The Path of the Heart

🌿 Remembering the Path of the Heart: A Call from the Medicines of the Soul 🌿

In these times of much noise and shattered mirrors, the world seems to have forgotten the song of the heart. We are taught that happiness is found in what shines on the outside: in objects, in fame, in the image others see. But that is not the path of the hummingbird, nor the jaguar, nor the grandmother medicine.

The screens show us faces sculpted by others’ hands, bodies shaped by something other than the dance of life itself. Like the days of the colonial market, everything becomes a commodity: even beauty, even the soul. But what about the spirit? Where is the inner voice calling us from the root?

In our traditions, from the mountains of Oaxaca to the rivers of Acre, we learned that every being carries a gift. We did not come to this world to be someone else, nor to accumulate mirrors. We came to remember who we truly are. We came to share the fire that burns within us.

Sacred medicines like rapé, peyote, ayahuasca, and mushrooms do not give us easy answers. They teach us to see with the eyes of the soul. But their wisdom does not end with the night of the ritual. The true work begins at dawn, when we must plant what we learned in the spirit into our daily lives.

Integration, as the elders say, is like tending a sacred fire: it must be fed, given space, protected from the winds of hurry and the cold of forgetfulness. It is in that fire that we find the true treasure—not in what we have, but in what we can offer to the circle.

It is not wrong to desire beautiful things, but the problem is forgetting who is doing the desiring. If your root is not firm, the winds of comparison can tear your soul away.

When we walk the path of self-knowledge, when the medicine and silence teach us, we discover that we are not empty. We do not need to be anyone else. Our face, with all its history and its song, is sacred.

🌺 Brother, sister: You are medicine too. Remember your song… 🌺