Thursday, November 6, 2014

Notes from my 56th trip (Baptismo na Floresta)

I haven't seen a mirror ever since I arrived to the forest.

One thing that I love about Flora is that she will randomly take off her footwear and start walking barefoot.

These days there is so much fucking bullshit in the world. Lies, false prophets, we even have a fucking technique to make people trust them. What the fuck is that? It is a gift, a true blessing, when you can enter a place + it is honest. You can trust. That is your instinct. That is how I feel about the forest.

Quem chega são guerreiros; quem fica são guardiões.

"When water flows thru your body, and you are steady on the earth, the fire no longer hurts you. It is part of the family."

Here in the forest, you can see how everything started.

When you start understanding the lesson, your facial expressions become really honest.

I didn't choose this path. This path has literally chosen me.

Ceu do Mar will lead you to where you're meant to be.

I miss my father.

If I ever write a book, a definite 'thank you' will go to the Yawanawa tribe.

When you are truly at peace, you can enter anywhere protected. 
Nothing will harm you.

The thing about true love, is that you have to have an incredible amount of faith and belief that it will all just work out.

I am very proud to say that the majority of my life is going well.

Goddamn. When I really think about it and am honest w/ myself, I am such a fucked up mess. No, like really. A lot of you that know me only see a part of me and no one knows that type of thoughts and emotions I am passing through when I am alone in my bed. But I'm trying to straighten that all out. I really am. I just hope someone will love me at the end of all of it.

I make friends easily because I very quickly realized that I cannot make this journey alone.

There is always something you can find admirable in a person you do not like at first.

You learn things much more quickly when you are humble.

When you apologize sincerely, the other side loses all its power to be justifiably angry.

There is still a lot in my heart that needs to learn how to forgive.

There haven't been many times, but there have been a few times where I am shitting and throwing up at the same time. That is a confusing experience.

I go to a lot of place by myself, and I seem happy, but I am always missing Flora.

It strikes me as ironic that people from the 'civilized' world call indigenous people 'uncivilized'. There is a complete social order here which if I am to sum up, it would be as 'family' and 'trust'. Granted, there are their disputes + problems, like any other society. But there is certainly more honesty here .And w/o honesty, what is civilization?

'The heart balances the earth.'