In the heart of the lungs of the planet, Drogo was sent by his shaman to retrieve the wisdom, from the plant spirits on his dieta, of the concept of life and death.
Drogo, a young tribal boy from the mayani tribe had been initiated into an shamanic apprenticeship by his medicine man grandfather. He went hungry as part of his initiation to feel the full effects of his dieta and consumed the fruit of the Mondura plant. Drogo wandered into the undergrowth to his hut made by his father to undergo his apprenticeship.
Laying back on his hammock a spirit lingered in the back of his mind tell him “A long time ago life and death were best of friends, death saw life as a gift and life saw death as a gift. When the time came when people spread all over the world, life and death began to criticize each other. People view life in your tribe as the most precious gift from God and people view death beyond this jungle as something that no one wants. People have lost touch with the truth of reality, that your spirit never dies and your soul passes on into the realm overlapping yours.”
Drogo was an intelligent young man and understood every word of what the Mondura plant spirit said.
Within the scope of Drogo’s dreams that night, death and life were conversing with eachother. Death: “Why is it people love you so much where in fact you are just a dream, a fascination. No one will stay forever. Life is short and no person will live forever. Why is it people like you?” Then Life said: “Yes you are correct with that Death, I am just a dream, a fascination and I know Life is not forever. What is important is the things or deeds that you do during your earthly life. How about you death? I know you are the reality of life. That everybody dies, yet they do not die.”
The next morning Drogo wandered into his tribes camp and met with his grandfather by the Mondura tree.
“Life and death, two sides of the same coin,” Drogo exclaimed in a simple manner.
“Yes, my grandson, it indeed is,” replied his shamanic elder. “Now you know this, what will you do?”
“I am not afraid anymore grandfather, I am dead already,” Drogo echoed through the jungle.
Roars of the howler monkeys shuddered the ground beneath them, they said their blessings to the plant spirits and thanked them for their aid.
The jungle holds many secrets for the ones who see, all is here now.
~Amber, DiosRaw 31/03/21