cuentecillo antes de navidad

Julieta salió para verificar que lo que se temía era cierto: el citröen cx había entrado de lleno en la nieve. Ángel desde el coche intentaba sacarlo marcha atrás sin éxito.
- ¿Qué hacer ahora? ¿Cavar con las manos? Pensó Julieta.

La cara de Ángel lo decía todo. Y ella, por experiencia, sabía que en estos casos era mejor no decir nada. Después de varios intentos, Ángel salió del coche y dio un fuerte portazo:
- Está anocheciendo. Hay que sacarlo de aquí.

La perífrasis impersonal le sonó a Julieta a que su novio quería subirse el muerto a sus espaldas él sólo. Por cuestión de orgullo. Y ella ahora tendría que intentar de cualquier forma ayudarle a compartir el peso. Y así es como ocurrió. El pobre citröen, con sus cerca de treinta años, acabó por no arrancar más, con lo que podían olvidarse de él por el momento. Así que Julieta decidió subir a lo alto de un montículo. Ángel ni siquiera la vio desaparecer entre los pinos.

- ¿Dónde ha ido? Pensó Ángel. -¡Pero si apenas hay luz! Siempre desaparece en situaciones extremas.

Julieta volvió al rato con cara de haber encontrado el mapa del tesoro. Ángel no le dejó hablar:

- ¿Pero qué andas haciendo?. ¡Dame la linterna! ¿No ves que tengo que ver el motor?

Ya hacían varias semanas. Semanas en las que habían conseguido tener una convivencia pacífica. No levantar la voz.

- Pero es una situación extrema- Se dijo ella. E intentó explicarle la situación a Ángel, que empezaba a hurgar debajo del capó:
- He visto una luz allá arriba. He visto la casa de los Juanes. - Juan José y Juan Carlos, un par de amigos que les habían invitado a ellos, y a algún que otro familiar, a pasar la Navidad en la montaña por segundo año consecutivo.

Después de esto no hubo forma de contener lo que llevaba horas de camino amenazando con aflorar. Una de esas discusiones apasionadas en que él echa la culpa al coche de segunda mano porque ella lo compró, en que ella se defiende culpándole a él de haber elegido el camino malo, con esa nieve. Y así continúa subiendo el tono. Y a Ángel le parece ver, a su vez, otro ángel a su lado, con cara de impotente, y el demonio con su tridente del otro, pinchándole para que aumente el número de descalificativos. Y Ángel-Ángel en el fondo se siente impotente. Ya no puede parar.

Hasta que del ojo izquierdo de Julieta cae una lágrima. Momento en el que ella se da la vuelta y se echa a andar camino arriba. Minutos después, Ángel la sigue, con la linterna y una mochila a la espalda.

Y sólo pasado un buen rato la alcanza, gracias a la luna creciente, más que a la linterna. Julieta camina a toda velocidad, ya segura de saber donde se encuentran. Ángel intenta disculparse sin recordar ya qué es lo que ha dicho antes. Y el camino pedregoso va a dar a la carretera, iluminada con una triste farola. A pocos metros está la casa de los Juanes. Ángel se adelanta corriendo a Julieta y la espera en la puerta. Antes de que ella diga una palabra, levanta en su mano derecha una rama de muérdago. Y ella le va a preguntar cómo lo ha encontrado en la oscuridad, pero Ángel le planta un beso de ángel bajo la planta parásita que Julieta estudiaba cuando escribía su tesis en el sur de Suecia.

Uno de los Juanes canta villancicos en la casa, huele a castañas y asado, y el perro ladra detrás de la puerta.

toward 2012 - teacher plants

yawanawá

This an almost telegraphic post. I am in Tarauacá, an amazonian town in Acre. It´s a cozy river-town, full of nice stuff. A nice fish market, a small river-beach, palafittes in the shores, misterious indian girls and very hot guys. I feel this is a place I could live in. And it has all the attraction for me of the big rainforests. We are going to an aldeia tomorrow. It´s the place of my friend Tashka and his family. An indian village that is 8 hours away from here by boat. Some hollywood people have been here recently, and the tribe that recieves us is celebrating the Yawá festival, a big cultural party. With a step in the rainforest, I say to all see you soon. Enjoy the plant realm.

nature loves courage

fuck for forest & healers of the earth

This is my Blog Action Day post.

I got a call from Sergio Prado, who directs Curadores da Terra. This NGO based in São Paulo is developing several amazing projects including one that turns rubbish into building materials. He told me the problem of our civilisation is we use raw materials from nature and generate waste that we never use. So each citizen od the world generates two kilos per day of garbage.

This translates into a sea of plastic in the Indic Ocean, in pollution, buildings made of toxic materials. Like concrete, produced in monstruous amounts out of dragging the Amazon River basin, a material universally used for construction, which also raises the global temperature of the planet.

Sergio is one of those people dedicated to heal our planet. We are the Rainbow Warriors and this is our mission. Or at least part of our mission. Sometimes it's more effective to try show our neighbours the way to heal themselves.

Sergio told me they are working with the Santo Dayme church to produce their sustainable technologies. And I was stunned after realising what a syncrhonicity this was: just yesterday I was visiting the Santo Dayme community here, 10 km from Rio Branco. This made me think of "Sharing the Vine", a project I am preparing to spread the word of the entheogens as a remedy and a link to nature. Sharing the Vine = Sharing the Divine.


Another initiative I find interesting is Fuck For Forest (FFF) films. It's a porn website that donates money to preserve the forests. The picture is from a rock band tour they joined (doesn't it look like a 3some?).
They are interesting to me cause I believe sex is something sacred, and forests are too. Actually, I have had sex in the forest with most of my lovers. Also, forest and sex can be healing. And whatever they say, climate change comes mainly from deforestation. Now I have to go. I have a porno film script to write...

acre

Brazilians can sleep on a bed made of nails and wake up looking like buds of may. That's why I wasn't surprised when I saw the radiant smiles in the faces of the aged women when they stood up after 6 hours of a flight that was going to take us to Acre, and instead of that landed in Manaus because the airport of Rio Branco was closed due to a windstorm.

I met three peruvian women in the plane who live in Cruzeiro do Sul. The eldest of them told me she was glad to finally find someone civilised. I agreed. Peruvians are very civilised compared to Brazilians, who are, most of them, bad mannered. Like the woman who was sitting by me, who, after the plane landed in Rio Branco, took her huge purse and, with her 6', crossed the whole aeroplane corridor running like a querterback, hitting everybody with her elbows just just to find the way out of the plane before anyone else did -and she was sitting in the second to last chair. The funniest thing is they opened the rear door of the plane, making her look like the fool she probably is.

Once in the airport, when I was trying to get the number of a very handsome passenger, Feliciano appeared. He is a friend of a friend who lives in Brasilia and he has a house inside the Santo Dayme community: Fazenda 5000. He was very nice to pick me up, but the handsome guy disappeared.

After a breakfast with his family, he took me to the place, all after asking for money for fuel, food, etc., which made me realize our relationship couldn't last too long.

Fazenda 5000 is a beautiful place. A land, they told me, that used to be pasture and was degradated, so the followers of Mestre Irineu turned it into a community surrounded by forest where they basically plant the ayahuasca vine and tree: Mariri and Chacrona -unfortunately I didn't see them planting much food for themselves. Their economy seems to be based in producing ayahuasca and selling it. The litter is 100 reais. Also, they live from the donations of the church. I have to say I believe Santo Dayme is very interesting because they were the ones who first, decades ago, made ayahuasca popular. And, indeed, they are very popular. Their food in the house is based on meat, rice and beans, mostly like in any other house of Brazil. After eating, I was so exhausted I didn't even think of drinking ayahuasca, which they were cooking in big pans on a stove made of flat iron bars. I went directly to the hammock and slept for the rest of the day. Finally we went back to Rio Branco and I managed to reserve a room in a hotel. I cut with the dynamics of being asked for money. At least for now. Another thing I don't like about many Brazilians is the fact that they think us, Europeans, are a endless source of euros. I tried to explain the European crisis scenario to this people without much success.

The morning after I recieved a call...

quantum touch

QUANTUM TOUCH or...

How to Plant a Seed to imbue it with information about your body, mind and spirit:

Put the seed under your tongue for 9 minutes
Hold the seed between the palms of your hands for 1/2 minute
Present the seed to the Sun and Celestial energies
Breathe on it
Plant it in the earth where you were standing in your bare feet (information about your toxins through the sweat of your feet)
Do not water the seed for 3 days (it needs to steep in your information) Wash your feet without soap and water your seed with this water.

The Ringing Cedars book 1
Anastasia