I met a beautiful soul- amazing woman the other day. She shared with me a bit of her life.. a bit of her experience in helping human kind.
She told me about the Dakota Access pipeline trauma that occurred a couple years ago in the Dakotas. :-(
The conversation began when I noticed the kambo healing scars on her arm, she quite as many as I did. I asked her how long she had been working with kambo. She smiled very sweetly, like a family member would when they see me in the first time after a long time.. 'around 16 years now'.. she began telling me how much she loved Iquitos and this area of the world.. that she'd been coming here for so many months a year.. this is home.
Somehow the conversation between us and the guys got into her being in Dakota.. working in a type of medicine tent that provided aid to those in the event. She was there for only a bit of time. But enough to see what she described.
There were plans circling the camp 24 hours a day, kind of low to the ground.. the noise was unbearable at times. People who had been there from the start, it affected them.. 'they are coming for us'.. a kind of psychological warfare.
When I arrived it was a serious thing. A native fro the area would greet us and tell us the rules- no alcohol, no drugs, and you need to attend the orientation.
They were absolutely no violence. Would not be tolerated.
It wasn't a true police force or military personnel, it was a militia type group hired by the oil companies.
There was one point when they were spraying rat poison from the planes onto the people protesting.
It got so bad, these companies hired a separate group to come in and finish the job. The had a kind of gun they were blasting, the bullets were metal cans. One guy came into the herbal tent his should shattered.
She said more things.
How sad the world still is, how sad it is many don't know, how sad it is we chose to forget.
This morning I woke at 5:30am. I began the day with prayers from my bed. I got up, took a shower.. a cold shower, as that is the only option unless waiting for the sun to warm to water and waited for the rest of the group to start our kambo session. The two ladies who were on the first retreat decided to go first. They sat on mats near to the bathroom with a bucket for purging.. and Victor, our jungle guide and kambo practitioner, worked with medicine on each. Two of the other girls who were sleeping in another tambo went next, one had deep purging, the other had same but also passed out for a few seconds. I saw the power of this medicine. Victor was with each of us as the medicine was working thru our bodies, spirit and mind. Victor poured cold water with a squeeze of lime on her temples.. she came to .. crawled to the bathroom and then crawled to the shower once the medicine finished its work.
Then it was my turn. I felt very calm and ready to receive healing with this medicine. Victor made three burns on my upper arm, near my shoulder. After each burn, he wiped the burnt top layer of skin off, this was necessary, as the medicine is applied to this part of skin and is able to penetrate into blood. He asked me to spit on the medicine stick, a piece of wood that held the secretion of this magical creature, kambo. We learned from him previously that while some use water to activate secretion, certain tribes use saliva. Saliva is used because it contains enzymes, upon contact with medicine it activates stronger in your body when applied as your DNA is mixed in with the medicine. He mixed the secretions and my saliva until a jelly paste substance formed. He applied this to each of the dots he made on my skin. It stung a lot. I was sitting on the floor and moved the bucket between my legs to get in a good position to purge, I could feel the medicine working in me. I started to feel disoriented. I tried to focus on my breaths and asked the spirit of kambo to heal me of my ailments, in body, mind and spirit. Then I was in a dream.. or what felt like it. I remember it being beautiful, lots of flowers, greenery and waterfall up ahead. I was walking behind, following, my dad and my grandmother. I cannot remember what happened but felt like they were taking me somewhere. I opened my eyes, most of the girls from the group and couple other people were around me, watching me. “I’m all wet,” I was drenched in water. One of the guys who came with Victor smiled and said “yes, you are, you passed out.” I told them about my vision, I felt I was gone for hours and hours.. maybe days. It was beautiful, I wanted to go back. One of the girls in my group began telling me what happened, I would later find out all the details from Victor and his friends whom he brought to the jungle. They said I was doing my breathing and they thought, at the time, I was handling the medicine like a pro. Then I began to fall back, Victors friend caught me before hitting my head (I should have been sitting with my back against the wall, but had not been). They said my eyes rolled to the back of my head and they saw the whites of my eyes, I was shaking almost seizure like.. but was told by Victor and one of the facilitators that I was moving my body like a snake, shaking in a slivery manner. They poured water over my head. I came to, then went again. I clenched my hands into a fist and they began to curl in, they had to pry them open, still pouring more water on me. As I sat there, i was amazed to hear what happened… I felt drunk. I picked up my bucket and went to the bathroom. Purge from all ends at the same time, what a feeling that was. The medicine was still on my skin, I did not want to take it off as I felt the healing, I wanted it to continue. I made my way back to the mat and put my bucket in front of me. I purged again, this time a high neon yellow color. And then again. The taste was very acidic. I knew from our talk with Victor before that this was a goal of working with kambo, to empty out the gall bladder and intestines, the bile. I gargled back some water to get the taste out of my throat and mouth. My tongue, hands, toes and lips were numb. I had frog face, my lips, muscle around my lips were super DUPER swollen. A sight to see indeed. The facilitator washed the medicine off my arm. I took a shower. Under the cool water, instant relief, the heaviness from the medicine passed.
All I could manage to eat for breakfast was a bowl of porridge and a cup of cinnamon tea.
Then it was time to head to the village. As the village I had REAL WATERMELON.. how I missed thee. I cannot remember the last time I ate watermelon with seeds inside, an abundance of seeds <3 So naturally sweet. I collected the seeds and put them in my purse. In the store, I bought two bottles of rum, to bring back as souvenirs to my brother in law and my uncle.. and two shirts for myself. We visited a sloth, Pepe. He had been rescued by a local villager, his mother eaten by hawks. He had been crying on the ground and she cared for him as he was still a baby. That was years ago and now Pepe lives with this woman. He goes into jungle every so often and returns on his own to her. He was so cuddly and sweet. We learned sloths are so slow because this kind eats a certain kind of leaf, only fresh leaves and only this leaf, cecropia. Cecropia is full of THC <3 Fun fact :-)
The sun was so hot. I feel weak and dehydrated. Over- exertion. I was looking forward to getting back to the lodge.
My hands, toes and tongue were still tingling.
Once back at the lodge, lunch was waiting for us. I had no hunger. I forced myself to eat a cucumber salad and drank lots of lime water.
I am relaxing in a hammock.
Session tonight will start soon.. and the light is dimming.. I shall write later.
Love always <3
Sharing this journey with hopes of deeper understanding and to help aid you in your own inner travels.