Gabriela Moscoso
Jun 27, 2025
From Ayahuasca to Prison: A Journey of Healing & Freedom
It all began with a deep and sincere desire to seek freedom, which led me to my first experience with ancient Amazonian technology. During the spring equinox of 2018, I had my first encounter with the sacred plant Ayahuasca in my native country, magical Mexico, Teotihuacan, "The Land of Obsidian."
At that time, after spending three years traveling around Mexico visiting places with the highest production of tropical fruits, including coffee, I lived in a very small town in the state of Colima, a fertile land rich in minerals due to the volcanic processes in the area. Food production in this state is lower than in other parts of Mexico due to its small size. Similarly, the number of producers is also limited, and they are closely connected to each other, which allowed me to build a solid network of contacts in the area.
In conjunction with my hopes for a better life, I was suffering from deep depression triggered by the disappointment and breakup months earlier of my romantic partner, with whom I had begun to travel through the Mexican countryside in 2015 on a very inspiring and powerful project for social freedom. This project prompted me to embark on a journey of personal liberation, mainly to renounce the "rat race," as well as the banalities, chains, and family structures of a deceptive system that had abused me in many ways.
In addition to being depressed, living in Airbnbs/hotels, continuing to make connections with people in the countryside, and seeking to fulfill a mango supply contract for a Mexican cooperative company dedicated to juice production, I was determined to find fair trade alternatives for rural producers and open up other markets.
At that time, opportunities and alliances arose to look at opening markets in the United States, an attractively consumerist neighboring country that in no way caught my attention. I never intended to look north.
Then, the opportunity arose to attend Halal certification courses at the Arab Chamber of Commerce, where I began to learn about the guidelines and forms of trade between Mexico and Arab countries. This is where a network of women who have been important bridges in my journey began.
During those visits to Mexico City, I met a strong businesswoman from the countryside who, together with her husband, owned a successful avocado packing company in Michoacán and had experience marketing to the United States and Europe. She was looking to transition to Arab countries. She was very friendly and prepared, as well as visionary in her field. She was not afraid of cultural differences and did not speak English.
Sharing our visions and intentions, she thought it important to introduce me to the woman who had brought her to Europe to open up that market. A Dutch woman married to a Mexican, living half the time in Michoacán with a successful track record in developing cooperative projects for tropical fruits, especially from Michoacán, and with many success stories in partnerships and contracts between Mexican producers and European importers, as well as providing consulting services in logistics, certifications, and other specialized services.
A true success story. I loved what she did.
Despite the deep depression I was carrying, I accepted her invitation to collaborate in the trade missions her organization carried out two or three times a year, taking producers to business meetings with companies interested in the Netherlands, agri-food fairs and exhibitions in Germany and Spain, and visits to institutions ranging from embassies to chambers of commerce.
I began by extending the invitation to my network of producers in Mexico: mango, avocado, papaya, pineapple, berries, strawberries, blackberries, rambutan, coconut, lemon, soursop... Some with the purchasing power and vision accepted because of the trust they placed in me; it was an opportunity to get to know the international market abroad directly and without intermediaries.
Their trust was the most valuable reward I received; they had special faith in me and knew that I would bring them good opportunities and experiences. I didn't have a registered company or a website, but I did have something else: I took the time to walk among their crops, thinking about how I could help and bring the farmers closer to better opportunities for life and freedom. Deep down, I wanted the same thing for them that I wanted for myself. All I had was my heart and my good intentions.
The calling
On a trip to Mexico City, arriving at the bus station, I heard some white foreigners talking about "Ayahuasca," the only word I understood. I thought, "What is Ayahuasca?" Yagé is the name of Ayahuasca (internationally recognized name) in the Colombian jungle.
During the taxi ride, I found a description online that summarized it as "medicine for the soul" that cured mental, emotional, and physical illnesses, a medicine that connects with the soul for spiritual rebirth and a path to self-knowledge. "This is it!" Everything interested me, and I clicked immediately, especially the emotional aspect, due to a breakup months earlier that had left me in crisis, added to a family estrangement due to a problem that had erupted years ago.
There was an inner need for profound transformation.
Now that I think about it a little more, I understand that it is an experience that is different for everyone.
Date of the event: the next day! I contacted the woman who facilitates the experience, who is not indigenous. She asked me some questions and made recommendations, including the need for a diet free of meat, dairy, alcohol, and sex. I don't drink alcohol, but just the day before I traveled, I had a couple of mezcals and ate meat. She recommended that I drink water with lemon and baking soda until the ceremony to detoxify myself, and I followed her instructions.
The desire to deepen, heal, and grow internally was essential, so I heeded the strong non-human call, listened to my inner voice, my intuition that sometimes wants to be overshadowed by constructs foreign to me. I realized this and immediately made the decision. I knew in a non-rational way that this was the door to the life transformation I had so desired and waited for with all my heart. So I reserved my spot with all my faith and trust. "In what?" I don't know, it wasn't clear, but I had faith and trust, and I followed that genuine feeling.
The place where the Ayahuasca ceremony would be shared: Teotihuacan. And the meeting place was at the same bus station where I heard the word.
The next day, without looking for or seeking more information, I attended the ceremony.
I went lightly and without expectations, very willing, respectful, and open to listening to life in this way. I brought flowers and seeds that the organizer had asked for as an offering.
An exercise in receptivity.
Next to me was a man named Gabriel, and I thought, "There is a messenger next to me!" Indeed, during his trance, he spoke an ancient language, perhaps Sanskrit or an indigenous language; he was giving a powerful message that I understood in another way of receptivity. For me, it was clear: a message from beings from other dimensions much more advanced than us humans, a call for attention and a reminder to act with love, coherence, and awareness, first towards ourselves deeply and then towards others in the unity that we are, that this was essential to strengthen the times of transition in which we find ourselves.
Those of us who were there listened attentively and respectfully; no one spoke, but we all communicated, as if this technology called Yagé made us aware and sensitive to the connection we have with each other as point-to-point connections where the server is the vital energy. It was a powerful message with a very particular force. The organizer began to get upset and aggressive with him, trying to silence his voice.
I sensed at different moments that this woman was not prepared to lead ceremonies. For example, before starting the ceremony, she made an offering of flowers and seeds on a blanket, mentioning that it was for the earth for providing us with medicinal plants. However, just before starting, she threw them into the fire. Without knowing, I felt that this was not right.
Another moment was at the end of the ceremony, when she shared bufo alvarius (a medicine that is smoked and has an effect lasting a few minutes) with some people; she gave it to them to smoke and then left without accompanying them. Later I learned that she had never traveled to the jungle, the home of the medicine. Gabriel later told me that he often has these kinds of connections with ayahuasca, but that he remembers absolutely nothing of the messages.
In my visions, enormous people in indigenous attire emerged from the earth with imposing strength and large feathered headdresses. They were the guardians of Teotihuacan, and I felt very powerful energies.
The purge.
One of the reasons I attended was to remove the thorn from my heart after a breakup; I thought that was my main pain at the time. However, it did not happen as I thought it would. The medicine knows primarily where to work; it has its own consciousness and knows much more than we do about healing.
The process of "purging" (which has many synonyms) is also called relief, an "entheogenic relief," derived from the Greek éntheos: having a God within, as it helps to deeply rest the soul, mind, body, and spirit through medicinal plants. It knows where to go and seeks out the origins of conscious or unconscious illnesses; layer by layer, it scans all the bodies.
We were each given a bucket to vomit in; the organizer had rented a space where vomiting was controlled.My body was preparing to relieve itself; I got up, ignoring the bucket, and went to the other side of the garden. The purge began; I felt my mind interacting with the illness that was being relieved; I literally expelled abuse, power, and vices from years ago, whether directly mine or not, but that understanding was deepening.
I had great mental clarity while vomiting, and I knew that this was the medicine that would accompany me in healing and cleaning the corners that even deep meditation could not detect. In that moment of mental clarity, I asked the spirit of the plant to take me to people who knew how to use this medicine properly. I felt the plant enter a very intimate place, touching my vital energy, my mind, my spirit, feeling that it requires great care and complete trust to be able to open up and do deep work.
I asked with strength and respect that it take me to people who could teach me and help me heal, people who work with seriousness and respect.
Without knowing it, I felt that this was a practice that had to do with energies and that I had to protect myself from the misuse of energies called witchcraft or sorcery.
After that first encounter with the plant, I didn't feel anxious to seek out a similar experience; for that reason, similar situations didn't present themselves. However, I was clear that I wanted to reconnect with Ayahuasca. It was because of that strong and clear connection that, when I was invited to participate in a women's conference in Colombia, I accepted without hesitation.
How did I get to Colombia?
After that first encounter with the sacred medicine, I returned to my projects in the countryside and the two trade missions to Europe that were already scheduled.
During the trade mission in February 2019, on the very day we had a visit to the Mexican embassy in the Netherlands, I overslept... I woke up late and was unable to accompany the group.
My roommate and coworker, seeing that it was getting late and I wasn't waking up, didn't tell me. Over time, I became immensely grateful for that action, as that delay was the door to continue walking toward the sacred medicine of Yagé, as I describe below.
The kind Dutch lady, after reminding me that we were not in Mexico and that punctuality is very important in Europe, recommended that I accompany her Mexican friend who had left Mexico with the group (whom I had not seen during the entire trip) and who was doing other errands for another project, a conference for Latin American women scheduled for May in The Hague, Netherlands.
Later, I met up with her and, while accompanying her to her meetings, she told me about her project and its objectives. This was the second international conference, and I thought it was wonderful
that the conferences were aimed at women entrepreneurs seeking empowerment to achieve their goals, forming support networks among women businesswomen, drawing inspiration from their experiences, some of which were very difficult, and from there, taking flight.
A conference, a meeting where they presented their ventures and projects and formed alliances; some found, perhaps, the investment they needed to continue or get started. Stories were being told about what it is like to be a Latina living in Europe, adapting, starting a business in hostile and new environments without giving up.
In addition to failing to accompany the group to the embassy, it was a very inspiring day, and I once again felt women seeking liberation, in this case, economic freedom. She, the director of these events, invited me to participate in the management and organization of the "Third International Congress on Women and Power." I was not yet sure which country it would be in, but I did know that it would be in Peru or Colombia by the end of the year. I felt an impressive force, accepted, and the first thing I thought was, "Ayahuasca, here I come."
On my return from Europe with the soursop producers from the state of Nayarit who attended the trade mission, it was agreed to accompany them in the certification processes and requirements necessary to close commercial contracts with the contacts made at the business tables in the Netherlands.
At the same time, the most influential producer leader in the state of Nayarit organized and convened a conference for producers, where the central theme was the opening of markets in Europe and the requirements to be met. Many producers attended, not only tropical fruit producers, but also people from other states who did not work directly on the land and intermediate marketers interested in learning about these forms of trade.
Serious producers with good intentions appeared, interested in preparing to travel to Europe to showcase their products; others wanted me to represent them in other countries, and predators with bad intentions also appeared when they saw a woman traveling with ease and confidence. I think that could have been it: I already had eyes on me, and what we later called "psychic attacks" increased as I continued to travel internationally.
Months later, I received a call from the conference director to let me know that she had prepared a week-long itinerary for institutional visits, government offices, the consulate, the embassy, women entrepreneurs, and other activities to organize the women's conference in October. The location: Bogotá, Colombia. Our beautiful sister country, unfortunately linked to Mexico by insecurity and drug trafficking. This situation is not entirely accurate; there are deeper issues that have been little explored.
I had experience in creating networks between farmers, businesspeople, and institutions, and through these networks, I had the opportunity to travel throughout Mexico connecting with producers of various products, resources, and tools. This opened the way for me to go to Europe and begin this journey that I am about to tell you about in Colombia, and how it would be my destiny and mission in life to arrive here in this way.
Unity
It is said that the eagle represents the north of South America and the condor the south, and that the love between them gives birth to the quetzal, symbol of the union between the mind and the heart. The prophecy of the eagle and the condor conveys the hope of a future of reconciliation and balance between the indigenous cultures of the continent and Western culture: a call to integrate reason with the heart, science with spirituality.
I feel that this moment of reunification is happening now, as both forces fly together again, marking the beginning of a new era of consciousness and balance. Without idealizing, today we are witnessing profound movements in search of this balance between two worlds, which inevitably generates visible and palpable tensions, contradictions, and challenges.
More and more people from Western culture—a complex, dynamic culture influenced by technological development, rationalism, and global domination—are embarking on paths toward inner healing. In this process, they seek to reconnect with the heart, with the essential, trying to strip away the ego, unlearn individualistic and materialistic beliefs, and open themselves to more integrated ways of life.
This approach leads them to indigenous peoples, also known as original cultures, who, despite centuries of colonization and external pressure, have managed to keep their languages, customs, and worldviews alive, sustaining an ancestral relationship with their territories. The great challenge today is to find a true balance between both worldviews, without falling into the appropriation or distortion of ancestral values and practices by the West.
The voices that are driving a conscious transformation of customs to respond to the needs of the present face this complex tension: moving forward without losing respect.
The Amazon rainforest, in addition to being the world's main lung and playing a fundamental role in regulating the global climate, is a living pharmacy that indigenous peoples, as part of their cultural heritage, have guarded for millennia, as its resources are one of the most coveted treasures in the world.
Among these resources is the sacred medicine of Yagé, known internationally as Ayahuasca, which is a decoction of two plants: Banisteriopsis caapi, a vine similar to DNA similary in shape, and Psychotria viridis, known as chacruna, or Diplopterys cabrerana, known as chagropanga.
In May 2019, days before traveling to organize the women's event, I realized that on Facebook (a network where I was not very active) I had contacts from Colombia, and among them I saw the profile photo of my dear friend Angélica, who inspired confidence in me. I wrote to her about my trip to Colombia and that I was interested in learning more about the culture and medicines.
She, much less active than me on Facebook, took several days to respond, agreeing to meet at a café called Tesla, near the university where she teaches.
I had one day left at the hotel where I was staying, and we had already finished the agenda for organizing the women's event that would take place in October. Angélica and I looked at each other from the soul. She offered me to stay at her apartment, and I ended up staying for five months.
I have always believed that Angélica is the angel in human form who opened doors for me in many ways.
A few days after arriving at her apartment, she invited me to a Yagé ceremony with a group of women called "Cuidanderas," a name they came up with themselves years later, which means "to care for ourselves in order to care for others and to heal ourselves in order to help others heal."
With them, I took medicine regularly every weekend at a farm located on the outskirts of Tunja, Boyacá. Once again, I found myself surrounded by women in search of freedom;this time, spiritual freedom. Everything seemed to be in perfect harmony. I felt the divine hand guiding me along the right path.
The ceremonies were led by Maima Zulma, a medicine woman who, being of mixed race, worked with indigenous communities. She shared the yagé that she planted, harvested, cooked, and served with her partner, Taita Bernardo Chindoy, a traditional healer from the Kamentsa Biya ethnic group of the upper Putumayo region.
I felt Zulma's love and dedication, her strength, patience, order, and consistency, which filled me with motivation to explore deeply. Her loving guidance, the welcome and companionship of this intimate healing group, has been so beautiful and powerful that we continue to accompany each other in our processes, learning to take care of ourselves in order to take care of others.
We have been weaving a family that, over time, we have nourished with love, respect, and joy for one another, and the experiences we have had over the years have strengthened and nourished our bonds. With them, I have deeply understood that sisterhood and friendship are gifts, blessings that not everyone has the opportunity to experience or preserve. Our family is of the soul, it is medicine, freedom of freedoms, transformation, it is Yagé.
After a few weeks taking medicine with the group of “cuidanderas”, I decided to go to the jungle to meet Taita Bernardo and the medicine he administers, the cook of this wonderful plant and traditional doctor with a lineage in the knowledge of this science.
Angélica took a few days off and accompanied me to the jungle, where Taita Bernardo's son welcomed us with jokes because we arrived covered in mud up to our noses, especially Angélica.
As we walked through the jungle toward Taita's farm, I felt like I was entering another dimension. I felt the beauty of nature, and my attention was drawn to a bird whose sound, to me, is like a bubble. They call it a "mochilero."
During the ceremony, where it was just Angélica, Taita, and me, I felt an inexplicable light, an energy that the concepts built in my mind could not express.
I listened to the songs, bells, and harmonica played by Taita during the ceremony. It was a beautiful and profound experience, in connection with life, with the essential. I didn't want to leave there; it was a fulfillment I had never felt before, Mother Earth communicating her love and service for us, her children. I felt freedom, a freedom unlike any concept I had ever known. I felt the force of nature. My desire was confirmed: I did not want to separate from the group, I wanted to merge with the medicine, bury myself, and become a plant. I wanted to delve deeper into this.
On our return to Bogotá, I continued with the routine of attending Yagé sessions every weekend, while on the other days I made connections for the women's conference in October. Alliances were formed with the National University of Colombia as the venue for the conference in one of its auditoriums, with the organization Cultura Nómade as an ally to direct the art and culture arm of the conference, and television media to publicize the event.
Everything was going well, from the perspective of the event, the medicine, and the formation of deep bonds.
When the day of the event arrived in October, women speakers began to arrive from Argentina, Venezuela, Mexico, and a few other places. The cultural organization arrived with their presentations, which motivated me greatly because of the rich cultural content they would showcase about their countries, which would be alternated between conferences. An exhibition of independent products and brands from Colombia was also set up.
As the congress progressed, I noticed that the tone of the speeches was rooted in neoliberal practices. They were speeches in which women are driven by the ideals of female empowerment and entrepreneurship, promoting practices of self-demand and self-optimization as if they were companies and were obliged to be successful in order not to fail. A feminism channeled into competition and masculinization.
And yet, despite my different feelings about female empowerment, I felt immense gratitude toward the woman who had invited me. I recognized how everything had fallen into place so that this moment would finally lead me to meet my Yagé family and teachers.
An intention sown since that first experience in Mexico. I continued to feel a non-human architecture guiding my steps, as if something much greater was at work.
During those weekend medicine ceremonies, I went deeper and deeper; I was in the land of Yagé feeling the love of my father, whom I had not seen in 15 years, and a strong need to reconnect with him. In some visions, I saw him smiling, inviting me to come closer.
The reunion
Upon my return to Mexico in November, the first thing I did was look for my father, and the paths were wide open; I found him very easily. My father, a teacher and sensitive graphic artist, welcomed me with open arms, with much love and gratitude for the deep inner work I had been doing that brought me closer to him. During that beautiful reunion, I noticed that he had a large lump in his stomach that didn't seem normal. We didn't know at the time that it was a cancerous tumor.
It's worth mentioning that my dad and I never separated again.
Weeks later, Zulma and Taita Bernardo traveled to Mexico on a tour of different states to share Yagé ceremonies. Following the rhythm and the opportunity to continue deepening my knowledge of the medicine, but now in Mexico, I accompanied them to as many ceremonies as possible and continued with the treatment that was having visible results in my life.
I returned to the jungle in January 2020 to accompany a retreat with some people who wanted to experience healing directly in the sacred medicine house. For several days, we were immersed in that deep space of connection, far from the outside world. When we emerged from the immersion, the world was no longer the same: the first global alerts about the COVID-19 pandemic were beginning to circulate. At the airport, conversations revolved around a bat, China, and a possible pandemic. Everything seemed distant, confusing, but the atmosphere was already charged with uncertainty.
Shortly after, I returned to Mexico, and within days, the borders began to close. Everything was so uncertain; I settled in Mexico and sought to live very close to my father, which allowed us to spend a lot of time together. We felt free amid the fear and pain that permeated the collective unconscious due to the global situation. All my projects were transformed, and I decided to devote my time to experimentation.
I set up a small shop/workshop called Guaira, where I extracted the properties of plants and macerated them, seeking to feel them and stay connected to the plant world. I began to feel and articulate "Guaira" with G for Gratitude, Guidance, Grace, Generosity, Germination, and G for Gabriela.
Guaira comes from Wayra, a Quechua word meaning "wind of the jungle," related to the vitality, movement, and energy of nature. It is a kind of palm leaf made from its leaves forming a bouquet. It is a sacred rhythm and healing instrument steeped in tradition and culture, used by taitas in ceremonies to cleanse, harmonize the spirit, refresh, defend, and help remove all kinds of negative energies.
Guaira was born out of inspiration and deep gratitude for the wonders of the jungle, its sacred medicines, and the guardians who protect this ancient knowledge; for liberation and healing, mainly in my relationship with my father. For the profound healing and liberation of my being, as well as the reconnection with what is essential and important in life.
I felt that, like me, there are many people looking for the opportunity to reconnect with their inner selves and heal something that is not clearly known, but that there is something to heal, to touch the soul, finding a real direction and purpose. At the same time, I began to observe a new, latent, and massive spirituality industry trending with perspectives different from the path I was walking.
In September 2020, in the midst of lockdown and uncertainty, a friend decided to start traveling full-time to devote herself to her partner's companies and projects, having to leave another project she was collaborating on with some entrepreneur friends. She was looking to replace her with someone trustworthy and with a business profile; she knew that I was involved in market development in some way, so she invited me to participate, and I accepted.
The goal was to place two products on the market: coffee and fragmented coconut oil called caprylic acid (carbon 8) used as an energy source. The wonderful thing about this job was that I could do it with my laptop and phone anywhere. Because it was virtual, it gave me enough space to continue delving into sacred medicine and traveling to Colombia.
It wasn't until June 2021, when the pandemic was cooling down, that I traveled back to Colombia with an additional purpose beyond going to the jungle to continue deepening my knowledge of Yagé: "The Dance of the Moon." Cultura Nómade, a cultural organization with which I was already involved as a manager, was organizing an intercultural event between Mexico and Colombia where women from both countries would dance ceremonially under the guidance of Mexican grandmothers with experience in these types of ancestral Mexica practices, especially those involving women. I attended to provide all kinds of help and service to the dancers and, of course, to support Cultura Nómade.
From December 2021 to March 2022, I was in Colombia deepening my knowledge, treatments, and guidance at the Chindoy Healing House and Training School.Taita Bernardo receives patients, followers, and curious people from all over the world: Germany, France, Switzerland, Morocco, Israel, Bulgaria, England, Kazakhstan, the United States, Brazil, Peru, Argentina, Mexico... from every continent. Biologists, scientists, politicians, doctors, artists, researchers, teachers, academics, hippies, explorers, sick people, all with a variety of purposes that end up relating to the transcendence of life.
Taita Bernardo is the grandson of Taita Salvador Chindoy, recognized as his guide by the scientist and biologist Richard Evans Schultes, named the father of modern ethnobotany. Taita Bernardo lives permanently in the jungle, as his lineage has done for generations. He belongs to a family of traditional doctors who have worked with plants for many generations. As a farmer, he develops the entire process of medicinal plants, which he shares in healing and liberation ceremonies that also include his own prayers, songs, dances, and natural aromas extracted from plants and flowers in his botanical garden.
During this journey, in addition to spending time in the jungle, I spent time on the farm of my dear “cuidandera” Tania, who has a healing house called "Wayra-Wayra" in another region, the Colombian páramo, where Yagé gatherings are organized specifically with Taita Bernardo several times a year. Tania is a transpersonal yagé psychologist; she welcomes people from all over the world, accompanying them in their pre-immersion processes in the jungle with the medicine or post-immersion. Her farm in the páramo is a couple of hours from the city of Bogotá, and she shares experiences of the area. Tania, in addition to welcoming me as her sister “cuidandera”, has accompanied me in very important integration processes on my journey with the medicine.
In April 2022, Zulma and the Taita went to Mexico on a tour of ceremonies, and my father decided to take Yagé, in addition to the fact that he had started to experience some minor pains in his swollen stomach. My father had a very deep connection with the medicine of Yagé and, during some of the ceremonies, he began to become aware of what was in his abdomen and where it came from. The Taita, upon examining him, noticed a large, advanced cancerous tumor and recommended checking the size with Western doctors
using technology to obtain accurate data and buy time, as the lump was very large.
My father expressed his feelings about not wanting to be treated with Western medicine; he wanted to fight with traditional medicine; however, he followed the Taita's recommendation and had tests done. My father, a dynamic and energetic cyclist and hiker, did not visit the doctor and was not even registered in the health system that corresponded to him through his work.
He was diagnosed with advanced cancer with a 12-kilogram tumor that was growing rapidly.
The Taita began a preparatory treatment for my father, with the goal of starting the first stage of treatment in the jungle in the following months. Treatments for illnesses like my father's are definitely done in the house of medicine, and the deep healing is done by the taita in his office in the jungle.
We took a beautiful tour of some places in Mexico: caves, underground rivers, waterfalls, mountains, and magical towns with my father. Then I traveled to Colombia to the jungle and also brought back the medicines that were part of his treatment.
At that time, I was undergoing treatment with other plants and was not taking Yagé on the advice and guidance of the Taita. I was going through difficult times, feeling irritated and sad knowing about my father's illness. I wanted to help him and be with him, but at the same time I didn't want to be anywhere. My father, a man of exceptional strength, excellent spirits, and a strong will to live, was very focused on preparing to travel a few months later and go into the jungle. Just feeling him and seeing his attitude gave me strength and deep insight. The treatment was scheduled to begin the second week of June, but that did not happen.
The jail
On June 6, 2022, returning on a flight from Bogotá to Mexico City, I was arrested for bringing in medicines that were part of my father's cancer treatment: a bottle of Yagé, a jar of snake skin capsules, and a kilo of mambe. None of the medicine reached him.
I was accused of smuggling fentanyl and cocaine and spent a year and seven months in preventive detention for alleged drug trafficking. I waited in prison until I had my hearings and could prove with laboratory samples what I was actually carrying.
When I went to prison, fifteen days later my father underwent surgery and had a twelve-kilo tumor removed; they also had to remove a kidney and part of his intestine because of the size of the tumor, which was pressing on his organs. It took more than 150 incisions to remove the tumor. The tables were turned, and I couldn't be with him during that process, but he was there for me.
Three weeks after the surgery, he found out that his beloved daughter was in prison. He got ready and started visiting me without fail during the first year, until his health allowed him to.
My father's strength was incredible. With a wound that went through his entire abdomen, he came to prison to be with me, filled with love. He was the first to arrive for visits; we would have coffee, talk, and enjoy every moment; a strong, admirable, and loving man, my friend, my father, my unconditional companion. At that time, he advised me that when I finished my time in prison, I should not live in one place for too long and that I should continue on the path of medicine.
At some ceremonies in Mexico, I met one of Taita's patients, my dear friend Edgar. I saw him on a few occasions, and our relationship was solely in the ceremonial context. I always noticed that he liked to be very close to Taita, seeking to offer support during the ceremonies. When he and my father met, the connection they had was instant and profound, as if they had known each other for a long time or from other lives.
After my arrest, the Taita contacted Edgar, and he introduced us to his friend and criminal lawyer, who took on my defense. He asked him to take the necessary steps to gain access to visit me, and from then on, his visits every 15 days were a pillar of support for all of us: for Zulma, Taita, my sisters who were taking care of things in Colombia, and my father, since they knew that he provided me with the necessary things: food that he cooked himself and laughter that took me away from the reality of prison.
My dad, who had recently undergone major surgery, couldn't carry anything due to his delicate health; he would just come to visit me and Edgar would take care of everything else.
Edgar would travel three hours to visit me in prison; it would take him practically the whole day between traveling, waiting in line to enter the visiting area and having his belongings checked, spending two hours with me, and returning to the town where he lives.
My situation was very painful for Edgar; he cried continuously during the first few months when he visited me; he is very sensitive. He always said the same thing: that it was not possible for a woman like me to be in prison, much less for bringing medicine for her sick father, that it had not reached him and that he was very ill knowing that his beloved daughter was in prison for fighting for freedom in many ways.
We cultivated a beautiful friendship strengthened in difficult times; I consider him a big brother for all his love, dedication, and service, even though we were not that close. My father was very calm knowing that he also had Edgar.
Before the Trade Mission in February 2019, I attended my first ten-day silent retreat. The technique is called Vipassana, recommended by Gabriel, the messenger. It is a practice of self-observation that focuses on mindfulness, helping to understand the interaction between the mind and the nature of matter. The interesting thing about doing it in isolation and in continuous total silence is that, little by little, as the days go by, all those voices and choirs that adorn and accompany us without allowing us to observe the nature of reality fade away, allowing us to explore the mind deeply without any other intervention and perform a kind of surgery.
Vipassana has taught me stillness and the great teacher silence to learn to listen. It is as if the medicine itself had connected me to Vipassana, preparing me for a deep immersion in prison, where mental silence would be necessary to listen to the medicine from the heart and spirit.
Of course, there were hard times when I felt that my father was dying, and it was very painful for me not to be able to accompany him in his transition. There were times when he was very ill, and my desire to be with him led me to develop something I had never experienced before.
Through deep concentration, I was somehow transported to where he was, and I accompanied him.
I didn't tell him, but he felt it and let me know by phone: that he could see me and feel me massaging his feet and back; he could see me praying. Thanks to being able to pay for phone calls, I talked to my dad, especially during the time when he could no longer visit me.
One night, locked in my cell and deeply concentrated, I felt strongly that his life energy was beginning to fade.
From inside, if I stretched far enough between the bars, my arm could just reach the pay phone that worked with a card. I picked up the receiver and, unable to see clearly, dialed his number from memory.
My father usually went to bed early, but when he saw that the call was coming from the prison, he didn't hesitate to answer. He knew it was me. He always wanted to talk to me, to accompany me in my process... and I wanted to accompany him in his. Our desire to keep each other close was deep.
When I heard his voice, I knew what I had felt was true: he was weak, very weak.We only spoke for a few minutes, but it was a conversation full of truth, of essential issues, of the kind that touch the soul. In the end, his voice perked up. A minute can make all the difference.
I was in an intense process of spiritual liberation; the isolation allowed me to put into practice the self-discipline I had been developing for several years, such as letting go of harmful thought patterns, vices, and distractions. I was in a permanent state of meditation; in fact, I felt "chumada" (the effect of the medicine), as if I were in a ceremony taking Yagé in a process of understanding, mental clairvoyance, and learning.
Just like in a ceremony, but in prison and without medicine, in a hostile environment, full of sadness, suffering, depression, vices, dangerous and problematic people, real problems.
In this understanding, I felt very blessed and grateful in many ways all the time. It was very clear that I had a network of brotherhood and friendship woven by the sacred medicine of Yagé, which was sustaining me through thoughts, prayers, and good wishes, which also believe in natural truth, in rhythms, and that everything that happens to us as we walk the paths of liberation is to make our lives better. I felt a very beautiful and profound help from nature at all times.
Thanks to the calls I was able to make, I kept in touch with my “cuidanderas”, strengthening the fabric that unites us through Yagé: a path of healing, medicine, love for life, and a deep desire to be and live better. We shared our experiences as a form of mutual learning: I learned from them and they also learned from mine.
These are bonds sustained by love, sisterhood, communion, and a deeply spiritual connection.
On my last long travel in Colombia before my arrest, I took a very intimate journey alone, visiting three sacred sites to prepare for prison; I think the medicine guided me there. I visited the La Cocha lagoon, known for its magic, purifying and sacred waters. I also visited one of the most beautiful shrines in the world, the Shrine of Nuestra señora del Rosario de las Lajas, an imposing temple located in el Cañón del Río Guáitara, near the border with Ecuador. And I went to the Betsknate Carnival in Sibundoy, a festival of cyclical renewal, giving thanks to Mother Earth for the fruits received and spiritually ensuring the prosperity of the cycle that is renewed. It is also known as the Carnival of Forgiveness or Big Day. These places accompanied me deeply in my process and continue to do so.
At the concentration, I could feel Taita Bernardo's prayer; sometimes I heard his icaros and harmonica, his song: "Long live life, long live love, long live the joy in our hearts...!" I felt like he was telling me to keep thinking positively. I also heard the songs in their original language. The meditations transported me to the maloca on his farm in the jungle; I felt very calm every time I arrived there, asking permission to be in his healing place, where large candles were lit for my protection and well-being.
My maima, Zulma, accompanied me in spirit, in prayer, as an intercessor, as a mother. Every time I called her, she was there to answer, accompany me, and listen to me. In any situation, even during the "chumada" ceremony, she answered my call. It was a companionship, unconditional love, and feminine love that I had never felt before.
Deep clarity
Life had prepared me for these moments; I knew that the medicine was purifying me; I wanted that purification with all my soul, for myself, for the people I love, for everyone. Yagé was accompanying me in my liberation; I was deeply experiencing spiritual freedom and feeling an ever-stronger respect for the sacred medicines, for Yagé, for life, for nature.
In previous ceremonies, I had been feeling somewhat imprisoned; something was squeezing me; something was coming, but I felt that I would not go through the process alone. In a very intimate conversation with the medicine, I told it that I was willing to do anything to be free, that it knew my path and that I only wanted the truth, freedom, true love. I felt it say to me, "Are you sure you want to experience liberation?" I affirmed it without fear and with my heart.
A moment of pause and introspection; I really wanted it; not literally to go to prison, but I did want to go deeper. I felt proud to be able to represent the medicine in my country and the world in this way, in this form of liberation. I accompanied four indigenous people from Peru, Brazil, and Colombia who were also in a Mexican prison for the same reason: entering Mexico with medicines. I understood the deep invisible war that has always threatened Yagé and other medicines, and that is why there are guardians of knowledge. But now that these ancestral technologies are leaving their lands of origin and heading to the cities to spread their benefits, a desire to control them is being activated.
Life in prison
There are children in prison, children who are born incarcerated, inheriting a physical prison from their first breath. One day, a woman who had been imprisoned for many years invited me to the 3rd birthday party of her daughter, Perlita, whom I was very fond of, as her mother cleaned the library every day. When I arrived at the area for inmates and children, I went straight to play with them outside, and a star was beginning to appear. I told them to make a wish, and I felt something indescribable. Some asked for their mothers to be free so that they could be free too. Others asked, "May my mother and I be free." Some others said, "May my father, my mother, and I be free someday..." Minutes later, my time in that "forbidden" area, which I had paid to enter because it was reserved for inmates, was up. I walked back through the hallways to my cell crying, my heart broken, sad but grateful at the same time for feeling free.
I felt a deep pain that day; I ran to the phone to unburden myself to Zulma; I shared my experience with her. At some other point, I told her that there were two things I missed very much: seeing colors and seeing dogs. But every time I remembered that those children had never seen a dog and that their wish was to be free as children, I got over it.
Throughout the prison process, I felt more strongly than ever that every person has the right to heal in their own way, and that it is only fair that they be free to choose how to do so.
Over time, I remained at peace, secure in the knowledge that what they had put me in prison for was sacred medicine, and that its purpose was healing.
Rapé is a tobacco-based medicine that is administered by blowing it through the nose; it helps to decongest, clear the mind, and ground the spirit. Thanks to my admirable Zulma, and all the logistics she carried out with such love and care, I never lacked the rapé she sent me. Even in prison, I managed to keep my connection to tobacco medicine alive.
At one point during my time in prison, I lived with a very intense and dangerous woman; she was always looking to provoke me into a fight; she was looking for conflict. Many times at night, when I managed to get some sleep (I must say that in prison you don't really sleep or rest), I would wake up to find her staring at me while I slept. It was terrible, but my concentration helped me stay centered and not lose myself. Of course, the prayers and cleansing rituals that Zulma performed from a distance with candles were pillars of protection for me; she told me that the candles turned black and were covered with insects. She was the person I talked to most on the phone while I was in prison; she knew and let the Taita know, who protected me at all times. I felt what a shaman/Taita was doing for me in the jungle; I heard his songs; I felt his prayers and a very deep protection; his science, knowledge, and power accompanying me in my release.
They accompanied me throughout the entire process; I am referring to them, including Taita's lineage, such as parents, grandparents, and other energies; it was impressive. I had the support of medicine and nature.
Later on, a woman nicknamed "the black widow," like the spider, lived with me. In a place as dark as prison, her profile was very striking; in the prison corridors, you could see a sly smile, lips painted bright red that
went beyond the limits and thick black eyeliner around her eyes, which were wide open and expressed a quick, shrewd gaze. She was a funny woman, unscrupulous and with a dark intelligence; she liked to win at everything. She was in prison for meticulously planning the murder of her millionaire husband and her stepchildren. At night, she had very desperate attacks and crises. Like a true spider, she continued to weave problems in prison; problems that did not reach me. In reality, I had many intense experiences and learned profound lessons.
I did not have any real, deep problems while locked up in an environment like that, living with murderers, kidnappers, thieves, drug traffickers... Thanks to the protective bubble I was in, everything worked out in my favor.
There was something that surprised or seemed strange to Edgar, my lawyer, the lawyers from the international defense organization, the Cuidanderas, and even the other prisoners: my attitude. Faith, calmness, confidence, and strength in the face of such a complex situation.
Without a doubt, all of this came from deep work connecting with the forces of nature, the divine, the spirit of Yagé, and the protection of Taita Bernardo and Maima Zulma.
I understood clearly that I had been in prison long before I arrived in physical prison. That material prison became an opportunity to free other internal prisons, those that are normalized and accepted without question: failure, self-manipulation, self-deception, distraction...
When faced with any difficulty, we tend to look for the strategies that suit us best to camouflage the truth and maintain our position, so as not to face the real mental prisons.
Medicine, my companion.
Locked up in prison, I experienced true freedom. It was like a little death, but without leaving the body; a symbolic death. It was as if they were bringing flowers to the cemetery that is prison. It was a great opportunity to perceive freedom without Western romanticism.
I was in prison as a prisoner with certain benefits, in addition to the magic of plants, shamans, and nature.
I lived with women from all walks of life, but over time I became the oldest in a cell (which was very unlikely given how long I had been there), and women from drug cartels came to me looking to "live out their prison sentence" with a quiet "old woman" (the oldest prisoner in a cell is colloquially called "la mamá del cantón" and is the one who sets the rules). They had the financial resources to choose their cell and buy off the guards, giving them the power to bring in prohibited foods such as fish, certain fruits, vegetables, and eat well, which improved my diet.
I got along well enough to become a teacher in prison. It all started thanks to my professional profile; I had access to work in the library, and just at that time they asked me to do an inventory, where I found wonderful jewelry and, among them, an ultra-sacred oracle called I Ching, the book of mutations; the same one that was taken from me at the time of my arrest and which, of course, no one looks at or consults in prison. I was invited to the school to teach classes, including "life project." I spoke to them with great enthusiasm and excitement, and it was an echo for me about life and how to have a project and purpose in life. It was complex and profound, since among "my students" there were women with sentences of up to 300 years who told me: "I've seen
teachers come and go for 20 years; I like listening to the new ones... What life plan are you going to tell us about, being here?"
They were truly positive, profound, powerful, and challenging experiences: being in class with prisoners, teaching prisoners, teaching myself while being a prisoner. Words cannot express how, in a situation as complex as being in prison, the magic of Yagé medicine accompanied me at all times; feeling the spirit of the plant, its strength, and having the clarity that the medicine was healing and protecting me, teaching and liberating me. I am deeply grateful.
The sentence
I was scheduled for two weeks of hearings in December 2023; however, at the end of the first week, the judge decided to close the hearings, as he saw no point in continuing the analysis. The hearings featured expert witnesses in chemistry with laboratory tests, anthropology, and Western medicine; a human rights defender who is an expert on the subject, its uses and customs, as well as its international defense; and a research scientist specializing in psychotropic and active substances (the latter two experts are part of a European organization dedicated to the dissemination and scientific research of ayahuasca at the international level, as well as the defense of anyone who is violated for the use or transport of sacred plants).
Taita Bernardo attended as a traditional doctor who treated my father, defending the uses and customs of the plants he grows, cooks, and shares to heal many types of illnesses. My father also attended as a witness; at that time, he was very weak due to metastasis, but with a very strong spirit, hoping to see me free. He arrived in a wheelchair to give his testimony as the person who would receive the treatment.
At the end of the hearings, the verdict was "guilty" for having carried a product of biological origin without permission, as if he had carried the same amount of honey. We got the impression that for the judge it was an acquittal; he was very interested in the case. He asked many questions; he was not familiar with a similar case, but since it was a high-profile issue, the first non-indigenous woman on trial for a matter of this nature, and there is a real legal loophole in Mexican law, he preferred to handle it this way and avoid setting a precedent for legislative change. There are undoubtedly hidden interests at play: pharmaceutical companies, governments, and other structures that want to manage, control, manipulate, and deny people the right to choose their own treatment.
I was sentenced to three days in prison, but as I had already served a year and seven months, I was released that same night, one day before Christmas. Months later, I learned that I had a fine of almost $5,000 from customs, which is why I paid almost two years in prison and had not been notified.
My case has not been closed, not only because of this charge, but because the public prosecutor appealed against the judge's three-day ruling, insisting that I must remain in prison for 25 years.
Three months after I was released from prison, my father passed away.
I had the wonderful opportunity to accompany him in his death and see how prepared and liberated he was for his process; he literally died with a beautiful smile on his face.
Other prisons
Two days after leaving the prison, we participated in a private Yagé ceremony with Zulma, Taita Bernardo, a lawyer I had just met who was involved in other cases of imprisonment for medicine, and her mother. When I introduced myself, they told me that she had been out of prison for only a short time after serving 30 years inside.
"Thirty years?" I asked in surprise. "Wow, ma'am! What strength. Which prison were you in?"
"Yes, 30 years," Zulma replied. She had recently divorced and left a prison she had chosen to inhabit day after day: a marriage to an alcoholic husband who abused her.
"Nice to meet you, Gabriela," the woman said to me. "I'm sorry you spent almost two years of your life in prison for sacred medicines."
Three days after that ceremony, the lawyer who participated in international law and human rights issues on behalf of the European organization in my defense organized a ceremony she called the "freedom ceremony." In addition to her, the owner of the beautiful space where it was held, her brother and sister-in-law, the criminal lawyer who handled my case, my dear brother Edgary, and my beloved father attended.vMy father loved Yagé; he accompanied us with an open heart and an uncountable attitude, sitting all the time in front of the fire; he felt so vital and happy moving to the rhythm of the songs and music of Taita and Zulma. When they offered the next portion of medicine, my father was the first to get up with the help of his cane to receive more medicine. His strength was impressive.
During this prison process, the only person in my close circle who did not know about Yagé medicine was the criminal lawyer who defended me. He was a close friend of my brother Edgar, but he never accepted the invitations I had sent him in previous years to learn about the medicine. With my freedom, he decided to learn about it not only in theory and according to the law, but by drinking the soul brew.
Zulma, Taita and I were offered us help because of the legal loopholes in Mexico and the relationship with the indigenous worldview, where yagé is cultural heritage in its countries of origin. However, it was decided not to accept the support for the defense, so they traveled to Mexico to hire the lawyer directly and meet him. The Taita always invited him to take the medicine; he agreed that when the process was over, he would attend a ceremony.
When he arrived that night, he felt a lot of gratitude towards God; he expressed it out loud. He talked about meeting his father, who had died years ago from an aggressive cancer in a very painful process, and his mother, who had died when he was a child. Later, he experienced a freedom that frightened him, and he screamed for a long time.
"Relax, lawyer, enjoy your freedom," my father said with a serene smile that radiated peace and tranquility as he danced while seated.
The lawyer was imprisoned in many ways, understanding that he is the one who has the power to help prisoners obtain their freedom or people obtain their imprisonment, whether they are guilty or not; these concepts, known to him, were far removed from what he was understanding in another language.
My process of liberation made him aware of his prisons. The lawyer was more imprisoned than the people in prison, commented the owner of the place.
Three months after my father's death, I traveled to the jungle to reconnect with Yagé in its natural home: the jungle itself. It was a reunion I had been waiting for for two years, together with Zulma, Taita Bernardo, his family, and, of course, my sisters “cuidanderas”.
On that first encounter, we were accompanied by a group of Americans, with whom we shared the first day of medicine. It was a deeply moving experience: after the confinement and farewell to my father, I found myself once again in the freedom of nature, surrounded by my medicine family, fully connecting with the sacred plant in its home.
I understood that I still had a path ahead of me with government and bureaucratic institutions, and that I was in the process of completing legal procedures in Mexico. This information was very clear, as was the arrival of a gift of love in my life, a partner involved in medicine and freedom. At that moment, I refused to consider that possibility because of the profound emotional and spiritual changes I had undergone, after moments of challenges and liberation, where the main thing was to finish sorting out legal processes and build my financial freedom, doing service, accompanying and sharing profound and transcendental experiences, giving voice to realities.
At the end of that journey, I visited el santuario de las lajas and the Cocha Lagoon again in thanksgiving, sacred places that accompanied me and continue to do so.
I spent some time in WayraWayra, the healing house in the moorland of my sister Tania “cuidandera”. We remembered the last night before traveling to Mexico, when I was arrested. That night, I dreamed that I was imprisoned, being tried on a kind of platform with other people, where there was an obvious battle between light and darkness. It was an old prison, in my opinion. I woke up crying and in despair, telling Tania about my terrible and vivid dream.
After spending a few months with my Colombian family, I traveled back to the jungle, where another group of American patients and Professor Roda were staying. He is a genetic scientist, researching a species of medicinal plant that is practically extinct, which Taita Bernardo's lineage has studied for generations. For years, the professor searched for relatives of Taita Salvador Chindoy, teacher of the father of modern ethnobotany, to continue in-depth research on a specific species. Taita Bernardo and the professor work together, and it has been very interesting to see the interaction between ancestral scientists and Western scientists, since plant science works with a component that goes beyond reason.
At the final ceremony of the day, I experienced a liberation with the medicine that I had never felt before; I understood that there are processes that are years, concentration, order, and coherence, which allow you to reach deeper layers of being. That night, I felt like I was being tested; the medicine left me with a task related to my mother: to learn to vomit, to relieve, to release, to let go, that is, to learn to speak. At that time, it was difficult for me to purge; something remained inside. You have to learn to vomit. Years earlier, I had been teaching myself to breathe.
I grew up with the social, cultural, and family belief that you only talk about and acknowledge the good things: "If you don't have anything positive to say, it's better not to say anything" (if it's negative, do I omit it?). I only recognized and gave voice to the "positive," even though the negative naturally exists. It was the years of walking with medicine that allowed me to see that I had a very specific and deep thorn in my heart, which would only come out by learning to talk to my mother about issues that became clearer over the years. I tried not to do that work, I tried to deceive and manipulate myself by thinking: "I'm too old to talk to her about that; I'm responsible for myself and how I feel, it's not necessary; I've already let go, forgiven, transmuted, healed. Telling her the truth will only hurt her, I'd better keep it to myself."
It terrified me; the deepest fear I have ever felt, a fear that I do not have of death or prison, an ancient fear of being discarded from the family tree, removed from the clan, abandoned, for being treacherous... for betraying the women of my lineage. This is a very difficult subject for me to address. It was thanks to almost two years of physical imprisonment and seeing my mother's lack of interest in accompanying me through this process that I was able to see clearly the truth and reality of our relationship, which had been broken long ago and which has a deep background that needs to be released for me, for her, for many people. We are all connected.
So, upon my return to Mexico, I did it. Living through the death of our old relationship, I understand that for the new to come, the old must go. It is part of building a deep and true love, with both sides, real. No one said it would be easy; each case is different, and personally, it has been an impressive challenge for me, and I have done it with a lot of love. Thanks to the support network that accompanies me, the medicinal plants, the sacred Taita Yagé, “cuidanderas”, Zulma, Taita Bernardo, and the forces of nature. But mainly, to my will to heal and live better. Yagé invites us to deeply heal our relationships with our father and mother, first and foremost, before many other processes, since sometimes healing a relationship means breaking it: death for rebirth.
During that last immersion in the jungle, it became very clear that in order to continue with the healing and learning process, it was absolutely necessary to unlearn, how to be sincere and honest, first with myself and then with others, and that this involved doing these tasks. Being a “cuidandera” first means knowing how to care for and respect yourself; being a “cuidandera” is healing yourself and helping others heal. I was invited by the medicine to be coherent, and we continue walking.
In addition to these years of taking medicine in a personal process, I have learned about the interaction between Mexican and Amazonian cultures, which have in common that the use of medicinal plants is as old as cultivating the land. The earth has been responsible for giving life to the plants that provide health for humanity. It is the cosmovisions that protect, sustain, and share thought and its privileges. Now a path is opening up to connect deeply with the Maya, whose territory is a key bridge for medicines throughout the American continent, with its significant temples, the magic of its cenotes, and its connection with Amazonian cultures.
In Mexico, for example, the uses of Amazonian medicinal plants have been adapted to contexts that meet the demands of Western shamanic consumption. Ceremonies with medicines from the Amazon rainforest are widely offered, especially by non-indigenous facilitators in non-indigenous contexts and in combination with many other medicines not necessarily from the rainforest, sometimes including medicines from the desert and the forest. They are very attractive to people with particular profiles, adapting events or retreats by mixing them with other types of holistic therapies.
Interacting with mestizo and indigenous communities in Colombia, we observe a ceremonial impulse for yagé and other medicinal plants, which are found in their territory, noting the strength of the resurgence of this knowledge and its adaptations in the worldview.
Meeting Zulma, a mestizo woman with professional training who grew up in the capital of Colombia, yet whose path led her to work with indigenous communities and learn about their cultures and, of course, their medicines, which she has gradually come to know and follow as an ally of the wonders of plants; Listening to her experiences and feeling her respect and the clarity of her words is an example that leads me to observe my role in the present as an intercultural promoter of the knowledge of Yagé, its ancestral guides, as well as the current types of consumption based on the globalization of sacred plants.
My experience in building international networks with producers is transforming into a network that connects many people around the world in deep healing, like the one I have been able to experience, in networks of people who are seeking and finding freedom through thought and healing. This is because I deeply understand that this is something very important that people seek with care and dedication, and I, knowing that I have been given such true, respectful, traditional knowledge and such profound thinking, would like people to really know about paths that will provide them with many things, tools, and gifts.
Currently, my main goal is to bring people together so they can experience the magic of all these things. All of this has a deep understanding and is also understood as a science, which is why I would like to show it to many people.
I continue to search for spiritual freedom, because we understand that this is a path with many steps, where time does not even matter.
