ABORIGENA

I’ve been gathering together some strings inside of me.

There are cosmic roots, soul roots and earth roots that I’ve been pulling together. They are coming together right now in this moment of my life, because not only it’s in a sense what I came here to do, but it’s a work I’ve been putting my energy into and it’s been a whole project, research, a whole identity that I’ve been not even constructing or building up but actually uncovering, revealing. And it’s about the path, my journey and this life….

Every time I travel, I get insights about this and other lives. Maybe because every encounter and every place feels like stepping into layers, timelines where my soul had left something pending and also, some treasures to collect. So my awakened psique appears in people’s life’s as a glimpse, as a reflection, as a revelation, and then, my gypsy heart must keep on the journey of the mysteries that call upon this vessel. To be lived and felt in this current flesh.

Traveling has stopped being the adventure of the wonderer, and started looking more like the mission of the hermit. Where synchronicities hit deeper, and they appear beyond a sunset with a summer love, into an encounter with shamans and monks that have been walking besides my soul since the beginning. Where dreams and presence blend in a reality where I no longer know which one is more fantastic.

Lately I discover something very deep within. The past two years that I was back home in Colombia, I noticed many things. Not only that I had a purpose and a project to work on; some material, art, craft to keep polishing and nourishing, that was inviting me to follow, to submerge into this whole adventure that’s taking me, but also that my soul was asking me to go deeper and deeper within and without.

After two beautiful, active years in Colombia, working on a Cultural House we opened with my brother, after playing being an artist manager for one of my favorite bands, I knew deep down I was not meant to be there anymore. I knew I was meant for something bigger and more than bigger, something that is more true to me. So I said ok, feels like it’s time to move again. The signs are clear and my energy is no longer resonating here. It’s time to go on the road again. Just this time, the pull wasn’t to go outside backpacking and putting a stamp in my passport, checking on a list of places and diverse tourist attractions. I didn’t wanted to just walk aimlessly. Not that there’s something bad or wrong with it, its just wasn’t in my focus this time. This time, I came to the journey of my life. I knew that I wasn’t going just to travel, for a trip and then coming back. I was going out to live life, to begin my life, to appropriate and reclaim my energy, my days, my time, my ideas and what I want to build and make out of this life. So I decided to go to specific places that were sounding strong. The calling was about community, nature and somewhere I could nourish my craft. This stood as centerline, in the middle of my two eyebrows, where my intuition lays and coordinates, carried by the leader of the orchestra; the one that pumps the rhythm.

I’m naturally a writer. Perhaps we all are. But this writing, made me go a step further. Back in 2019, living a winter in Germany, being more inside than outside, I started writing that kind of poetry that comes with the feminine urge to express the sentiments felt deeply and with the naivety of a recent broken heart. Somehow those poems started having a sense of songs and I was astonished by it. (Germany Chapter) So this songs started to ask to come to the animated world, to the density of papers and sounds. Then, I felt the tsunami. As magnificent, as scary. To dive into the so unknown and unexplored territories for me, of a language so sacred and complex: Music. I saw myself caught up in a not going back journey. I resisted. It was a big imposition from the songs at one point. A big challenge, you know? Music. But yeah, I had songs to give life to. Four years passed, and now I was able to maneuver the playing and singing together. The composing with what I had at the moment. Every time improving the lyrics, discarding some cringy stuff and slowly discovering a new voice. And that feeling, that rippling feeling and effect that happens inside the body when you create, when you bring to life something with your own bear hands, effort and voice, is the feeling of being truly alive and letting the primordial energy run through you while you observe it. That’s also the greatness of music, the blend of our basic aspects, consciousness and energy. The blend of both sides of the brain, the hopping into the symphony of the eternal where we can all meet and unite.

So the compass of the journey headed to where I could nourish from Music, find new teachers that will help me grow in my skills, and where I could find community and nature, all at the same time. This was my direction to take and so I decided to go first to the south of India. (Kalari Chapter) Then to Thailand, south of Thailand, to a specific island I had visited years ago and held a special place in my memory. Then to Indonesia, to Bali, where I had booked a Yoga course I knew was going to give me more tools not only for my current job as Kundalini teacher but also for life. I always told myself; “I must nourish first the being, cause then everything will become easier.” So before jumping into a bigger abyss on music, I must work on the aspects of self, so I can be brave enough to walk on the unsteady waters of being an artist. This for sure would become an important part of my growth and will be of course, the continuity of my spiritual path. I also explored the many communities that were making a lot of noise around, asking to be checked out. Not finding an anchor that convinced my thirsty soles, I continued my way and finally came back again to Thailand, this time to the north. To a Buddhist city among the mountains, called Chiang Mai. The beauty was the rainy season I arrived to and had to experience. Rain meaning pure nourishment. My soul was feeling just as it. Rejoicing in the pouring drops running through my roots and skills making them grow stronger.

I started noticing the diversity inside myself. Also Colombia is a very diverse country. There has been such a huge and wide convergence of cultures from all around the world and somehow I feel I have all of them inside of me. Not only from this life, but perhaps that was the reason why I was born there too, where I could get a compile of them all. Tying some strings with my recent studies, the places I was walking by and all the feelings I was bottling up inside of me, I was really receiving my souls essence. Places I’ve been in other lives, like Nepal, Thailand, India, all these remind me of myself in a deeper level but also all this western side roots of course.

When I was studying Yoga, we were learning about the history and how it all started in a civilization called the Indus Valley, what is now the northwest of India and Pakistan, long time ago, around 3300BCE. There was this group of humans living amongst a river who were practicing what is now called Bhakti Yoga, which translates to Devotional Yoga. And so this people used to have one person in the community who would be the most connected and aligned with the cosmic source and as well to the Earth, and would bring guidance and wisdom to the community. The whole tribe would gather and dance around the river and the fire making sounds that would connect them in a ritualistic way to the divine and to their own definition of The life force. Life was a ceremony. So in a sense, we could say that this Indus Valley civilization was holing depth and truth in their eyes, but this was only one of all the many different tribes that lived on earth at that time. All the trines and beings living in different continents and contexts, were also connected in their own way to the Source. So it’s a human inherent part of us to have sing, dance and rituals to express ourselves in many different ways and as a collective. To be a community. Different from now when we operate in a more individualistic self centered consciousness, and operating how we are, after the history of the colonization as we know it already. So devotion comes to be a very interesting part of our humanity and nature.

Times passed and colonization gained momentum. A disconnection from soul and nature began to spread. Colonization then took a stronger breath and strength to expand and industrialize as we more or less know now. Back in Indonesia, I realize there were many tribal groups still going on around. As well as I know there are in Colombia and other places of the world such as Australia, Perú, New Zealand, Africa… I started thinking, hey, these people, they are still connected to the source, they know the real deal, just as these people from the Indus Valley. They are not worried about how they look. Their concerns and daily lives dwell more around true expression. Connection and essence as holding together the tapestry of humanity. Expression as devotion. Having a strong bond with traditions, honoring lineages. And singing not for sounding nice and reaching the perfect pitch, but to feel the connection with the divine, with the ancestors, and with other realms that will take them into a higher consciousness and different layers of the being. Another aspect to gather.

Of course, the mother land Africa that it’s impregnated in all of us and that I know it beats in me like I know there’s a drum in my chest that sends blood to my body. And my lovely adorable Shamanic roots, my indigenous roots from the Muiscas, Chibchas, Wiwas, that ancient wisdom very tight to the cycles of the earth, of birth and death, of the sun and moon, of the sacred lagoons and mountains. It is very connected with the animal spirits, the trees, and this deep sense of connection with nature and Spirit. Seems like at the end of the day, it all meets into one same origin. Like the various sacred texts. They converge into the same, in essence, and it’s just the way that’ interpreted what changes.

All of this lives inside of me, pulsates alive. I remembered then, how we used to have a collective consciousness. And how we started going more towards an individual consciousness. Which is not actually something bad at all, something we should blame or point as ‘wrong’. It’s important and necessary. The thing is, we forgot the collective consciousness. We put it aside completely, and we just focused on our individual self and lives, because cities do that. Cities tend to individualized oneself, even if we are surrounded by people, we start feeling alone. Even surrounded by people, we let go of the caring for the other —for each other. So I believe in the vision of my eye, that we must bring this collective consciousness back. The sense of connection, the sense of cooperation, knowing that we all make part of an ecosystem, that we are not only tied to the Earth, nature, and to each other, but also to our ancestors, the cosmos and yes, of course, to our individual self as well.

So yeah. I gathered all this inside of me and all the dots and strings started to pull themselves inside of my brain making synapsis in my neurons and as a sparkle, a gleam inside of me, a big bang, a high pitch sound inside of me, I arrived. I came down (or up. Or both) to The Origin. All the way to the nucleus of the essence. Not only of my soul, but the soul of us all. I remembered, as I know many of you also remember, we are ABORIGINALS. Rivers. Channels of the universe. We are expression of the universe. Of the big energy consciousness that permeates everything. We’ve been here on Earth for so long. We can sense her, we can remember in our hearts the song of purity. And now that we’re spread and blended all together again, there’s no need to go back to sacrificing rituals and painful ceremonies, we have now the opportunity to create new ones. To create the legacies for the upcoming generations. Something that would give us identity as collective and will thread the tapestry of life connected with divinity and the invisible world. Merging realities in a sense of spiritual diversity. Gatherings with deeper meaning. Knowing we are all connected and part of something bigger. The consciousness of Gaia and the intelligent, vital energy that impregnates everything. We have now the possibility to reimagine a whole sense of Earth and community. Specially when there’s so much distruction going on around. It makes space for they new, it gives fuel to build with intention.

I realize here in Chiang Mai, one day when I was walking in the mountains, when Mother Earth said to me: “Hello baby. You are back and you remember now. You’ve been here before and it’s so long ago that you haven’t come back. So welcome back in these times, in this places, and in this form that you took now” and wow. To understand that I’ve been here on Earth since the begging, before the colonizations and civilizations, that I carry in my blood all the wisdom of the different lands and lineages that compose me, makes me truly feel an Aboriginal. So I decided to call myself as such. Aborigena. Aborigena as an artistic name where I could grasp from and own my life, because it’s not only something that I thought about. It’s a path that I’ve been living one step after the other, one life after the other. With all the vision and contemplation of my heart, and all the questioning of my curious mind, and all the grief of amnesia and all the rage of the longing for freedom and the remembrance. All that my heart and flesh has taken, and how it all has beat towards this remembrance. Not only for me to reclaim this sovereignty, but also to make myself a home, and as well, one for those who also remember. Home for those who are also looking for one, for community. Who still are looking for their tribe and their home because they left their cities and lives, in search for truth. We are looking for home. A new home that would feel truly safe. Truly a place of expression, liberation, and cooperation. A coming back to the rhythms that we know exist out of a system that is disconnected from harmony. So this is really a space for tribe. And not only to make one tribe, but for tribes to come together, gather and share our diversity. Because we know that is in the difference where lies the flavor, the scent and essence of divinity, and the joy of life. Discovering each other. Learning from each other. Nourishing from each other.

And I feel these are interesting times to bring this to life because we have open the gate. We have seen the bottom of this clear river and we’re not going back to blindness. We’re not going back to slavery. We are brave, courageous, and we have nothing to lose. We have all our lives to devote into this new paradigm, this new idea of existing, new ways of living with each other and among nature, and so that’s why I want to make this a home. For me, for you, for all the ones that remember and want to make part of new ways, new creations and foundations from where the newborns will also be able to remember. And of course, for the expansion and recreation of the symphony we make part of.