Onikano Is Magic (Experience).
Hello internet, hope you’re all enjoying your respective life-realms.
I have been fortunate enough to receive both treatment and training at Onikano several times in this lifetime. To express my infinite gratitude I here present a poem I wrote.
Chullachaki Caspi is one of the great Teacher Trees at Onikano, and is the protector of the Amazon – and a very, very dear guide and friend. To unhelpfully complicate things, in the poem below Chullachaki Caspi also represents Herberto, Tia, Eunice, the rest of the amazing staff, the wonderful Teacher Plants Ayahuasca, Chakruna, Bobinsana, Remo Caspi, Wimba, Ayahuma, Huachuma, Toe, Pinon, Sananga, Mapacho, & more, and of course the Lake, the Ceremony House, and everyone else at Onikano & the Jungle Themselves – and the Little Dream is me.
Chullachaki Caspi and the Healing of the Little Dream
'Chullachaki Caspi awoke one day,
from within a dream unreal,
from another life in which they lived,
and journey here betwix.
The Jungle greeted them with words
beyond those known to me,
And Chullachaki held out their glistening boughs
And embraced their friends so dear.
Chullachaki spent their day
travelling to and fro,
Across the Jungle their spirit did fly,
A-weaving they did go.
A broken note, a fractured tone,
Chullachaki quickly fixed
The symphony of the Jungle all,
Chullachaki tuned by ear.
Though:
Amidst the magic of the Jungle,
(happy as can be)
there stood an outline of a form,
the figure of the Little Dream.
Unlike the technicolour bliss of green,
the Little Dream was grey and limp.
They did not want to join in the Jungle games,
And stood a-ways not near.
The Snakes, Panthers, Capybara, and Ants,
they all extended their hands(/paws/legs).
But the Little Dream was sick and could not grasp,
Their friendly offer of alms.
As soon as Chullachaki did espy,
the Little Dream not joining in,
they ventured close and peer-ed down,
And took the Little Dream under their sway.
The inner-worlds of the Little Dream,
they’d been left to wilt and rot.
The ancient cosmic engineers that built those worlds,
Of the Little Dream they forgot.
Chullachaki took their magic key
(the fabled astral key of yore),
And unlocked the inner-worlds of the Little Dream.
And bravely travelled for.
And so:
Chullachaki unfurled the underlying energetic fabrics of the Little Dream
(made of sound, vibrations, and other secret cosmic things)
And rewrote the magical music score.
Chullachaki’s secrets I will not spill,
the unspoken oath I will not break,
all I can say is that the great Caspi,
the Little Dream once again did awake.
Indeed, the Little Dream awoke next morn,
feeling a feeling forgot,
A feeling they hadn’t felt in years a-score.
From a distant time before.
Could barely the Little Dream describe in words
the sudden rush of warmth and bliss,
a sensation they barely dared to feel again,
they thought they remembered it was called ‘H-A-P-P-I-N-E-S-S’?
The Little Dream knew not how
upon Chullachaki to express
in a way that truly did convey
the true magnitude of their ever-thanks.
Therefore the Little Dream bravely logged on
to the hell-realm that is whichever reviews platform I end up posting this on,
and with their fingers they did clickety-clack,
a little poem in which they told all.
After which::
Yellows, Greens, Purples, and Golds,
the magic Colours flew down from the Sky,
the Little Dream they embraced once more,
and to Wonderland they did again fly.'
Thank you for reading. Above is also the drawing of Chullachaki Caspi dream-weaving that I worked on during the healing.
Olly.
(redditors, pls do not be mean to me).