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<\/i><\/p>\n30 de maio de 2024<\/p>\n
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Today I dreamt of the granny of the forests<\/i><\/p>\n
The great teacher<\/i><\/p>\n
Who knows the wise secrets\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Of the mystery's science of sciences.<\/i><\/p>\n
In a few words she wove me in<\/i><\/p>\n
Thoughts, revealing paths\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Guiding me and showing me the<\/i><\/p>\n
Incredible delicacy that lives<\/i><\/p>\n
In the simplicity of things.<\/i><\/p>\n
My spirit flew and travelled<\/i><\/p>\n
Valleys and mountains\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Danced, twirled and felt<\/i><\/p>\n
The profound freedom that dwells\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
In the sacred abode of secret spirits.\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
There is no greater knowledge than Love!<\/i><\/p>\n
Every day we are surprised\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
With the revelations that emerge\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
In the new dawn\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
In the cold night I plunged in search of understanding<\/i><\/p>\n
And to my surprise\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
The great teacher was there\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Sitting on her sacred throne\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Waiting for me<\/i><\/p>\n
In the long tails of a Parana Pine\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
With her flute and her Maraca\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Just waiting for me to join her<\/i><\/p>\n
To continue the lullaby\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
And blow poetry to the four corners<\/i><\/p>\n
In order to colour and massage<\/i><\/p>\n
The beings of this Earth!<\/i><\/p>\n
Tired and suffering\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
For lack of understanding.<\/i><\/p>\n
Oh walking beings, wake up<\/i><\/p>\n
From this deep sleep\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
And feel the tasty magic\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
That lives in the singing silence<\/i><\/p>\n
Of your thoughts!!!!<\/i><\/p>\n
Photo: Carlos Papa Tekoa Yvyty Por\u00e3, RS<\/em><\/p>\n Thousands and thousands of years ago the sacred being Kuri, as the Guarani call the Parana Pine tree, came into being. This ancient tree is a plant grandmother of the world. Archaeological records show that the tree has existed and resisted for centuries. In all this time, the Parana Pines have witnessed a lot of struggle, resistance and also a lot of beauty; an active memory that they witness from the top of their green crowns.<\/p>\n In the last few weeks we have been witnessing a profound imbalance in Rio Grande do Sul, which has affected the lives of human and non-human beings: The overflow of the Gua\u00edba River, the Taquari River and so many other rivers that, bruised by the harsh actions of humans, couldn't withstand the pressure of heavy rains and flooded, caused destruction and left their message.<\/p>\n The\u00a0Ija kuery<\/i>, guardi\u00f5es de tudo que habita nessa Terra, est\u00e3o cansados dos seres humanos, imperfeitos e desajustados. H\u00e1 muito tempo est\u00e3o a observar as pegadas t\u00e3o pesadas do agroneg\u00f3cio, da minera\u00e7\u00e3o, do desamor e do desrespeito para com a diversidade das formas de vida.<\/p>\n Pen engraving by Percy Lau, Arequipa, 1903<\/em> The temporal milestone, this anti-constitutional thesis that allows the revision and abuse of indigenous lands that have already been demarcated, is the ultimate in human ignorance and abuse, which cannot see that without a living forest there will be no life. The constant struggle and prayer to guarantee and protect the ancestral territories of indigenous peoples is precisely so that all forms of life can live: Parana Pines, Agoutis, Pacas, Bees, Amethysts, Mountains, Rivers and Fish.<\/p>\n Two nights ago, when I was concentrating in Opy'i, the prayer house, dialoguing and studying with the teacher plants, Kuri's spirit came to speak to me. She was very old and large. She calmly told me that she was up there watching all the confusion and suffering that was happening. She saw many of her plant and animal relatives drowning, dragged down by the mud and the raging water, and she could do nothing about it. She just watched it in silence, with her little arms as if they were in a form of greeting, bowing every day to the sun, the moon and life, asking for strength and protection. She spent some time showing me the great Parana Pine forests that once existed and which are now reduced to a few. She also showed me the power of petyngua, the Guarani pipe made from the knot of her pine, and how everyone who carries this pipe must respect it. She reminded me of beautiful images of women preparing pine nut flour with their pestles, old scenes where everything was deeply interconnected. Little by little, the images and her voice faded away and I gradually came back and, as I looked at the fire, which was intensely alive, I felt the need to get up and share with the young people who were with me that magical and very fruitful experience that I had felt, witnessed and learnt while immersed in deep visions.<\/p>\n Painting: Jose Vera, RS<\/em><\/p>\n Ao amanhecer do dia refletindo sobre toda a noite de estudos e aprendizados, me recordei de passagens do livro a \u201cQueda do C\u00e9u\u201d de Davi Kopenawa\u2026.<\/p>\n \u201cNo come\u00e7o a terra dos antigos brancos era parecida com a nossa. L\u00e1 eram t\u00e3o poucos quanto n\u00f3s agora na floresta. Mas seu pensamento foi se perdendo cada vez mais numa trilha escura e emaranhada. Seus antepassados mais s\u00e1bios, a quem Omama criou e a quem deu suas palavras, morreram. Depois disso, seus filhos e netos tiveram muitos filhos. Come\u00e7aram a rejeitar os dizeres de seus antigos como se fossem mentiras e foram aos poucos se esquecendo deles. Derrubaram toda a floresta de sua terra para fazer ro\u00e7as cada vez maiores. Omama tinha ensinado a seus pais o uso de algumas ferramentas met\u00e1licas. Mas j\u00e1 n\u00e3o se satisfaziam mais com isso. Puseram-se a desejar o metal mais s\u00f3lido e mais cortante, que ele tinha escondido embaixo da terra e das \u00e1guas. A\u00ed come\u00e7aram a arrancar os min\u00e9rios do solo com voracidade. Constru\u00edram f\u00e1bricas para coz\u00ea-los e fabricar mercadorias em grande quantidade. Ent\u00e3o, seu pensamento cravou-se nelas e eles se apaixonaram por esses objetos como se fossem belas mulheres. Isso os fez esquecer a beleza da floresta. Pensaram: \u201cNossas m\u00e3os s\u00e3o mesmo habilidosas para fazer coisas! S\u00f3 n\u00f3s somos t\u00e3o engenhosos! Somos mesmo o povo da mercadoria! Podemos ficar cada vez mais numerosos sem nunca passar necessidade! Vamos criar tamb\u00e9m peles de papel para trocar!\u201d. Ent\u00e3o fizeram o papel do dinheiro proliferar por toda parte, assim como as panelas e as caixas de metal, os fac\u00f5es e os machados, facas e tesouras, motores e r\u00e1dios, espingardas, roupas e telhas de metal. Eles tamb\u00e9m capturaram a luz dos raios que caem sobre a terra. Ficaram muito satisfeitos consigo mesmos. Visitando uns aos outros em suas cidades, todos os brancos acabaram por imitar o mesmo jeito. E assim as palavras das mercadorias e do dinheiro se espalharam por toda a terra dos seus ancestrais. \u00c9 o meu pensamento. Por quererem possuir todas as mercadorias, foram tomados de um desejo desmedido. Seu pensamento se esfuma\u00e7ou e foi invadido pela noite.\u201d<\/i> (Davi Kopenawa, 'Merchandise Love' in The Falling Sky)\u00a0A Queda do C\u00e9u<\/i>)<\/p>\n Parana Pine rock painting, Pirai do Sul, PR<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" AV\u00d3ZINHA DO MUNDO: ARAUC\u00c1RIA Cristine Taku\u00e1 30 de maio de 2024 Hoje sonhei com a av\u00f3zinha das florestas A grandiosa mestra Conhecedora dos s\u00e1bios segredos\u00a0 Da ci\u00eancia das ci\u00eancias dos mist\u00e9rios. Em poucas palavras ela foi me tecendo Pensamentos, me revelando caminhos\u00a0 Me orientando e mostrando a Incr\u00edvel delicadeza que habita Na simplicidade das coisas. Meu esp\u00edrito voou e percorreu Vales e montanhas\u00a0 Bailou, rodopiou e sentiu A profunda liberdade que reside\u00a0 Na morada sagrada dos esp\u00edritos secretos.\u00a0 N\u00e3o h\u00e1 saber maior que o Amor! A cada dia nos surpreendemos\u00a0 Com as revela\u00e7\u00f5es que surgem\u00a0 No novo amanhecer\u00a0 Na noite fria mergulhei em busca de entendimento E pra minha surpresa,\u00a0 A grande mestra l\u00e1 estava\u00a0 Em seu trono sagrado sentada\u00a0 A me esperar Nas longas caudas de uma Arauc\u00e1ria\u00a0 Com sua flauta e seu Marac\u00e1\u00a0 S\u00f3 me aguardando pra junto a ela Prosseguir com a cantiga\u00a0 E soprar poesias para os quatro cantos A fim de colorir e…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":4425,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[58],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9622","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-diario-cristine-takua"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/selvagemciclo.org.br\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/foto_carlos_papa_tekoa_yvyty_pora_RS_menor.png\")
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\nRio de Janeiro, 1972. Source: Tipos e Aspectos do Brasil IBGE 1966<\/em><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/selvagemciclo.org.br\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/Pintura-de-Jose-Vera-RS_.jpg\")
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