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Shaman's Cave By Urukla, Crawley (2025)

04/12/2025

🐆 THE JAGUAR DRUM — BORN FROM HOLO’S HANDS, FOR THOSE WHO WALK WITH SPIRIT

There are objects made by craftsmen…
And there are tools born through a human being who has spent his life listening to the spirits.
This drum belongs to the second kind.

Holo, the Hungarian shaman who created it, is not a man who “crafts.”
He is a man who receives.
Every drum he brings into this world comes after days of silence, prayers, smoke, and listening — real listening — to what wants to be born.

I have met many drums in my life.
Some make sound.
A few carry spirit.
This one carries Jaguar.

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In the Amazon, the Jaguar is not spoken of lightly.

Among the Yawanawá, the Huni Kuin, the Kaxinawá, and many others, Jaguar is known as the one who walks in the night without fear, the one who sees in darkness, the one who guards the threshold between worlds.

When Jaguar appears on a drum, it means something very simple:

This drum belongs to someone who is ready to see what others avoid.

Jaguar teaches you to sit with your own shadow without turning away.
To walk with silent steps.
To trust your instinct more than your thoughts.

There is a saying from the forest:

“The forest reveals itself only to the one whose heart does not tremble.”

Jaguar watches such a heart.

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The Drum — The First Teacher

Long before books…
Long before shrines…
Long before written prayers…
There was the drum.

Every indigenous lineage speaks of it in their own language, but the meaning is always the same:

The drum is the heartbeat of the Mother.

Its rhythm aligns your breath with hers.
It quiets the mind not by force, but by remembrance.
It pulls your spirit back into your body — something modern humans desperately need.

A true drum is not played.
It is entered.
You don’t make sound; you allow sound to move through you.
The more still you are inside, the more the drum opens its doorway.

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✨ What Makes This Drum Alive

Look closely at the back.
The structure is not random.
The cross is the meeting point of the Four Directions — East, South, West, North — the traditional map used by shamans across continents.

In the centre sits a stone — Amethyst, the keeper of inner sight.
The wrapping around it is not decorative; it is protective — woven with intention, carrying colours connected to visions, earth, night, and sky.

The hide has been prepared by hand, the old way — stretched, smoked, whispered into.
In some places, you can still see faint markings left by the animal’s own life.
Holo leaves these deliberately.
He believes the spirit of the drum must remember where the hide came from, so the tool remains humble and true.

The ribbons flowing below are prayers in motion — each colour a path, each movement an offering.

Nothing on this drum is for show.
Everything is for spirit.

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🌬 The Voice of the Drum

When you strike this drum, you’ll understand:
It has a low, grounded pulse — the kind that settles the body, but also pierces through any scattered thoughts.

This is the voice of the Jaguar.
Not loud.
Not chaotic.
Not dramatic.

But unmistakably present.

This drum is for work — real work.
For ceremony, for journeying, for calling your power back from the places you’ve left it over the years.

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🌿 The Drum That Chooses Its Guardian

Some drums call loudly.
Others whisper.
This one stands in stillness and waits for the right person to recognise themselves in it.

If your chest tightened, even slightly, while reading…
If you felt heat in the body…
Or a stirring behind the eyes…
Then maybe the spirit in this drum has already seen you.

In the old traditions, it is said:

“The tool finds the one who has the courage to carry it.”

If that is you, then you will know.

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If the Jaguar Drum calls to you, send us a message 🙏💚

May it walk with the one whose heart is ready.
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03/12/2025

Holo, the Hungarian shaman who created it, is not a man who “crafts.”
He is a man who receives.
Every drum he brings into this world comes after days of silence, prayers, smoke, and listening — real listening — to what wants to be born.

I have met many drums in my life.
Some make sound.
A few carry spirit.
This one carries Jaguar.

Among the Yawanawá, the Huni Kuin, the Kaxinawá, and many others, Jaguar is known as the one who walks in the night without fear, the one who sees in darkness, the one who guards the threshold between worlds.

When Jaguar appears on a drum, it means something very simple:

This drum belongs to someone who is ready to see what others avoid.

If this drum calls you, get in touch with us! 💚

28/10/2025

The Path of the Spirit Animal — Remembering the Language of Nature 🐆

In the beginning, when the Earth was still young and the veil between worlds was thin, humankind walked hand in hand with the spirits of nature. The animals spoke not in words, but through vibration — through presence, symbol, and movement. To the ancient peoples — the shamans, the seers, the ones who remembered — every creature was a teacher, a fragment of the Great Spirit expressing itself through form.

Among the Lakota, it is said that when an animal crosses your path, it is a message from Wakan Tanka, the Great Mystery. The Amazonian elders tell that each person is born with a spirit ally — a protector that mirrors the strength, lesson, and medicine your soul came to embody in this life.

This understanding was not superstition — it was a science of the soul, a deep communication with the unseen world.

✨ A Story from the Elders ✨

Once, a young seeker went to an old shaman and said,

“Grandfather, I wish to know my power animal.”

The old man smiled and handed him a small drum.

“Then go to the forest. Walk until the forest walks in you. Drum until the sound becomes your heartbeat. When the world disappears and the silence begins to breathe — your spirit ally will come.”

The young man walked for days. He fasted, drummed, and prayed until his mind grew quiet. And when the stars reflected upon the river, he saw a jaguar standing in the shadows. The great cat looked into his eyes and spoke — not with a voice, but with knowing:

“Move through life as I move through the jungle — silently, with presence. See through the darkness without fear. Remember that power is not in the roar, but in the stillness before it.”

When the seeker returned, the shaman said only,

“Then you have met yourself.”

💫 That is the essence of the Spirit Animal.

Each animal carries medicine — an energy, a lesson, an aspect of consciousness that mirrors what we need to awaken within ourselves.

- The Jaguar teaches power, fearlessness, and integrity.
- The Deer teaches gentleness, grace, and sensitivity.
- The Eagle teaches vision, perspective, and spiritual sight.
- The Serpent teaches transformation and the art of shedding what no longer serves.
- The Owl teaches wisdom — to see what is hidden beneath illusion.
- The Hummingbird teaches joy, resilience, and the courage to follow the sweetness of life.

When we walk with awareness, the world becomes an oracle — the hawk circling above, the fox crossing our path, the butterfly resting on our hand — all are messengers from the unseen, reflections of our inner landscape.

The shamans of the Amazon say that the Spirit Animal is your bridge to the invisible world — it helps you navigate the realms of energy, dream, and intuition. It reminds you of your nature, your rhythm, your essence.

In modern times, we have forgotten this sacred language. But the animals have not forgotten us. They still appear — in dreams, in visions, in moments of silence — waiting for us to listen again.

When your Spirit Animal comes, do not ask “What does it mean?” — instead, sit with it. Feel its presence. Ask: “What part of me are you awakening?”

For in truth, the Spirit Animal is not something outside of you. It is a mirror of your own soul, calling you to remember.

As Don Juan once told Castaneda,

“To be a warrior is to learn to see. Everything around you is a message — everything is alive.”

And so we return to the old way — walking softly, listening deeply, remembering that all of creation is our kin.

When you next see a hawk, a spider, a wolf, or a butterfly, pause.
Breathe.
The universe is speaking — not through words, but through life itself.

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27/10/2025

🍫🌿 Ceremonial Cacao — The Medicine of the Heart

Deep within the emerald jungles of Satipo, Central Rainforest of Peru, where the rivers breathe and the soil hums with life, the Asháninka and Nomatsigenga tribes have tended to one of the most sacred plants known to humankind — Cacao, the “Food of the Gods.”

For thousands of years, Cacao has been more than nourishment. It is a medicine, a teacher, and a bridge between the physical and spiritual realms. The tribes who cultivate this sacred plant do so with prayer and deep reverence, singing to the trees as they grow — for they know that each bean carries the heartbeat of the Earth herself.

Our very healing Ceremonial Cacao is grown, harvested, and prepared by these tribes using ancient, inherited methods passed down through generations. The beans are hand-picked, sun-dried, and gently ground to preserve their pure, living spirit. Nothing is added. Nothing is taken away.

✨ This is 100% organic, pure Ceremonial Cacao — alive with spirit, energy, and purpose. ✨

When used ceremonially, Cacao opens the heart — the energetic centre of love, intuition, and connection. It softens the walls we’ve built around ourselves, allowing us to feel deeply, to forgive, to connect, and to remember.

The Mayan and Aztec shamans called her “IxCacao” — the Goddess of Compassion and Abundance. She was honoured in rituals that celebrated life, gratitude, and union with the divine. In every ceremony, she was invoked to help humans remember their oneness with all that is.

To drink Ceremonial Cacao is to partake in an ancient communion — to sit in silence, to listen to the heart, and to let the spirit of the plant guide you inward. Her medicine does not overwhelm; it awakens gently, reminding us that joy, love, and creativity are our birthright.

☕ How to sit with Ceremonial Cacao:
Prepare your space with intention.
Set a prayer or dedicate your cup to gratitude.
Breathe deeply. Feel the warmth in your hands.
Sip slowly. Listen to the stories your heart begins to tell.

As the Asháninka say:

“When you drink from the heart of Cacao, you drink from the heart of the Earth.”

This sacred Cacao carries the wisdom of the forest, the songs of the ancestors, and the medicine of love. Whether used in ceremony, meditation, or as a daily heart-opening ritual, it invites you to return — to your essence, your softness, your connection to all life.

💛 Drink with reverence. Drink with gratitude.
Let the Spirit of Cacao remind you that you are love itself.

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21/10/2025

🌕✨ The Rattle of the Goddess — Born of Visegrád’s Sacred Stones ✨🌕

In the old lands of Hungary, where the Danube winds like a silver serpent through ancient hills, there lies a place whispered about by healers, seers, and dreamers — Visegrád, the heart of Hungary’s sacred geography. It is said that the stones of Visegrád hum with the vibration of the Earth’s memory — a resonance of power, protection, and deep ancestral wisdom.

From that holy soil, the stones within this ceremonial shamanic rattle were gathered with reverence. And from the hands of a Hungarian shaman woman — a green witch, a weaver of energies, and a vessel of the old ways — this sacred tool was born.

The rattle’s handle, made from antler, symbolises connection to the wild spirit of the stag — guardian of the forest and messenger between worlds. Its upper form, painted with the image of the Great Goddess, represents the divine feminine, the Source of Creation, the Mother who gives life and reclaims it in equal grace.

When the rattle sings, it is not mere sound — it is movement of Spirit. Each shake awakens the stones from Visegrád to life, each vibration carries the song of the Earth’s pulse. In ceremony, it clears stagnant energy, calls upon helping spirits, and opens the pathways between realms.

In shamanic tradition, the rattle is more than an instrument — it is the voice of the unseen. The Shipibo of the Amazon say that every sound contains geometry; every rhythm, a map of energy. So when this rattle moves, it weaves new patterns into being, dissolving disharmony and restoring balance.

The Hungarian shaman woman who created it said that before she began creating these magical rattles, she dreamt of a silver river flowing through a mountain glowing with emerald light. The next morning, she travelled to Visegrád and gathered the small stones that would become the spirit of all her rattle. She worked in silence, guided by visions, singing softly as the spirit of the Goddess revealed herself through her hands.

The Goddess symbol painted upon it is the embodiment of life, fertility, intuition, and creation. It reminds us that the divine feminine lives not only in women, but in the heart of every being who nurtures, protects, and creates.

To hold this rattle is to hold the bridge between the seen and unseen — to awaken remembrance of the ancient covenant between humankind and the living Earth. When it is used in ceremony, its sound travels through the air like a call to the ancestors, a reminder that we are never alone — that the Mother’s spirit still breathes through every leaf, stone, and heartbeat.

This rattle is not just handmade — it is spirit-made, a creation born from vision, dream, and devotion. It carries the essence of the land, the heartbeat of the Goddess, and the whisper of the stones of Visegrád.

May it find the hands that remember.
May it sing in circles of truth, healing, and love.
And may its rhythm awaken the sleeping wisdom within us all. 🌿🪶

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20/10/2025

🌸💫 Bobinsana – The Medicine of the Heart 💫🌸

Lovingly prepared by the Puyanawa Tribe

In the deep emerald silence of the Amazon, where the rivers sing to the stars and the wind carries the voices of ancestors, grows a sacred plant known to the people as Bobinsana — the spirit of compassion and awakening of the heart.

The Puyanawa tribe, keepers of ancient forest knowledge, say that Bobinsana is not merely a plant — she is a teacher, a spirit of gentle strength and vast tenderness. Her red blossoms mirror the blood of life itself, pulsing with the rhythm of love and remembrance. The shamans of the Puyanawa call upon her in songs, prayers, and in the sacred medicine of Hapé (Rapé) to open the heart and restore connection between the human soul and the living spirit of the Earth.

Bobinsana teaches us to feel again — not through the mind, but through the sacred intelligence of the heart. Her essence moves through the body like a soft river current, cleansing the stagnant waters of grief, dissolving walls of separation, and awakening empathy that had long been buried beneath the noise of the modern world.

In the forest, elders tell stories of how Bobinsana blooms along the riverbanks after great storms, reminding us that beauty is born through surrender — that even after the floods of pain, the heart can flower once more. The Puyanawa say:

“Bobinsana is the mother who teaches you to love all beings again — the plants, the waters, the stars, and yourself.”

This sacred Hapé blend carries that teaching in its breath. It is a medicine of emotional healing, a key to the realms of gentleness, compassion, and forgiveness. Through prayerful administration — whether through a Tepi or a Kuripe — it clears the pathways between the heart and the Spirit, allowing light to flow freely once more.

When used with reverence, Bobinsana Rapé is not just an experience — it is a ceremony. It reminds us that vulnerability is not weakness, that to feel deeply is to live truthfully. She invites us to soften where we have hardened, to listen where we have judged, to breathe where we have been afraid.

The forest whispers through this medicine:
🌿 “Remember, child — love is the greatest healer of all.”

And in that remembrance, we return to balance — to ourselves, to each other, and to the pulse of creation.

🌸 May this sacred Bobinsana Hapé open your heart and fill your being with the tenderness of the forest’s love. 🌸

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17/10/2025

🔥🐆 The Spirit of the Jaguar Drum — The Heartbeat of the Earth

In the ancient ways, before words carried meaning and before stone held memory, there was rhythm. The first sound heard by every human being is the beating of the mother’s heart — a deep, resonant pulse that teaches the unborn soul that it is alive. From that pulse, all rhythm was born. And from rhythm, came the drum.

This sacred drum, created by the Hungarian shaman Holo, carries the spirit of the Jaguar — the silent guardian of the unseen realms. Its presence is more than symbolic; it is alive, breathing through the tension of hide and wood, singing the old language of the Earth.

The Jaguar is not an ordinary animal. Among the shamans of the Amazon and the Andes, it is known as the keeper of the night, the walker between worlds. In the language of the Yawanawá, it is Oni Yushin — the Spirit of the Forest that sees through darkness and illusion. The Maya called it Balam, the protector of the temples and the sacred spaces of the soul. To invoke the Jaguar is to call on courage, clarity, and fierce awareness — to face fear and step through it into mastery.

When Holo crafted this drum, he did so not with mere hands, but with prayer. He entered silence before creation, listening to what the spirit of the animal wished to say. The leather, chosen from the cycle of life and death, was honoured with smoke and song. The wood was blessed by fire and water. And when the first sound emerged, it was said that the forest listened — for every true drum awakens memory in all living beings.

In many traditions, the drum is known as the horse of the shaman. It carries the healer’s consciousness between realms — from the physical world into the spirit world and back again. Its rhythm calls the soul fragments home, aligns the body with the heartbeat of Mother Earth, and awakens the sleeping parts of the self.

When this Jaguar Drum sings, it does not simply make sound — it opens a doorway. The deep vibration resonates through the body, reminding us that we are not separate from nature but extensions of her pulse. To play such a drum is to enter communion with the spirit of all things.

There is a story among the Shipibo-Conibo elders that says:

“When the Earth was young, the first shaman was born from a tree struck by lightning. His drum was made from that tree’s heart, and each beat kept the balance between the heavens and the underworld. Should the drumming ever stop, the world would fall asleep again.”

So, when you hold this drum — when your hand strikes its surface — you are not simply creating music. You are awakening creation itself. You are echoing the first heartbeat of the cosmos. You are speaking the language that mountains and rivers understand.

The Jaguar Drum is not only an instrument; it is a teacher, a protector, and a bridge. It reminds us that power and grace walk together. That silence and sound are one breath apart. That we, too, carry the spirit of the Jaguar — watchful, fearless, and full of ancient knowing.

Let your heart be the hand that moves it.
Let your soul be the rhythm it carries.
And let your prayer travel with its sound to every corner of the unseen world. 🌎✨

Contact us if your Spirit resonates with this magical piece! 💚

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03/10/2025

🔥 Your Energy – The Sacred Currency of Existence

“A man goes to knowledge as he goes to war: wide awake, with fear, with respect, and with absolute assurance. Going to knowledge or going to war in any other manner is a mistake, and whoever makes it might not live to regret it.” — Don Juan Matus (Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan)

My Brothers and Sisters, let us speak today of our energy — not the fleeting strength of muscle, nor the restlessness of the mind, but the true energy of our being, the sacred fire gifted to us when we entered this world.

The seers, the Shamans, The Wisdom Keepers of the Ancient Knowledge, the Toltec warriors, and the Tribes of the Amazon have always taught: we do not arrive here with an endless supply of time or power. Each of us is given a measure of energy — a sacred allotment from the Source, from the Great Spirit, from the All That Is. This energy is our life-force, and every thought, every action, every attachment is a way of spending it.

Most humans walk as if they had eternity to waste. They cling to grievances, quarrels, judgments, and endless distractions, pouring their sacred essence into illusions. Don Juan Matus reminded Castaneda again and again: “The basic difference between an ordinary man and a warrior is that a warrior takes everything as a challenge, while the ordinary man takes everything as a blessing or a curse.”

A warrior knows that energy is his most precious treasure. He does not squander it on resentment, petty battles, or the endless noise of the world. He does not cling to possessions, titles, or even his own importance. For Don Juan also said: “A warrior must know that his death is stalking him, and that he has no time to waste. A warrior lives with death at his left, as his eternal companion.”

This teaching is not meant to create fear, but freedom. When we remember that our pot of energy is limited, we begin to live differently. We stop scattering our awareness in all directions. We gather it, concentrate it, and use it wisely — as the Toltec called it, recapitulation: calling back the fragments of our soul that we have left behind in regrets, attachments, and old wounds.

Look around: how much of your energy is spent on things that do not matter? On what others think of you? On arguments that lead nowhere? On desires that never fill the heart? This is how most of humanity leaks its essence, little by little, until there is nothing left to sustain the great leap into freedom.

But the warrior walks another path. He knows that everything can be taken away in an instant — yet he clings to nothing. This does not make him cold or detached. Quite the opposite. The warrior laughs louder, loves deeper, and sees the beauty in every small thing — because he does not take it for granted. His energy is free, flowing, unbound.

The ancient shamans of the Andes spoke the same truth: “Every breath is borrowed. Every step is a gift. Walk as if the earth itself is lending you her energy, for one day you will return it.”

The visionary art above captures this wisdom. It shows the human walking the fiery path, carrying the glowing essence within — while all around are the bones, the shadows, the reminders of impermanence. The message is clear: your energy is finite. Use it with awareness.

Remember:

• Every thought is an expenditure of energy.
• Every word spoken carries away a part of your life-force.
• Every attachment binds your luminous body.
• Every act of awareness, gratitude, and presence restores your energy and makes you whole.

Don Juan said: “A warrior chooses a path with heart, and follows it with awareness. His energy flows where his intent goes.”

So, my brothers and sisters, ask yourself: Where are you spending your sacred energy? On fear, on anger, on distractions that leave you empty? Or on love, presence, gratitude, and the great work of remembering who you truly are?

The choice is yours. Your pot of energy is sacred. Guard it. Honour it. Spend it only where your spirit rejoices.

For the warrior knows: the path is short, death walks close, and freedom is the only treasure worth spending energy on. 🌿🔥🌌

Visionary Art by a magical artist The Art & Illustration Of Adrianne Tamar Arachne ❤️❤️❤️

28/09/2025

🔆 💚 The Power is Within – Remember!

“Man is not separate from the stars, the rivers, the stones, nor the wind. He is woven into the same fabric of the cosmos.” — Wisdom of the Elders

Beloved ones, hear these words as a reminder, not a teaching. For what we speak, you already know within your bones. The Earth, Pachamama, whispers it to you every time your bare feet kiss her soil. The wind carries it in songs that stir your heart. The fire of the Sun reflects it in your eyes.

Brothers and sisters, we stand at the edge of a great remembering. The veil of forgetting has grown heavy over humanity, but the fire of truth cannot be extinguished. The ancients have always whispered: the medicine is within you.

We live in times when many have forgotten. Forgotten that the power to heal, to transform, to rise above suffering, is not outside of us — it is within us. The shamans, the curanderos, the abuelas and abuelos of old, they all spoke the same truth:

🌿 The body carries the memory of the Earth.
🔥 The heart carries the flame of the Sun.
💧 The tears we shed are the rivers of renewal.
🌬 The breath we take is the Spirit of Life itself.

When trauma, disease, or sorrow comes, it is not a punishment — it is an invitation. An invitation to awaken to the medicine that already lives inside you. To sit with your wound and let it become your teacher. To look into your suffering and see not an enemy, but a doorway back to wholeness.

The Huni Kuin say: “Nixi Pae (Sacred Vine) opens the vision, but the true power lies in the heart of the warrior who drinks it.” The Shipibo elders sing: “We do not heal you. We remind your spirit how to sing itself back into harmony.”

💫 You are not broken. You are a fragment of infinity.
💫 You are not lost. You are a pathfinder in the labyrinth of Spirit.
💫 You are not powerless. You are a dreamer within the Dream of Creation.

The diseases of the modern world — depression, fear, loss, confusion — are the echoes of a great disconnection. Disconnection from the Earth, from the Ancestors, from our own souls. But every wound contains the seed of its own healing. Like the Samauma tree, whose roots stretch deep into the underworld while its crown touches the sky, we too must root and rise.

The ancients knew: thoughts are not idle. They are currents of energy, weaving reality into form. As Don Miguel Ruiz reminds us: “We are dreaming all the time. When we finally wake up from the dream of fear, we begin to dream a new dream — the dream of love.”

The jaguar teaches courage, the serpent teaches transformation, the hummingbird teaches joy, and the eagle teaches vision. These spirits are not outside of us. They live in our own soul. To heal is to remember that we are the Jaguar, the Serpent, the Hummingbird, the Eagle.

The Toltec Naguales would remind their apprentices: “You are a luminous being. You are made of the same light as the stars. Do not waste this gift on small dreams.” Don Juan told Castaneda: “A warrior chooses to believe that he is on a path with heart — and there is no challenge he cannot meet.”

So, when the weight of the world presses heavy on your chest, pause. Place your hand upon your heart. Feel the rhythm of your drum, the heartbeat of your ancestors echoing in your own. Breathe. Call your spirit back from the places where it wandered. Whisper to yourself:

✨ I am a child of the Source.
I am a flame of the Eternal Fire.
I am the dream of the Great Dreamer.
And in me lives the power to heal all things. ✨

Rise, beloved one. Rise into remembrance. The medicine is already inside you. The time of forgetting is over. The time of remembering is now. 🌌🔥🌿

Artwork by the visionary artist Luis Tamani 💚

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