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A Shaman's Journey Revealed Through Poetry
(Author Unknown)

The Shamanic Journey



Embarking upon a shamanic journey is not for the light of heart. It is not an afternoon at a local spa where you get to feel good. It is total commitment. One does not enter the spirit world as a lark. To do so is to face unbridled wrath from those on the other side. There are several aspects to journeying. Among the more important are cleansing, meditation, vision quest, acquisition of a spirit guide, and training.



Spanish poet, Gavriel Navarro at age twenty, moved into the jungles of the Amazon and spent the next eleven years there. Living with the natives, he was gradually initiated into the magical circle of the shaman and trained. Two significant teachers from those years remain influential, Angel Cardozo and Chawarawa Piapoco. Navarro still channels Chawarawa Piapoco.  Because the Amazonia shamans are the most powerful shamans in the world, we render to them the deepest respect. 



This collection reveals the sacred journey, which intuits the experience. Here Navarro reveals life is a constant choice; that nothing is eternal, and that we are indeed alone in our journey. He teaches people will come and go in our lives, leaving us a personal solitude. The Self is all you carry on the journey. As each poem unfolds, one may glean the essence of that which is.



Gavriel Navarro and I met in a different realm??"a parallel universe??"and have travelled far so we could once again connect to deliver a vital message, and it is my extraordinary privilege to participate in the explanation of this shamanic journey. Our hope and prayer is that humanity will accept our message.



Norman W Wilson, PhD

2013





THE POEMS



A shadow vanishes / Se desvanece una sombra (count�1) 





It is a little after six in the evening,

and the jungle drowned in deep silence

contemplating the remains of shadowless light

filtering through the branches, on tiptoe,

mysteriously pinned up on my chest

while I'm saving the last few rays

stealthy, in my heart, now naked.

Gradually, a thousand silences were reborn

among shadows giving way to new forms

in the neatness of that cold clear night,

surrounded by a symphony of nocturnal beings

taking possession of this taciturn world

enrapturing my soul barely refusing

to leave aside the sadness of the day

over an illusion that is just beginning

with my bare feet on the wet ground?



The illusion contains the danger. Do not be swayed by the sweet sounds that romance the ears. Listen to the wisdom of the soul.





Son un poco mas de las seis de la tarde

y la selva se ahogo en profundo silencio

contemplando restos de luz sin sombra

col�ndose entre las ramas, de puntillas,

clavada sobre mi pecho misteriosamente

mientras voy guardando los �ltimos rayos

sigilosos, en mi coraz�n ahora desnudo.

Poco a poco, renacieron entre sombras

mil silencios dando paso a nuevas formas

en la pulcritud de aquella noche clara y fr�a,

cercado por una sinfon�a de seres nocturnos

que se adue�an de este mundo taciturno

embelesando a mi alma que apenas se resiste

dejando de un lado las tristezas del d�a

sobre una ilusi�n que apenas comienza

con mis pies desnudos sobre la tierra h�meda?











Unhurried / Sin Prisas (Count 2)



Among so many blurry memories

amidst the hustle, I have forgotten

that elusive passage through time

I always knew, and now I know nothing.



Everything that gave birth to clarity

in my mind dissolved into oblivion

while slogans were passing

by my endless colloquy, half stunned



I stayed sordid, unable to reach

everything that passed by my side

simple and clear in my quest to arrive

at I don't know where, nor I don't know when.



Today I looked into the distance as usual

with haggard eyes and hasty steps, and you

passed by my side with my fate in an envelope

while I was succumbing to the mirage of my dreams...



During the vision quest, all blurs. The past obliterates to make way for the new. In this, case the new being. Once the transformation begins, there is no turning back.







Entre tantos recuerdos borrosos

en medio de la prisa, he olvidado 

aquel esquivo pasaje en el tiempo

que siempre supe, y ahora no se nada.



Todo lo que la claridad dio a luz 

en mi mente se disolvi� al olvido

mientras que esl�ganes iban pasando

por mi coloquio sin fin, medio aturdido



Me qued� s�rdido, incapaz de alcanzar

todo aquello que pasaba a mi lado

simple y di�fano en mi af�n por llegar

a no se donde o no se cuando



Hoy mir� a lo lejos como de costumbre

con la mirada extraviada y pasos apresurado, y tu

pasaste por mi lado con mi destino en un sobre

mientras yo sucumb�a al espejismo de mi ilusi�n