Fortunately, along the way, they even make me understand the prisons of my mind. I see that meeting people along the way makes me think about all those who are not locked into concepts, but know that the mind is only in this void that frees us from our prisons.

And it’s on this path, it’s these friends who don’t let themselves be trapped by concepts, they’re the ones who make me help our mind, they help me to free myself.

This touched me so much, so much medicine, my dangerous wounds, medicine, ayuasca will make me hallucinate. The good thing is that faith and meditation are what free me the most from presence.

It transforms the sensory faculty, I understand how we lose consciousness, it transforms the body, the mind like a hallucination. I know how spiritual something can feel, but to me it feels like it comes from losing awareness of where it’s coming from.

This for me started hallucinating since I had my first coma. And it seems that I took a lot of medicine in the hospital, and even psychiatry and neurology, ayuaska, but I feel like the mind can be freed.

I loved learning that, among all the hallucinations, we should not fight with them, not follow the thought.
We must be conscious of our thinking.

I felt so happy, I was just trying to stay present, and encouraging my friends doesn’t discourage illness, injury, etc. I want to demonstrate how, on our path, we can help our minds. I even feel the beauty of our losses. For me, it’s knowing how to be present.

In those years, I came to see the beauty in the simplicity of people who don’t even want to show it.

I loved these days and André and I went to sleep with the natives of Waiampy, which is in Amapa. The Kikiwa shaman who did not take Ayuaska, because he is too sensitive to take it. And even though he doesn’t speak Portuguese much and I don’t even know how to speak his language, we still talk. I was close to indigenous people from different regions of Brazil.

It touched me to meet and talk with Benki Piyãko, about the trees and the plantation. He taught me to plant local things, not bring them from outside Brazil. We come from Ubatuba Araça, and we also plant Jussaras there.

So, writing makes me look at indigenous people, it even makes me think of the ancient teachings of Taoism and respect for nature, like even Siddhartha who stands next to the tree and becomes the Buddha and rises.

So those of us who accept hallucination and even see that there is a variety of what is real. But on my journey, the hallucinations, the illnesses, the injuries are almost a duality of what is or is not. On this path, gratitude makes me present.

With love Jules