10/12/2023
Dear AJ!
Iāve always looked up to you a great deal, admiring your jedi prowess to navigate through life, surfing crests of waves and radiating calmness that came from deep within yourself. Iāve seen the pristine blue vastness in the portals of your eyes which was a transcendental experience in itself and found much encouragement to shine in my own capacity. Itās an honour knowing you, feeling very blessed to have witnessed your presence on this planet as you are one of the masters I draw strength from. Hence, this love letter; I know thereās continuation to this exchange, Iāve seen it in your eyes, be it in this life or the next one.
Itās been epic enough so far and I canāt imagine what else the Universe has got in store for us. Luminate Party Never Stops. Out of all people, you have tasted the Beyond and will not be a stranger in the realm of the dazzling Light when you do decide to travel.
I had once taken a fairly potent ayahuasca brew in the wake of loosing Kat to the breast cancer. I thought I was gonna die, purging from both ends and barely able to stagger back to the maloca where Cesar was waiting on the porch, having sensed I need help. When he sat me down to sing to me, vibrations were so high I literally started burning up, destined to melt in the fire that was consuming me generously stalked by a Caesar's icaro until I found myself adrift with no sense of direction, no weight or form, completely surrounded by brilliant light on all sides and nothing but light.
I never experienced such an amount of energy, not in conscious awareness, anyway. This was a cosmic furnace where galaxies were forged and galactic superclasters arranged in fancy garlands to sparkle overhead of earthlings on a clear night, reminding them of Divine Design, a supreme meaning and preciousness of Life, a place of absolute tranquility, Power and Love, a place of reunion with dearly beloved friends and family who passed away from the world of living. My beloved Kat, who died in my arms, gasping for her last breath, was there in the spirit, present in all her radiance. My dear old grandma, with all her tender affection and resurrected glamour, my step-dad, liberated from his crippled body and extending his homecoming embrace to welcome me to both the source and the final destination of the Spirit. I beheld my entire life laid out on a palm of my hand in front of me, every single experience leading me to this point of illumination, however temporary, which allowed me an outside perspective from the confines of the body and the mind. I realized that was it not for all the painful and unpleasant things I had gone through, cursing and pleading, all the failures, mistakes and accidents I had suffered, I wouldn't be floating euphorically in the pure ether woven out of strands of infinite light and smiling from ear to ear like a village idiot who made it to the country fair for once in his life.
A place of elevated perspectives fills one with insight and gratitude; I felt that gratitude and insight in your presence long before the abovementioned experience and I hereby take my hat off to praise your clarity and Grace.
I came to feel I am living in the times of the legends, AJ. No one is perfect, nor altogether correct, but flaming hearts illuminate the way and life has been gathering more and more festive momentum, becoming more of a celebration than a yoke to pull.
Poetry flows forth, visions appear in the shining warm glory of loving affection, seeds planted sprout the vigorous growth and sweet fruit of labour is just around the corner; I can smell it. And Iād like you to hear the echo of your song in mine and encourage you to stick around, in fact. Let me explain just what I mean.
About this time a year ago Don Felipe returned from Mexico where he was healing people for three months giving ceremonies. He came back and fell ill, catching cold. The cold wouldnāt go away in a hurry and he didnāt feel like eating for awhile, dropping quite a bit of weight. It wasnāt just cold, however. His illness has been caused by brujeria, a curse of black magic that typically involves things like burying photo of a man one wishes dead in a cemetery sewn up inside a boa or some other deadly snake with all due works. It messes with a personās mind, apart from directly influencing his energetic state which results in distortions that manifest as illness. People do it out of jealousy nine times out of ten. Contracting a brujo is optional but jealousy and negative energy sent your way is omnipresent in the society of lost souls. It affects us, even the healers are not free from the attacks and get attacked more often, in fact.
Soon as you start shining, dark forces try to shut you down and apply the pressure that will either kill you or blast you right open like a supernovae. I donāt have to go far to illustrate the point: Socrates poisoned, Jesus crucified.
Don Felipe was a Shipibo rockstar, a mighty healer from Rao Kano Xobo House of Healing Energy singing folks back to health and wrestling with death to save lives and finally travelling the world in the flesh, not solely in his ayahuasca visions, in his seventies. A true diamond. He died last March, succumbing to cancer of liver. I wonāt go into the story in full, having witnessed his process first-hand, I will only say that his stubbornness surfaced big time and he wasnāt able to receive the healing which was available. He stopped taking raw turmeric juice and cut the dieta Cesar was giving to him. It went to ridiculous length, as I come to recall. He wouldnāt let neither me nor Rachel to massage him, let alone apply aloe vera compress, sleeping in his clothes on a bed with no sheets and not wanting to hear a word of us cleaning him room up for him. He was sabotaging every attempt to heal while telling me at every opportunity he was getting better and was going to join us for a ceremony in a weekās time.
We saw him a day before his departure, surrounded by village women dressed in embroidered skirts on all sides and looking like an Inka Emperor. He was super switched on at all times, and only gained in perception as he moved closer to the final frontier. I spoke to him at length, telling jokes and thanking him for looking after me when I was going through rough seas. Once, me and Rachel met dawn in Don Felipeās bed; that kind of intimacy not every disciple can afford as it takes a shamanic ordeal of nothing short than spiritual rebirth to claim it.
Lying there in the casket, however, Don Felipe was transformed a great deal, AJ. His face became smooth, free of tension, and he looked twenty years younger. He could have been touring the planet for another twenty years, bringing forth the paradise and making flowers blossom.
As it is, he took his paradise and his blossoms with him into his final journey into the great Unknown. He worked hard for it, without hind sight and promise of quick profit. He never had any money, being happy with having a fish soup to eat, mapacho to smoke and people to heal. Thatās all. Same as yourself and your music. Your joy has been doubled and tripled as you shared the vibrations and frequencies of your soul and of the eternal dance.
I can only offer my two centās worth of a prayer for your recovery and wellbeing and return to the vigorous health so we may once again rendezvous in the flesh and share a thimble of medicine and tasty goodness poor earth can afford. In saying it, I have always felt you were illuminated from within and by now you can well be enlightened and thus free to choose. I wish I was near you to witness your journey, friend and look once again into your eyes and be elevated into the sky, pristine and wide open.
Cancer is not the killer. Cancer, in fact, is a healer. Doctors so-called donāt know the half of it, focusing on disease, rather than wellbeing. Ryek Geerd Hamer, who is responsible for Germanic New Medicine, had developed testicular tumours three months after his son died in a car accident as his body was compensating on a biological level for the emotional grief by producing huge amounts of testosterone needed to replace the loss of his progeny. As he went through the grieving process, testosterone levels dropped and tumours dissolved.
Biological conflict of the pancreas gland is linked to an āindigestible morselā conflict typically brought on by arguments within family about not having enough provisions, such as money, property, etc., that are hard to digest. Hence, stomach aches and inability to process food. Pancreatic ducts, when affected by biological conflict, are linked to āterritory angerā or disputes over oneās domain, be it real or imaginary. Once the underlying issue is resolved on the energetic level, biological conflict follows suit by proxy (Iām typing this in because it may supply a valuable insight, if not to you, then your friends or whoever may stumble upon this dedication to a living legend I know as AJ).
Energy is always primary, for everything in the universe vibrates and our very bodies are woven from threads of light slowed down to denser vibrations. Mental and emotional states are likewise vibrationally-charged.
No medical staff in those sterile hospitals of chloroform and syringe is equipped to dish out a single morsel of faith in self-regenerating ability of a human body. They are just an extension of funeral parlours, ushering you once step closer to lying down with folded arms into a coffin. I am well familiar with the business of cancer industry and thereās nothing pretty about it; the best they can do is offer you a lottery of chance with fairly low success winnings. Thatās why I am in the jungle with the Indians who donāt abandon the ship just because it got rained on. Even if was raining for seven years, you can still pump all that excess out. All you need is a bit of faith, a prayer and a guide to the world of spirits that can channel the instructions. Could be super simple things, like praying into the glass of water before drinking it just like Incas did it. Freya could do it. You could do it. Anyone who is still breathing can do it. Channel the power of Lord Almighty and his heavenly realm of archangels, cherubims and seraphims, Holy Spirit and all the rainbow warriors to clean your body, your heart, your mind, your spirit, your veins, your organs, your saliva, give you strength and ability to heal, wash away negative energies, remove obstacles and let the Grace descend, healing your on a cellular and molecular level to activate digestive juices, reboot the system, give you a second life on this earth to entertain the prayers of your beloved family of blood and spirit (which you have aplenty in great numbers). Amen!
It aināt as much as religious rupture as it is true science of spiritual healing and it WORKS. Apart from that, few points of kambo could do you a world of good and flush out the debris, if you could handle it. Thereās medicine available to make miracles so-called happen at the click of fingers. If I havenāt seen the proof, I wouldnāt open my mouth in the first place.
In saying so, I am but an apprentice. I will smoke mapacho and sing for you in the next ceremony. Much love, AJ, to you and your family. Holding you in my thoughts, my prayers and my heart, always.
