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Mamma brought from her time in the jungle two gifts for the child, for his brother and his sister, three small wooden Amazonian banks, very much like the ones maloka elders sit upon and share word of life, the second gift, I kept to myself and the jungle from where it came. Then amazement became known to the child in a whole new dimension. What is this bank, who carved it, who painted it, what do the grafisms mean, do they convey any meaning?

The child sat on the wooden bank for hours unending, meditated, painted, wrote his first short story on it “welcome, are you hungry, please come on in, there is some hot cocoa and some bread and some cheese, it is warm in here. And the child learnt to sacralize and share, still envy wanted to keep at it and bring on another battle, the battle for trust, giving in such an inharmonious setting was an invitation to steal ones might and thunder, well a corollary, those who share their bounty get some, those who don´t are not welcome.

Amazement, one can share and find trust worthy people with whom to share, where would they be over the face of this earth, the first ones, mom and dad, my grandpas and my grandmas, my brother and my sister, then along the way, some more have been known and are joyfully remembered, the others lost to memory their faces and their deeds, forgiven by time and time alone, the river will wash away their faces, amazement for the child, he stood up for himself.

Amazement, the friend of awe, the ability to stand on top of structural mazes, and walk like Tom Sawyer and not fall down through the crevasses of the mind, the adult mind; a=non maze=complicated structures ment=grand, non-grand structures to be able to meet awe, a sunrise is new every day a sundown is old every day.

Amongst animals one can learn about amazement, felines for example, they play with a thread for a week or two, then leave it behind, and then a week or two later, they discover the thread again, as if nothing.

It is a very fine mood to know and train for it, with contentment, along with amazement and some savvy states of awareness, trained along life’s path, remembered through spiritual work, labor, joy, prayer, fasting and specially, love and respect of higher self, higher purpose.

As child’s living in the city, one day, some friends and myself, in Medellin, we embarked in and adventure, seven of us went walking bare footed into the belly of the beast, we traversed the neighborhood through the gutter, wow, what an ecstatic experience. All the odors from all the neighborhood, the feces, the urine and all the diverse animals that resided under the houses and under the streets.

Barefooted, how silly of us, now they sell soap on tv that makes a shield against all kind of bacteria, We the children of the streets, back then, we festered amongst this bacteria, awe and amazement, we started our long journey into the dark belly of the underneath your toilet, if only you had seen what we saw, rats navigating on excrement.

Governing smell was easy at first, smell deep, don’t fight the smell… by myself I was already studying the qualities of odors, and had asked myself upon vomiting over the smell of a deeply mature camembert back in Bakata, who had taught me that here was such a thing a bad odors? Who the heck felt in its high grace to bring such a filthy notion to a child?

When in the gutter, this was my train of thought and in this manner the child could walk the path, still there was a surprise almost at the end, we walked for what it seemed like an eternity, the tunnel kept becoming longer and there was no light on sight, we did have a couple lanterns, so we could admire the spectacle of when people flushed their toilets and the gutter was nurtured with pee from pipelines feeding the gutter, shit, cockroaches of many sizes gazed back at us, and the rats as well, not so big as the city rats of today.

Just when we were at the later third of the tunnel, I felt despair, wow, what a deep emotion, it took the child by surprise and the odors overloaded and puke became available, stand firm, vomit, breathe in, breath out, an instant of ecstatic fear, and a question, where is the end of the gutter – all darkness sourrounding-? The answer, hope, from a friend, “keep it up Sergio, we are almost there” the friend, the real kid from the streets, and the child thought “has he been in here before” wow, street wise admiration, vomited some more, muster some strength, resiliency became stronger, and we kept on walking for a hundred yards or so, left turn of the gutter, the midday light of San Javier, Comuna 13, Medellin, my home town, my home turf.

Now we know how a child knew a maze and transcend it through, hope, amazement and awe of its surroundings and real child friendship. And the grown up understands the child’s affair with mazes, puzzles and getting to know his own mind on his own terms.

Know the self can laugh a bit about the learnings and some phrases of some friends resound in laughter, one yagecero friend told me at the beginning, that every yagecero should revolt in it own excrements to know himself fully, well Taita, this are my deepest excrements, this experience for life, all the urine, the human shit, the transformation of noble nature into filthy rats and cockroaches, as people see them, all of this bathed my child’s feet, so my senses, developed by now, feel humanity from the gutter up, no illusions, no lies, I walked your shit, kid your selves not envious ones.



State of being, of grace one reaches where everything is just in place, in balance and harmony, hot is good, warm is good, cold is good, no need to complain about the state of affairs of life. It don’t mean you relinquish your dreams of betterment of the self, it don’t mean you vanish the state of affairs of global reality, it means everything is as it should be right now and you are who you are, no matter what happens right now. It is not a state of complacency, whatever there is that can be changed will be changed just in time, and the changes beyond your reach are walked through spirituality and the strength of character it brings and sustain it provides, because those are changes on a grander scale, ex g; war Can you end war today? If your answer is yes, please do enlighten us all, we do need the answer. Can you walk a life of peace? Yes indeed, contentment is one of the roots of walking a life at peace, mainly, with yourself, the longer you walk in contentment, the deeper your inner peace belongs to you and the wider the resonance of it.


To walk a life in contentment brings forth enduring joy, if one has a car, but today needs to walk, one can do it in contentment of being able to walk, if one needs to ride a bike instead of taking the car out, then one rides it in contentment of being able to ride, and additionally gains the chance of obtaining different views of life in movement, on the one hand, how to look at life through the wind shield, how to gaze whilst walking, and the view from a bike ride, different states of attention, diversity in gazing at life. Children before being spoiled by our own spoiled unattended adults, mostly walk life in enduring contentment, before they trade their joy for some trinquet adults use to distract themselves from being fully present to sharing some quality time with children.


A seed in its core self knows if it is a tree, maize, tobacco, a rose, and inhabits in the stillness of contentment, and in it the path to become manifest from within, the tree forest, the maize field, and the rose garden. The weight of earth on top is the tranquil space where it is fed and nurtured so it can grow to become it’s best self, where it can share what it brought from the invisible to the visible; to share, provide, become, none can become a tree for a tree, the pattern of life is deeply rooted and woven in spirit, not the spirit of complicated formulas, gnostic or agnostic, those are notions, not spirit in itself.


Spirit is contentment, too much talk today about spirituality, and every nation, every creed, every culture brings a clue into the fore of human experience about it, and still people strive to grasp from wordings that come from outside sources, that invite you to learn and at the same time tell you they have a key that belongs only to them, maybe your grandchildren will be admirable enough to become worthy of such a key, and if only you recognized that you already have the key within you, you would not strive to become the other and you would walk in contentment of sharing with others the beauty of life, isn’t that a wonderful enough gift in this life? to be able to gaze at the diversity of life’s experiences, sounds, colors, odors, tastes, why the need to colonize oneself with the knowledge of others, better still enrich all of us with all of our experience’s.


For a long time I dreamt of planting my own food, my own garden, and at last here are the growing crops, the time to share with others the crops will come in due time, those who shared will receive a share, those who supported the plowing will receive their share, the animals, spirit, the water, the fire, the earth, the people.


Being able to learn from mother earth, it might not be an answer for all, it is for one like me, that lives a life of gratefulness towards creation, it brings and deepens contentment and commitment, was I content back in the capital? Yes, and in the same time-space-self I was longing to be able to plow the earth, plant the seeds, nurture them and gaze at their growth, now here is my home, contented with it.


Still enjoy the gift Love has bestowed upon humanity, writing, drawing, painting, cooking, dancing, singing, walking in nature, having family over, my alone time, my accompanied time, gazing at the birds, trees, sky, stars, grass, earth, lighting a fire, bathing, listening to wind, thunder, rain, silence, music.


It took most of this year to open this archive, to which there was all already a title engraved, know, here, enjoying being able to share these findings about contentment and how it has healed a heart, a mind, a soul, a silence, and how spiritual the setting of today’s sun seems to a gaze, how deep and sweet the icaro’s listened to, while these reflection and writing resound through the white of paper.

Just now to the bathroom and while sitting there a recollection of memory from child hood, contentment was here all along before, there was no one a word to enclose this state of wellbeing, nothing bothered self; back then, and then self; met bother, what a tough teacher, wow by the way bother, thanks, self was not broken, it did not need any mending, now self knows… Self was a child, contented with its surroundings, with its dreams, with life, when you appeared bother then self; met strive, thanks strive what a self-indulging provocateur have you been, thanks again to both of you self-indulging sensations of loss, may you part in peace and never come back again, please, do leave children alone and bring harm to none sentient being, go to your resting place, you are already well fed, you are already recognized by what you are.

Contentment presented self with one of its eldest and loyalest friends, resiliency, and hello resiliency, both of you armored self so it could cross through bother and strive, especially you armored selves’ heart with love.

Now as a grown up, self can tell others that as a child it had a secret friend, now he is no longer secret, when self; learned to read more than stories for children and started learning the stories of adults and the adult world, a voice, a friend, a whisper, parted from self so one could learn the ways of live, with one phrase as it hid and stood always by one selves life “Sergio, follow your heart”, it parted from view, it did not want for adult’s to know that self knew it, that is why he is the keeper of secrets, love.

Envy was the mother-father of strive and bother, a sharing, strong tempered, student of life was amidst friendly and non-so friendly entities, teachers all of them, some human in clothing, other; trees, birds, water streams, snakes, worms, frogs, and then in wonder he’s strongest and most defying enemy-friend; envy, not a name yet, presented with a battle for all the ages of a human to learn from, as usual the boy-man gazed at the eyes of the confrontation to come.

Hurt was known to the child, battle and a struggle became known to self, effects of ignorance and lack of self-restraint, I’ll mannered brought up children, and still the manners instilled at home where stronger with some over spilling from the ill-mannered world we were brought up amongst.

Candor, sustain for resiliency made quite a bonfire all around, all the child did really see in others, was others like him, took the punches and then gave some himself, pulled some girls braids, played some hide and seek, and robed some girls kisses, and was robed some kisses by some girls, wow, amazement was available to the child, feminity, wow again, they do look beautiful in their school skirts, inhibriation? What said the child? that is women to me, from self to me, I’m gonna get me some of that. They do smell good, I must bathe to smell good to them as well. And then envy lost the battle from the start. Contentment stood up in resiliency.

Hello Tom Sawyer, hello Huckleberry Finn, what’s up Grandpa Twain, rivers, jungles, pirates, caves, Mississippi girls, let’s walk some fences with a butterfly on the nose and then dive and pick up a shamrock and give it to freckles, in an astounding pirouette, followed by the amazed gaze of her.

This short story, part of a shorter story, called humanity, imbued with the longer story of life, is about the title given to this excerpt of experience. The remainder is still being written as you read.

Leaders and Charisma


Charisma is not enough, underneath a true leader needs it’s core values well established, compassion, comradeship, humanness, wisdom, the well-being of all on the horizon and above winning, learning and growing should be the aspiration  of a leader for its people, team, project, etc.

A leader of today should delve into the cultures and traditions of native communities around the world, learn from elders and then share with its peoples. Aspire to the betterment of humanity and not just for a corporate ladder.

Charisma is very good for times of rowing, but if it is a posture it will fade on the face of adversity, so to solely rely on it is the wrong path and the wrong answer, the strength of a leader is the strength of it community of peers.

Sometime charismatic people are deaf to outside views different from that of his own interested world view, there is too much talk about how global we are now a days, but in fact we are on the path of being to homogenized for our own good, diversity is strength, even in genetics it is so, and charismatic leaders tend to homogenize groups, which is unhealthy, a close system is a dead system, like a body of water that has no exchange route with fresh water.

So charisma in presentations, well it works, for the long run, maybe when we are about to get to the mountain top, and the, rely on basic humanness.



Buenos días Colombia, buenos días al circulo de las medicinas, hoy es viernes, ya esta aquí el fin de semana con sus ceremonias de los viernes, en equivalencia con el mundo hebreo, celebraciones del Shabbat, sagradas, encuentros con el espíritu de Dios, en unidad y agradecimiento por contar con esta vida que se nos ha entregado para cuidarla, honrarla, respetarla, administrarla y hacer el bien con ella.

Gracias a las medicinas, comenzando por el aire, el agua, el fuego y la tierra, sin las cuales las demás medicinas no existirían; gracias por su amor, por su entrega, por su equilibrio, por su generosidad, ya que se dan indistinto de raza, economía, agrupamientos y creencias a toda la humanidad.

Shabbat Shalom para las gentes de medicina, todas ellas. Se acerca el solsticio de verano, para algunos una fecha importante, para otros nada más que un fenómeno natural. Para quienes consideramos la vida misma como el milagro una nueva manifestación de que se nos ha perdonado la vida para caminar un nuevo ciclo bajo la guía de todo lo superior en uno mismo.

Es hoy 19 de junio del 2015, muchos nombres para este día en muchas culturas, sin embargo un solo día hay como el de hoy, irrepetible, único… una oportunidad para renovar el poema de vida que de tanto en tanto se renueva, hermosa la mañana que te vi nacer Taita Inty, hoy, doy testimonio de este celeste cielo azul como un mar sobre el cual navegas como el Regente del Universo que tu eres, gracias a ti revientan las semillas, gracias a ti la madre naturaleza procrea la vida.

Como tu Taita Inty nos enseñas a simple vista, tu eres uno más entre muchos soles, ¡algunos más grandes que tu! y sin embargo ninguno como tu, el único y verdadero Taita Inty, no te le acomplejas a ningún otro sol, no te la mueves ni un ápice a ningún otro gigante y nadie te mueve de tu lugar, y no dejas de ser tu en ningún distante confín de la creación… eres nuestro abuelo y así tu nos enseñas a ser cada uno de nosotros comunidad en la individualidad, muchos soles, cada uno único y como tu ninguno.

Aho Mitakuye Oyasin10269458_641638349253454_8712038664021252476_n