Sunday, January 3, 2016

Unfinished story - 3rd Colombian God




It was already few months ago when I wrote you about first 2 types of Gods I met on my way, passing through Caribbean coast of Colombia.But one of them was left out - the 3rd one - experience which left me speechless and will forever stay in my memories.

It was the moment when my dream came true.
As for the most of the time I spent on the Caribbean coast of Colombia there were always those people who one could notice even from very far away. They were always dressed in white, bare feet and their black long hair made them stand out in any crowd of typical Colombians.I noticed them crossing deep forests while passing with public bus; my eyes caught them on the beach picking up sea shells and I saw them sometimes appearing in the markets.

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Who where they? Those secret creatures who were so unwillingly to communicate? Those beautiful beings who made all Krishna people to bend in front of them?
I was watching them so much, but inside I had a feeling that I will never be able to get to know any of them, as without any words or titles they made me feel, that I am far away behind their level of vibration.
Those were people from indigenous tribe of Colombia - Kogui. Real Indians, who survived after the genocide of Spaniard conquerors. They ran away in the mountains of Sierra Nevada, where so high, that even the snowed peaks found their nests, no one considered to look for them.
After very long time passed, they started slowly by slowly come back, a bit lower - thereby closer to civilization. But they were not destroyed. Their culture was not overtaken by greed of material needs or destroyed by alcohol. They were now as pure as they were before.


Park Tayrona


Once when I finally convinced Cosmos to go to Tayrona national park which is known for the most beautiful beaches of the North of Colombia, as the Caribbean sea meets the jungles on it's shore. My dream found it's way to fulfil.
Entrance in Tayrona is quite expensive so as a backpackers - we didn't give up while we  haven't tried all other ways besides the easy way of paying money for the entrance.
As I heard before, Tayrona now belongs to some French people, who are maintaining the area and therefore made it a huge tourist thing, but besides that I also heard that in olden times it was a land of Kogui tribe and some of them are still living there, as now they are protected by the government and are allowed to live almost any place they want.
So as we discovered - Tayrona has 2 entrances. First - the main and the easy one, where guards stay till late and walk till the camp place on the beach takes 1.5 h through the normal forest path. And the second one - in the other side of the park, where the guards leave earlier and the path to the camp is longer, takes 3 h by crossing mountains one after another. Of-course we chose the second one. But while waiting for guards to leave in the little cafeteria besides the gate, I saw there this beautiful creature sitting by. The black long hair covering the shoulders of the white cotton shirt and big strap of crocheted white cotton handbag, hanging on his left side while in the other hand he was holding his white crotched head cover. This white goddess with coal black hair and profoundly dark eyes, gave me an idea. Why couldn't we enter without payment as his friends for a visit? So without double thinking I approached him with my intention.
First I thought he will refuse not only my idea but even speaking with me, as for him I was just another 'Gringa' tourist. But I was wrong. My fear where unreasonable, he replied me so gently and after a bit of thinking he agreed to lead me and Cosmos to the park of Tayrona.
It was a very long walk, and as higher we climbed as lower the sun was hiding. We reached one peak of the mountain after another and every next one seemed as double high as the previous one. The Kogui Indian was breathing as he would be lying on the beach while I was struggling to catch him up, not even speaking about Cosmos, with big backpack on his shoulders [as he was a gentleman to carry things for both of us], was far behind us.


Almost a beginning of the uplift

On the way we understood that we will not reach the camp today, because it was almost dark [as sun setts down at 18.00], and we had in-front of us 2h long walk through the jungle forest, which indeed was not the easiest one.
But the  Kogui Indian by noticing the disappearance of sunlight invited us to settle with a tent in his house.
Without double thought we agreed and continued the way. It was just a pure uplift and when already it seamed that all the world is beneath our feet, we continued to climb even higher till the sunlight was replaced by moonlight and stars.
After a while we finally reached it.. we couldn't see the house, but a little fireplace with some lively shadows passing by, was just few meters in front of us.
When I asked this kind man, if this house is located here because of his ancestors who might have lived here, he replied that this place he chose by himself because it is beautiful. After he chose this place, he came here to smooth the peak and convert it into the terrace where the house could be built. All in all it required 2 month of work which he did it by himself and the uplifting way to his home has never been an obstacle for him.
As we finally arrived, we were introduced to the lively shadows which we saw from far away. It was his family - a wife and two kids. The older one 9 years old who just started to go to school and the little one - 2 years old baby.
We sat down all together with this white goods like family by the fire place and the stars made me feel like I am far, far away from the Earth. It was so interesting evening to get to know their values, their goddess - mother earth, their way to call themselves Big Brothers while all the rest of human beings are the Younger brothers, their divisions in tribes, where the highest one is called Mamo. Mamo as a leader of a tribe, the oldest one - is there to lead and to remain all the knowledge in himself till it is passed to the next generation after his death. The way of ceremonies how they still speak and thank the mother nature. How they protect us Younger brother without our consideration. How they care about future of this planet and how they care about us to come back to the purity.



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It was a miracle to look in their eyes and listen into them. To see with how much love they pronounce every word and every thought. And it was unbelievable to realize that this all still exists right now.
After a while we went to sleep. The family entered their house which consisted of one room and the whole room was in the size of one giant bed, and we went to our tent near by. The silence of the sky made everything transparent. We heard how all the family curled into the bed and started to help the oldest kid with it's homework. It was unbelievable. As they have their own language but in Colombia everyone speaks Spanish, most of the Indians spoke 2 languages. While the older one with parents was going through the homeworks the youngest baby was learning Spanish words, and while repeating them her pronunciation was so funny that all the family started to laugh. Their laugh was full of love.


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And this... exactly THIS was the moment which made me feel like never before.
It was like a feeling that I got into the place where the dreams are born. Far, far away from the civilization or anyone.. we were there in the top of the mountain covered by the blanket of stars and warmed by those magic laughs, which were so light and full of love, that the sky reflected them as a light which might surprise those ones from below and make them look up here as for a search of a miracle without realizing that it is just a family. A family of two youngs of 29 and 27 years, who made their nest on the top of the mountain in the harmony of nature and every night they spread these star dusts of happiness down, over our heads.
I guess for me it was a moment when I saw my values shifting.
It is not any-more as I thought. It is more beautiful than I ever believed and I saw - it is possible.

I was in a dream and while dream fulfilled, it entered even deeper.. to stay in me forever.
Family, love, nature, sky, stars and candlelight.
How much less they need to be much more happy than we are.

The next day we woke up.. I was taught how to spin the cotton from the plant, but Cosmos - how to bake the corn pancakes and then we were ready to go. But before we left we were asked to not expose to anyone that we were accepted by them, as it is the shame to their tribe. Because as I told before they are very strong about maintaining their culture and do not let the white occidentals so easily to destroy it.
So that is why I never revealed his name.

Beautiful family

Here is some video with their message to humanity, if you are interested:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vLaeenrGpY

*Sorry for so many borrowed pictures from internet, but it is better this way


Friday, August 28, 2015

The search of the secret - Carribean Coast/ Desert of Colombia



Palomino - Casa de la Rosa - the game of shades

Home -  spot under the stars

Sunrise in Riohacha

Local Art

A walk to melt

Riohacha

Friends all over the world

Colombian soccer is another way of life



This I still do not get [Uribia]

Women

Picture of a picture - unfortunately did not get opportunity to experience this tradition in life


Another spot for an excellent dreams


Traffic


Ready to go


 Motherhood of Colombian Coast


There is nothing but they choose to stay to live right there

Desert flowers

The beauty of nothing


The house for a bike is a necessity 


Another flower of a dessert

Indigenous women have their daily duties

On my way..


Caribbean and hammock - that's all one needs

The bliss of sunset

They speak with no words..

..and walk with no sound.

A house full of happiness..




.. and the whole Cosmos only for me.






Tuesday, August 4, 2015

3 Gods of Columbian mountains



Have You ever thought in how many different belief blankets are we actually wrapped-in throughout the borders of this world?
Let’s be honest – I had a clue - that many, but I had never put my interest towards an action to explore it more.

Time to think - Tayrona National Park 


GOD Nr.1

My travel to Colombia was a random idea as the rest of the ideas in my life, so I was not surprised that my first stop where I stayed for more than a month was a Krishna Village in the mountains of Sierra Nevada.

Sierra Nevada - Gambira /Photo Liora/

Have I ever heard about this religion before? Yes’ Since childhood my mother was pulling my hand to cross the street to another side when the song of Hare Krishna would reach us close enough. And she would hold my hand so strong that I would without any questions believe that the poor ‘orange’ people with just a bit of hair on their head are victims of serious sect where people are mainly unconscious as they are under the drugs. That was always an explanation of their sun-shining eyes and smiles. And in that time if You would ask me a question, if I was open minded – my answer would be - 100 percent – YES’

So there I was with all my curiosity and willingness to change my own hypocrisy by settling myself down in the most beautiful mango garden in Colombian mountains – the garden of the Lord Krishna.



Mangos, mangos, mangos.... in Gambira /Photo Liora/

My eyes were burn. I saw the beauty I had never imagined before.
The way how devotees serve is unique – in its true manner – it requires only happiness. Songs, dances, yoga, incredible food, which is cooked without tasting [as the kitchen is a sacred place where no one eats or drinks] and philosophical teaching every night under the candle lights by reading their Sanskrit writings - Bagava-Gita. I was dragged in by it all, but even more - by the book, as it was the second book I had been reading, which similarly to Dostoyevsky’s “Crime and Punishment” finds the justice towards the act of killing. Bagava-Gita is a beautiful dialog between Krishna and a young warrior Arjuna, who refuses to kill his family. Believe me – I was shocked to get in my hand a sacred book and start to read it with a phrase, where God tries to convince the young man to do it – kill his family. But I passed my first prejudgments and my world spanned as I continued. 



The most beautiful way how to start the day  in  Gambira /Photo Lauren/




Honestly – before Baga-Gita I have never scaled the value of our body in relation to soul and I have never thought of the possibility that after our inherited mission is completed [I even didn’t think we have one], there is no more reason for this body to occupy space in this world.
So there I can follow the development of the thought - through the liberation of the ‘jail’, what captures by our overwhelmed importance towards the appearance of our shell, till the question of the reason towards its existence.



Goloka - The paradise in the heart of the Sierra Nevada /Photo Kate/

The visual aspect towards Vedic culture helped me to peak out of the little tiny cartoon box by pushing off its guard - old little man with a white dress, white hear and white long beard – and a given name - God. Now I saw an aquarium where was dreaming, enormously huge sleeping blue body in the infinity of ocean waters, where it was wrapped in the cradle made from the many headed snake. It was Vishnu which eyes for us are recognized as the sun and the moon, his veins are the rivers which struck our ability to be, and the bubbles he makes from his breath, are innumerable galaxies which are still on their way to be discovered.




Vishnu /Photo borrowed from internet/



If You ask, how far did it affect me? Yes, sometimes I woke up by singing Maha Mantra “Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna…”, but otherwise - no, I didn’t become a devotee in Krishna’s mango garden, as I could feel that there are more undiscovered guardians to be introduced, but Bagava-Gita found her place in my backpack for a prolonged period of time.



On the way to discoveries /Photo Jade/





GOD Nr.2


The mango garden indeed was a magical place for my acknowledgements. During my time there, I met many charming personalities who enriched my experience, by their presence - singing together in the night time; dreaming in a hammock under the stars; continuing never-ending philosophical discussions around the table and sharing everyday duties in the mango garden. But there was one very special person who left me speechless for a while, with a million questions – why?- inside my head.
It was an older man with a friendly sparkle in his eyes, charming tone of voice and most cozy grey beard all over his chin; he seemed to me like a storyteller from the legendary books.



My dear professor /Photo Lauren/


Once he said: “Those who believe that are coming from monkeys in real are evolved from them, but I believe that I am coming from the stars”.

This one sentence grabbed all my attention so my curiosity would not calm for as long as I sensed by the smell, that this man is carrying some secrets of the world. We passed many days together by sharing our work duties and it was the most interesting part, as the work was accompanied by captivating conversations. Most of them consisted from my nonstop questions and his monologue answers, but my ears were pleased to hear what I heard. 


Work /Photo Lauren/
Work /Photo Lauren/

Not for so long time after, I discovered that this man has his own God – the God one cannot touch, cannot see, the God one doesn’t need to cook for or pray for. His God was emptiness.
“What do You see? The piece or infinity?” – he once asked after putting the blank sheet of paper in front of me.
“This piece of paper is infinity of dots which you have ability to join” – he explained and added, that this was one of the most significant teachings he received from his teacher.
“Emptiness is a God” he continued and went to occupy a stone, which was his selected place for meditation or as he said – the practice of emptiness.



Abstraction by Professor 

The time went by and I continued to listen in the words of this man. It was interesting to hear his vision towards future, his explanation of the reality – how crucial for population’s development was the mixture of cultures in the past and present and how absorbent it becomes by transforming without any notice into superior specie of humanity. I was strongly against it, by feeling endangered my little country and its identity. But somehow his quite simple explanation that there is also a need for history calmed my spite and questions towards it. Yes, it thought, that it might be that, to conserve everything in the way it is would be stagnation, instead while mixing – the strongest will survive and the most valued will be absorbed for survival.
This man very soon earned his nickname - “Professor” and since then he stayed in this way for everyone who met him in the mango garden.



Lunch time in Gambira

But it was definitely not only his wisdom and intelligence which would capture my biggest “WHY?” and incomprehension. It was his own life, his own way of living.
Professor was more than 50 years old and he was passing his lifetime all alone. He had no children, and wasn't even thinking of one. But more - he had no woman. One would think – this charming adventure seeker probably by his way of speech has left quite a number of women waiting for him in all the places in the world where he lived, but not exactly. Since 22 years old, he hasn't had any physical relationship. “What??? How??? He is a man and all men are the same” I thought. “How is it possible? It does not fit the pattern.” And for real, I could not believe. Indeed I was amazed that there exists alive person who can prove that this over commercialized, bullshit - love story is not the only truth we need to follow. He proved that there is also a way to be yourself, to be your own, to be sufficient.  He has his best friends - books, which would not let him down in any possible place on the world. He who has been living in China for several years, isolated from society, so he can learn by living far away in the mountains. He understood the value of sexual energy which serves as the most powerful one the humans have, and which, without realizing, we continue to waste in every coming opportunity. He did not only learn it – he applied it for real. He applied it for its own life.



Abstraction by Professor 


He seemed for me almost like Helena Blavatsky in a male body, as she also needed to firm her celibate before she was accepted by Tibetan teachers. This man, my dear professor, – indeed shook my world and opened my eye range wider than it was.
“Emptiness is a God” I thought and followed him with my eyes, when he walked out of the Krishna gardens.


Abstraction by Professor 

Abstraction by Professor 

Abstraction by Professor 


God Nr.3

… there will be continue [as soon as I finish to put in the proper words]


With Love,
Anna