Leaving for Peru March 23
My friend Janet called to tell me about a spiritual trip into the jungles of Peru. As I stood there talking on the phone, Uzalada, (my gate keeper) stood in front of me jumping up and down encouraging me to go. I called Susan the Shaman in charge. Her first response was: we are fully booked this trip. What do you do? Well, I explain my abilities and my qualifications. Her response was: you’d be an asset. Yes you are welcome to join us.
We are meeting at such and such on this date. Well the meeting never took place. I now know why. Had I of known of what was in store I don’t believe I would have gone .To say the least I can be a prude. I gathered my supplies, met them at the airport and we arrive at Lima Peru. We took a 3 hour boat ride up the Amazon River to a small native community. This community delivered fresh baked buns for all our daily meals. We had to walk a mile into the jungle. That was when we discovered one of the ladies Joyce, lied about the trip. This was an omen to some of the work to be done in the future. I knew we were off to a very interesting journey as Susan the Shaman was very angry. Not a good start. They had to hire 4 men from the local village to carry Joyce in a wooden chair into the jungle and it was getting dark.
The young children, ages eight and up put our suitcases on their heads and we running thru the jungle to our destination. I ran with the children as the darkness was fast approaching and I could see a jaguar on the path beside ours following us through the jungle. Knew the children were aware but don’t know if anyone else saw it. I was going to stay with the locals so I ran to keep up with them. Whew they were nimble and fast even with the luggage on their heads. Part of our crew got lost as they were slow and they had to send locals back out to find them.
It was the 100 hectare retreat of the Shaman Don Augustine on a tributary of the Amazon on stilts with wooden walkways between the buildings, in the middle of the jungle with a watering hole for a bath. The building was made of local wood and did have a door with wooden beds and a small piece of foam for a mattress along with a net to keep bugs out. The bugs were awful and they encourage everyone to smoke to keep bugs at bay. They lit oil lamps and we were given information as to ceremonies, meals, what to wear. Washrooms were at the end of the walkway, NO DOORS and everyone uses them. No privacy. We were all in this together. The kitchen was an open air kitchen with a 5 gallon container of drinking water and it had cats claw in it to help anyone with healing.
The three people that came for major healing: Cancer, leukemia and not able to walk, were placed in individual shelters away from the main lodge so that the Shamans could also work with them separately. Oh, I knew at the end of the first day that this was going to be a very interesting trip.. Love and light
My friend Janet called to tell me about a spiritual trip into the jungles of Peru. As I stood there talking on the phone, Uzalada, (my gate keeper) stood in front of me jumping up and down encouraging me to go. I called Susan the Shaman in charge. Her first response was: we are fully booked this trip. What do you do? Well, I explain my abilities and my qualifications. Her response was: you’d be an asset. Yes you are welcome to join us.
We are meeting at such and such on this date. Well the meeting never took place. I now know why. Had I of known of what was in store I don’t believe I would have gone .To say the least I can be a prude. I gathered my supplies, met them at the airport and we arrive at Lima Peru. We took a 3 hour boat ride up the Amazon River to a small native community. This community delivered fresh baked buns for all our daily meals. We had to walk a mile into the jungle. That was when we discovered one of the ladies Joyce, lied about the trip. This was an omen to some of the work to be done in the future. I knew we were off to a very interesting journey as Susan the Shaman was very angry. Not a good start. They had to hire 4 men from the local village to carry Joyce in a wooden chair into the jungle and it was getting dark.
The young children, ages eight and up put our suitcases on their heads and we running thru the jungle to our destination. I ran with the children as the darkness was fast approaching and I could see a jaguar on the path beside ours following us through the jungle. Knew the children were aware but don’t know if anyone else saw it. I was going to stay with the locals so I ran to keep up with them. Whew they were nimble and fast even with the luggage on their heads. Part of our crew got lost as they were slow and they had to send locals back out to find them.
It was the 100 hectare retreat of the Shaman Don Augustine on a tributary of the Amazon on stilts with wooden walkways between the buildings, in the middle of the jungle with a watering hole for a bath. The building was made of local wood and did have a door with wooden beds and a small piece of foam for a mattress along with a net to keep bugs out. The bugs were awful and they encourage everyone to smoke to keep bugs at bay. They lit oil lamps and we were given information as to ceremonies, meals, what to wear. Washrooms were at the end of the walkway, NO DOORS and everyone uses them. No privacy. We were all in this together. The kitchen was an open air kitchen with a 5 gallon container of drinking water and it had cats claw in it to help anyone with healing.
The three people that came for major healing: Cancer, leukemia and not able to walk, were placed in individual shelters away from the main lodge so that the Shamans could also work with them separately. Oh, I knew at the end of the first day that this was going to be a very interesting trip.. Love and light
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