient's adulthood.

To retrieve these talents, possibilities, and potentials that have retreated to the hidden recesses of the patient's psyche, the healer will enter a trance state and allow his consciousness to temporarily depart from his body and journey to the "lower world," or what we might identify as the collective unconscious. There, the healer can discover and bring back those qualities of the personality that have been disowned, and that will allow a patient to embark upon their destiny. At this stage of the healing, the shaman will also prescribe certain herbs and foods that will help the body to rebuild and restore physical health.

 

Shamans say that the soul has such a longing for wholeness that it will recreate the conditions that caused the soul loss, because it hopes that another opportunity for healing will result in our integrating these fragmented aspects of the self. Unaware of their soul's wounding, the person will change jobs but end up with a similar boss, move to another city and wonder at how she ended up with neighbors who are just like those she left behind, or divorce the abusive spouse and end up in an identical marriage. If the shaman can discover the source of the original wounding, he can heal it, and break the self-destructive patterns. He does this by recovering the quanta of life force that was lost and returning it to its rightful place in the patients LEF.

Shamanic medicine is not a panacea, and shamans themselves will go to the emergency room when they have an acute condition. Western medicine remains the best trauma medicine that we know. Yet shamanic healing, with its emphasis on treating the body, mind, and soul as inseparable and continually influencing each other, can offer us fresh perspectives on dealing with the chronic conditions that afflict so many.

Recently, I invited a small group of travelers with me on a trip to the Amazon. Among these was a retired neurosurgeon who had suffered a stroke several years earlier and had lost significant motor function on the right side of his body. He was unable to set his right heel down, and had to walk very slowly with the aid of a walking stick. After a session with a renowned jungle shaman, he was able to set down his right heel for the first time in years. The following week, he accompanied me in an expedition to the Andes where he hiked up a mountain at 10,000 feet altitude unassisted. When I asked him what had happened, he simply said, "I have my stride back." The lost self who could walk forward confidently and unimpeded had returned, and his body was reflecting this profound change in the state of his soul.



NOTES


[1] McIntyre, L. "Amazon: The River Sea" National Geographic Magazine, 1972.
[2] Popescu, Petru. Amazon Beaming. Penguin, 1992.

 

 

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"recreate the conditions of soul loss"

as i never had the chance to drop in on an Amazon,i suppose at a crossroads in my youth i was studying about American indians.I intuitively did a desperado act of self recreation of the conditions of soul loss.As i had to be my own patient and shaman, as it were, and i knew next to nothing about technique and recovering the gound.So i had to improvise with what i had.

I remember one day walking by a street sign near the little community jr college. It so happens, i found myself seeing like, the tare in time, it realized i had done what i set out to do, but what i did not realize, because how could i have, was that when traversed that tare between worlds i had nothing to guide me through, but some fragments of truth. Of course the sudden feeling that i was up in a tree way out there on a branch that was also a book of names.As one would read the names in order to somehow find the way down.

all the trips had been just dialogue with the shifting cheshire.Now i would have to enter Tyger Tyger.

and name the names backwards, one two three Nile, floating down river in a odlong box with voices around singing hieroglyphic sounds with strange flute and great booming intonation.Four, five,

walking down a street that unfolded like a bird of paradise, six, the mexican hobo with the look in his eye that connects to the world just by looking at things, as his gaze passes mine, a smile like a brown cat, as i see the girl cross the street in the white trenchcoat that stands there talking to her cigarette, with her long blonde hair and her long distant stare to the end of the lit coal.Seven.

She tosses it down in the gutter with some mental home mutter, i fall with the butt, but not before hearing some of the crazy mixed up stanzas of her mind.Like a mandala of repeated childhood games.Girl in trenchcoat standing on curb, completely invisible to the teeming people walking down the street past her thin wispy shape like a question mark that really is an exclamation point. Eight.Open the gateless gate,

The poet sees a mirage rise out of the middle of the street, it looks like a huge mansion that is a hotel, transparent with also trees growing inside and down long tongued halls.The trenchcoat is walking into room nine. There is a river in the heart of the lobby the night clerk at the window looks like the Healer.Poet senses the name of the hotel, its called El Dorado.An elevator door opens in the seething wall and a Jaguar saunters out, with crystal ball eyes.The Jaguar asks the poet for the time with the voice of the blonde trenchcoat.He is still falling like the tossed cigarette she lit with her smoldering eyes.Ten.

Machu Picchu at the lobby window rings a little bell, and the hotel sinks back into the main street of Santa Cruz.The mexican hobo walks by and winks.Ocean waves crash on the curb.Eleven.It starts raining cats and 2012 gods.

 

 

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E G B D F

Having just finished reading two books by Rupert Sheldrake on the subject of morphic fields, on top of a recent book on the topic of quantum biology, I am awed and amazed at how this particular circle seems to be closing; how it seems to me as if all circles are closing. Maybe it’s just my spiral of circles—I really don’t know, because there are so few people to dialog with.

This article, like others I’ve read here on RS, is yet another trail of breadcrumbs left for me to follow. (But by whom, and why?)

The LEF is practically identical to the morphic fields of Sheldrake, and the connections of the LEF to genetic processes mentioned by the Shaman could have been a quote in one of Sheldrake’s books! Yet another post-modern scientific discovery joins pre-modern intuitive common knowledge!

I’m so often reminded of the illustration on the cover of the Moody Blues album, Every Good Boy Deserves Favour; a picture of a wizard holding out a crystal hovering over the outstretched hand of a boy, wide-eyed in wonder and curiosity at what the gem might contain; while other less deserving boys cower in jealousy in a periphery of darkness.

If I could only remember the future, I might discover why I’m the wonder-ful boy… And, who is the wizard?

 

 

"If only I could remember the future"

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i donno

i 'm just a poet/writer that is bit stymied by computer technology, it all takes energy, just doing something simple for others that master computer stuff, is a drag for me, that's why i don't post links.I mean i think my writing is my link.I link my thoughts thoughts together from my experiences and my reading, and i write poetry or prose to the wizard.

Sometimes i have to simulate an exchange that posses as an intelligent conversation, like i'm talking to myself. I write out of habit, i sent an enquiry to a publisher, just another simulated exchange.I wrote some response on a so called "literary" site where i have literly put hundreds of poems and writing on there for the last several years, and the site owner removed my response, and when i asked him about it, he said "it did not make sense, it is no big deal" he has since removed all of my poems, because i dare to question his motive for treating me like some beggar on a New York city street.(The site owner lives there).

 

ha ha, well gee imagine a writer/poet that is a surrealist not making sense? Actually what i said made too much sense on more sense levels then one or two.Excuse the heck out of me. Of course if i was a famous published writer/poet it would make all the sense in the senseless world.

Say Morphogenitic fields and the rats on the ship run for cover.Next thing you know Sheldrake will be called a mason, or worse , a moral relativist. But they can't say he dosen't make sense! And that makes sense in a world of too little dialogue.

we are remembering the future

remembering the future is precisely what we are doing. that is the circle closing, and the sphere expanding and lets not forget the about the spiral, the spiral is...i dont know, somebody think of something... anyway, i've had 2 soul retrieval's by one of alberto's students. nothing short of earth shattering, amazing work.
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Spirals, expanding, contracting

Juicy notions on spin, torque, and the relation of expansion to contraction can be found in the novel work of Nassim Haramein , at www.theresonanceproject.org.

resonance

loved it. bought it.
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Field of Dreemz

The circle are closing, Don, or, to quote McKenna, becoming evermore co-tangent. I follow a similar drunkard's walk through this data field, and note resonances with Bruce Lipton's work. Did you know Sheldrake and Lipton have done dialogs, and recordings are available at www.sheldrake.org? Per breadcrumb trails, I find useful models in the chaotic/dynamic musings of Sheldrake, McKenna, and Ralph Abraham, who conducted a series of "Trialogues" from '89-'98. Among their first sessions, available at www.matrixmasters.com/podcasts, is one titled "Creativity and Chaos" a two-part free download in which these three Wizards elaborate on the topology of time, chaotic attractors, and Waddington's notion of "Creode's" or developmental pathways in morphogenetic fields. (Podcast #'s 062 and 063) I wonder if these breadcrumb trails of concrescent novelty are creodes in superspace, and the bird-dogs among us can grok them with some hyperdimensional olfaction? William Tiller's Intention-Imprinted Electronic Devices, (IIED's) show lab-verified field phenomena which seem related to Sheldrake's theories. (www.tiller.org) The Global Consciousness Project is monitoring something spooky in this vein, at http://noosphere.princeton.edu. Years of compiled data from a worldwide network of random number generators shows some vast field can be perturbed by mass attention, such as 9/11. Regarding The Wizard, more intriguing to me, than Who, is What, is he/she Doing? An archetype may be distributed non-locally, but if action is co-ordinated, a unity of intent is implied. Mayhap, the Shire CAN be saved!
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speakin of the Shire

i read the Hobbit in 68, i had gotten put in juve hall, for having a roach in my pocket, and the Hobbit kept me cool.

Also, i had a big thing about Merlin for awhile, i mean it seemed he was walking with me for a few days, there. Was one day when i found this book sitting on the table in the big Victorian house i was renting a room in. The book was like totally not there, it seemed as if it was visible only to me, i opened the hard cold cover, and i felt like a raven fly by.Then the book was gone next time i looked, but i was already on the trail of other books.

One day i went under the house in the basement celler and i layed on the dirt floor, it seemed like i fell into a unconscious state, suddenly i saw ,felt a flock of black birds fly out of my chest. I thought about that book i had found on the table.That feelin is perhaps impossible to describe.Seein birds flyin away from my prone shape seein them flap up and up into a blue crystalball clear sky.

It's not easy to write about this, but this would be part of my next book.Or not.

Blame it on the Hobbits!!! Ha Ho 

wyrd!

 

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Wonderful article

Currently we only know 3 % of our DNA, which are our genes. The other 97% is classified as junk DNA. Many philosophers, prophets, and ancients all have said that "all the answers lie within." Indicating to what I now understand is our blueprint, DNA.

What I most enjoyed about this article is the connection and balance in finding a greater understanding of the human condition from 2 very different schools of medicine. Western medicine can be balance with ancient medicine from the Amazonia that has been used for millenia for healing different ailments. I feel we can evolve in our biological plane by incorporating amazon herbs/plants in our diet/understanding our DNA.

One thing I didn't agree with was: "Shamanic medicine is not a panacea, and shamans themselves will go to the emergency room when they have an acute condition." I see how in some cases this could be true. I feel ayahuasca is a panacea and really heals on 3 planes:
1) biological- cleansing out all the negative toxins that have built up over your lifetime.
2) Psyche- explore your subconscious and relive your traumatic events/fears until you accept them.
3) Spiritual cleansing where inner demons are exercised and a new spiritual understanding has crystallized as you see the interconnectedness of spirits in everything: animals/plants/humans. Moreover, I understand the point that was made by Alberto in seeing that there is/needs a/be balance of both traditions of medicine. Going back to the topic of DNA and ayahuasca, Graham Hancock once told me that it could be very possible that Shamans travel on their DNA or the person's DNA whom they are healing to reach other dimensions. I also believe Jeremy Narby talks about this extensively in "The Cosmic Serpent."

The icaros the shamans sing I feel also help travel on the DNA strand to these other planes. Looking at the string theory this further confirms my beliefs. Shamans have a vast knowledge of plant medicine and I truly believe that "Shamanic medicine" is a panacea. Ayahuasca could very well be that panacea. There are also very specific plants that have certain healing compounds for different sickness,infections,etc. It still doesn't surprise me that out of millions of plants that Shamans were able to discover that by mixing 2 very distinct plants you could obtain ayahuasca.

"Shamans of the Amazon" is an amazing documentary that talks about ayahuasca and the incredible power of ayahuasca. There are several interviews of dr. bruce lipton, graham hancock, and others on www.consciousmedianetwork.com that talk about dna and ayahuasca. And CJ I agree with you, my writing is also my link, but I feel that certain links also have truth in them.

Please watch this video it is only 5 minutes and embodies how I feel. Especially around minute 4:30 he talks about DNA. http://youtube.com/watch?v=g7cylfQtkDg

"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind"
-Ghandi
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oh i'm glad and grateful for your links

i will click on everyone with a smile and a word of bliss on my lips, and maybe someday i will actually read how to make links myself, i'm just so into writing that anything that takes my attention away computer work wise is like the last frog.

and i am grateful if anybody reads my poetry, and or sometimes i get off on some kind of long drawn out tortuous...

twisty turny way of sayin it like it is.

I never had the joy of taking Aya, i did a lot of my psychedelic days really as a teenager in the late 60's

that's why i keep bringin it up, because i want to get my book published.

the last thing i had was the mushroom.Oh there was that pure LSD in the Rites of Eleusis.

time to take my cats claw....Ha

 

Om Shanti, peace & love

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Ayahuasca is not a panacea

It's just isn't, and labelling it as such is damaging.
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"Rise to the Equation"

Hi Jeffery, I’m glad that I’m not the only one following this chreode. (Yes, I think you might be on the right track there)

I just ordered a couple more books, thanks for the links and references. I often go to my local library (high speed connection) when I find something to watch, or listen to. Now I have another reason to go: To check out those pod casts :-)

Hey nitelite, did you purchase the four-disc set called Crossing the Event Horizon “Rise to the Equation”? How was it? (…worth the money?)

The wizard’s grand purpose is curious indeed. Its local entity seems to have saved my ass, for some reason, on a number of occasions! As a result I've tended to think in terms of the Wizard and Me (my current somatic self). Due to the influence of Robert Monroe, I’ve begun to think of the broader scope of “the Wizard and We” (past and future iterations of “I”) Then, there’s the Wizard and the current and “other” iterations of the somatic You (as in everyone), because after all, You-all effect me.

If my immediate Wizard is my Oversoul, and it’s a stretch for me to grok that, how do I stretch to conceive an Over-Wizard who, by virtue of our existence in a local cosmic dimension set, must somehow exist outside our local cosmos, in order to give it trajectory? (If that’s what it’s even doing?)

If I recall correctly, inherent in the Hebrew tense for the gender male is a suggestion of "many". As there are the "many" organisms without whom our body would not survive as a human life-form, and as there are the "many" within the body of the life-form Earth, and as earth is only an organism within the universe of "many", etc., maybe the Over-Wizard consists of the "many" forms of consciousness above our local deminsion set, and the only Hebrew word for that was male?

 

Loved your article, Alberto. Sorry for veering this thread off topic. Hopefully someone will bring it back.

 

 

"If only I could remember the future"

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oh i'm sorry too

watt was the topic?

oh rememberin the futcha!

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Cats & Frogs

Great article, thankyou.

Of course Ayahuasca is in a league of its own, and with the assistance of a good curandero, can do amazing things.

But, Uña de Gato, also known was Tambor Huasca, Uña Huasca or Cat's Claw can do absolute wonders for the immune system, digestive system, bones, arthritis, viruses, gastric ulcers, tumors, parasites and more. It's being used with great success in treating cancer and HIV.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncaria_tomentosa

Unlike Ayahuasca however, Cat's Claw is not visionary and not nearly as difficult to drink or handle. One can drink this on a daily basis to strengthen the body to great degrees. It's easily available at many good natural, herbal stores as well as online.

I had a chance to meet with a few Matses (Mayoruna) and take one of their medicines called Sapo (or in Matses, dau-kiet!), a secretion from a Phyllomedusa bicolor tree frog. This medicine, burned into the skin, is very intense and takes about 15 minutes to endure the agony of extreme purgation, during which one rids the body of toxins. After resting, one becomes very clear and balanced, can go without food, can see and hear further.

The Matses will often use Sapo for hunting. Purging the toxins from the body in this way removes the human scent and provides the Matses with amazing jaguar-like stealth.

 

Strenghten the body and you'll strengthen the spirit.

Look to the heavens. It's raining Cats and Frogs.

; )

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its rain in salamanders

its rainin roots in them jars jaguars in the rain forests its rainin gold tonic not bubonic rain up in the holy hills rain down in the lowley flats hope it keeps rainin them cats and frogs in them brews and grogs in them purges and vomits hope it keeps throwing up deep in the shaman jungle keeps offering up to the canopy of stars keep washin off the medicine down the river keep cleansing our earth liver and the giver of knowledge and deep generational curses will shough off once and for all and good will always come to your part of the woods on stealthy paws

do-it-yourself

Remember that the shaman have taken Ayahuasca all their life...they "know" it, have faced their jaguar spirit and are whole, and therefore can use it to enter us and aid the healing.

We (who have not grown up drinking it from birth) take it to open our "door" usually for the shamans to enter...but what else can enter if the shaman is not present??

Most of us are unaware nor completely "full" of our spirit, due to the lost fragments of our soul.

I love that life replays the scenarios to offer us the chance to learn and retrieve these pieces ourselves which can be scattered like the jaguar up the tree.

We all can do this ourselves--without ayahuasca. That other world is always there (here) always accessible and some of us are slowly learning to do it without the aid of drugs, healers and anything "put into us".

When we are full of our own spirit (which is our birthright) --there is no need nor room to put anything else in.

We already have the ability to travel forward and backwards in time, remove unwanted "things" in our energy fields, alter our DNA and that of our ancestors and descendants and ultimately change anything we want. It's just remembering how to do it! But then everything unfolds in time as it's needed. We are definitely getting closer to the center of the spiral.

Also...in response to Asad Khan's comment...the shaman didn't discover that by mixing 2 very distinct plants you could obtain ayahuasca... the plants told them.

 

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In response to Asad

Aya is a wonderful gift for sure, but I agree with Alberto that it is not a panacea. It can help us in many ways, but we still have to do the work and help ourselves. Furthermore, the shamans did not "obtain" ayahuasca. Ayahuasca is the vine, but it needs to be mixed with another plant to activate the DMT in the digestive system. Chacruna is commonly used, but there are also other plants that can activate the DMT. You say: "It still doesn't surprise me that out of millions of plants that Shamans were able to discover that by mixing 2 very distinct plants you could obtain ayahuasca." In my opinion, it is incredible that the indigenous shamans of the Amazon made this discovery through their communion with the forrest and the plant spirits.  Absolutely amazing.