The Bliss of Brazil & the Second Coming

By Jasmuheen

In the heart of the Amazons I found the greatest inner teacher I have ever known, a teacher who took me into levels of understanding and insights that allowed me to come out of the Amazon jungle with a feeling that I had been both disassembled and reborn.
I invite you to keep an open mind as you journey with me through the following pages, for many issues will be raised. Two extremes will be looked at deeply – from the sacred, ritualistic use of ancient power plants among the shaman of our world, to the favelas (slums) of Rio with their drug lords, violence and the aftermath of all that prohibition delivers in such places. While we share the different ways people alter their consciousness to release the natural opiates of the mind, in the final part of this book we assess Global Drug use, startling statistics that show the ineffectiveness of prohibition and offer solutions to it all!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 30, 2011
• ISBN: 9781326753818

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The Bliss of Brazil & the Second Coming

The Bliss of Brazil & The Second Coming

Implementing the Prana Program

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INSTIGATING, RECORDING & SUMMARISING

HUMANITY’S

CO-CREATION OF PARADISE

Preface

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The white man forgets his homelands and after he is dead will wander through the stars. But our dead never forget this beautiful land because it is our mother. Each fragment of land is sacred to my people. Each leaf gleaming on the trees, each sandy beach, each wisp of mist in the dark forest are sacred in the tradition and consciousness of our people. We know one thing; the land does not belong to man, it is man who belongs to the land. It was not man who wove the fabric of life. He is merely a thread in it. Everything done to this fabric of life is done to oneself.

Indian Chief

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Introduction

After 12 years of traveling to share my experiential research in The Prana Program, I had begun to feel that it was time for a new direction in my service work and also time for a new adventure of personal expansion.

A year or so ago I had received a clear instruction in my meditations, that some of my future work lay in the direction of the Indigenous people of the world. At the time this did not make much sense to me, although I knew that I was to take the newly refined Prana Program into Third World countries and that Brazil was to be my first project with this.

In my meditations, Mother Mary – as my inner guide and mentor – had told me to trust regarding the upcoming indigenous connection, that all I had to do was open the door to this possibility, act impeccably as one of her representatives, show up when and where I was invited, and then allow it to unfold. Armed with these easy instructions, I did as guided and this book is the result.

At first, as I wrote of this adventure in my journal, I thought that its main purpose was to record the unfoldment of The Prana Program in the jungles and favelas of Brazil. It soon became evident that this recording would cover so much more. In the heart of the Amazons I found another deeper layer to the greatest inner teacher I have ever known, a teacher who took me into levels of understanding and insights that allowed me to come out of the Amazon jungle with a feeling that I had been both disassembled and reborn.

In this book we touch on not just The Prana Program but also the diplomacy required when planting seeds for new evolutionary paths, plus we delve deeply into another major passion of mine, the access and experience of the Divine Doorways we hold within, yet this time we cover it all from a different pathway which is that of the Sacred Teacher Plants.

Going beyond the veils of illusions that separate us from our true nature is a natural part of our journey into light, as is the companion experience of exploring the field of infinite love that pulses like an eternal ocean within each atom of our being. The gifts that this field of love and its enlightening nature impart have always been the focus of my work in the world and the fact is that one of its gifts has the potential to have a huge positive impact on environmental issues and world hunger challenges.

Little did I realize as I entered the jungles and found myself in the heart of the Amazons among the people of this great forest, that I would be freed from another level of my own hunger for in the heart of the jungle I found my hunger to be in a community field of true harmony completely fulfilled.

I invite you to keep an open mind as you journey with me through the following pages, for many issues will be raised. Two extremes will be looked at – from the sacred, ritualistic use of ancient power plants among the shaman of our world, to the favelas (slums) of Rio with their drug lords and guns, and the aftermath of all that prohibition delivers in such places. In both the jungle and the slums I found magic and mentors and valuable new mindsets.

My adventures with this took me to communities in harmony holding onto the highest ideals, and to communities in great poverty struggling to survive, and through it all one cannot help but feel the energy of Mother Mary and the Christ, and the principles they still encourage us to embody. Sometimes as I wrote I felt that this book could be titled something like ‘Preparation for the Second Coming’ as the focus on this seemed to be so strong as I experienced things I’d only dreamed of.

I hope that my writings can capture the spirit of the greatest adventure of my life and one of the most transforming. I went to the jungles of Brazil not knowing where I was going, not looking for anything at all for I was completely fulfilled, feeling as if I couldn’t possibly have any more experiences that could eclipse what I had already encountered in my life. And yet in the heart of the jungle I discovered yet again that there is always more.

With love, light and laughter – Jasmuheen.

PART 1 – Jungle Journeys & the Amazing Amazon

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16th November 2006 – Rio Branco Acre State, Amazonia Brazil

I can’t believe I’m in the Amazon jungle or that I am hanging on to the seat of a car that is careening along a potholed dirt road at a speed that could easily kill us.

It seems like a moment ago that my companions and I were safe in Rio Branco feeling exhilarated to be setting off in an old car with a driver entrusted by the Mapiá community to bring their guests to the village of Boca do Acre.

It seems like only moments ago that we were all feeling well-rested and looking forward to our jungle adventure and now we could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Our driver appears to be oblivious to it all as we steal sideways glances at each other in concern that at any moment he could lose control of the car.

I breathe deeply trying to calm myself and relax enough to trust that our driver is well trained and I soon notice as the car swings left to right that the driver handles the wheel with the touch of an expert lover. Thankfully he is good and it soon becomes apparent that he has driven these roads many times before and so I spontaneously sigh, feeling it’s good to just get into his rhythm and trust. Even though the speed at which we are traveling is dangerous, as I relax it soon elicits an adrenaline high and I feel like a teenager again.

As the terrain becomes even more hazardous the driver slows down a little and so the tension lessens and we begin to take in more of the scene around us. Strangely I need to remind myself that we’re actually in the Amazons because all I see are acres of lush green fields full of white cattle and the further we drive the more cattle I see and less trees. Within the hour we pull over to change a flat tire with a very bald spare that looks like it has seen better days. With no chance to repair the flat, and a four to five hour drive ahead of us, we do what alchemy we can to ensure our safety and set off. The road soon turns to an even wider red dirt mess filled with countless potholes, and as the rain begins to fall our driver reveals his prowess as a serious contender for the Grand Prix.

Still choosing to stay calm and match his rhythm I find myself smiling delightedly as we slip and slide along the now muddy roads and for a while I can ignore the devastation of the Amazonian landscape. Lush green grassland sparsely dotted with tropical trees, literally flies by us as the old Volkswagen sashays and splutters up the road through a sea of unstable slush. The ride is bumpy, the old car uncomfortable but sturdy and thankfully there is only three hours to go till we reach Boca do Acre to rest before our journey resumes by canoe tomorrow.

While white Zebu cattle continue to fill the passing landscape in overwhelming quantity, I wonder what the land here was like a hundred years ago, before the rainforest and its pristine environment fell to the loggers and cattle Barons. Still what was, was, and what is now, simply is.

They say that the Amazon stimulates feelings of both awe and deep peace and as we stop for a roadside coffee we toast to our current adventure. Pleased to be out of the car are four women with a shared vision, on a lonely dirt road, off to the heart of the jungle.

Within moments of being back on the road the rains have become torrential and even though the windscreen wipers are too slow to provide good visibility still our driver deftly soldiers on, traversing the terrain at speeds that remain a danger to us all. Again I surrender to the hands of fate and trust that we will arrive in one piece at our destination for it is not my day to die. Instead I decide to be thankful to be inside the car, dry and out of the rain, and instinct tells me the journey ahead will be a lot easier if I choose always to see the positive side.

Unable to watch the road ahead, due to the slowness of the windscreen wipers and the fog that is misting up our vision; my mind drifts back to other more drama filled rides.

India.

The scene is similar, except without the rains, and the road from Delhi to the Taj Mahal is littered with cattle and people as we pass through endless villages driven by our guide who for some reason drives wild-eyed and too fast through each village, and then slows to a virtual halt when we hit the open road. As I become alerted to his erratic driving I realize he keeps falling asleep behind the wheel and so begins the challenge of keeping him awake as he dismisses our offer to take over the driving. 

With this memory fresh again within me I give thanks that the driver now beside me is happily wide-awake which is another blessing for it could be worse. As the rains continue the landscape becomes shrouded in mist and we drive deeper into the heart of this glorious land. The once wide road has virtually disappeared as floodwaters rise to fill it from either side and we swerve to miss a convoy of oncoming cattle trucks that are filled to the brim with their slaughtered cargo.

The car skids wildly to glide across the slippery surface and we travel sideways up the road until the driver manages to face us back in the right direction. Suddenly the shrill sound of a mobile breaks the silence and the driver struggles to reach his phone. As he answers it and begins to talk we finally spin out of control and the car flies off the road and slides over the embankment. I am literally stunned as we drive off road and I watch as through it all he manages to drive with one hand and talk while we all hold on for dear life.

If I had been driving I would have thrown the mobile phone down and given the situation all of my attention until I managed to bring the careening car back onto the road, but no our driver is too cool and composed for that. Certain we could easily hit another gully and roll over, these moments are harrowing and just as my knuckles turn white with the effort to hold on, he finally regains control.

Within minutes we are back on a bitumen surface and I feel relieved at the narrow escape yet here too the road is crumbled and badly potholed and feels no different to driving through the gully we have left. Miraculously the driver is still glued to his mobile phone and amazingly he never missed a beat of his conversation. He now drives as though nothing has just occurred while we silently send out prayers of gratitude and vow to never let him answer his mobile while driving with us in such conditions again.

And so it goes as hour after hour is filled with tension and drama as we confront the elements in a car ill equipped to handle the terrain in comfort, with a driver whose nonchalance is simultaneously relaxing but also potentially dangerous.

Soon the smell of an abattoir overwhelms our senses and with the sign of Boca do Acre looming before us, we all breathe a sigh of relief that is short lived as our driver suddenly accelerates. As kids, dogs and people on bicycles fill the streets, he finally slows down as a truck blocks our path and I revel in the sudden stillness. Slowly my body falls into a more centered place and again I become the watcher quietly observing the state of play for it is just not worth being engulfed by all the tension.

Tired and relieved we finally come to our journey’s end where we are greeted by our guide who will motor us up the Purus River in the morning. As I enter my room in the Floresta Hotel I close my door and take another deep breath determined to enjoy the solitude before our next adventure can begin. We made it. A day’s journey via a drive filled with enough excitement to last a lifetime and yet it has only all just begun!

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17th November 2006 – Boca do Acre

The village of Boca do Acre dots the banks of the Purus and Acre Rivers. With a population of around 28,000, it’s hard to see how all can be accommodated but they are and village life here is noisy and chaotic. With our party of one dark and three blonde haired, light skinned women, we find ourselves to be the object of fascination as the villagers stare at us or call out in a friendly way.

Yesterday in the late afternoon Erika and I found the most beautiful church directly behind our hotel. White walled and open, its energy was delightful and beckoned us to enjoy sanctuary within her.

I return to the church early this morning before we leave to find it open and so I meditate further on the relevance of the prana program in Brazil and the seed we have already planted. I have found in my service work over the last decade that we have needed to reach through all levels of society to educate regarding the Prana Program – from political levels, to those with educational and economic power, to those struggling for survival in the street.

Our talk earlier in the car had turned to President Lula and his winning of the last election and how this happened regardless of the revelation of the corruption and scandal that was found within his government. Lula is a president who once pledged to seriously address hunger and poverty issues among Brazil’s poorer people, people who make up nearly 80% of the population. Yet he has so far failed to do this and so many are shocked that he has been returned to govern for another term.

As I sit in the small church in the early hours of the morning I make a mental note to meditate more on this and open the inner plane fields for Lula and myself to meet in the future to discuss what the Prana Program can do to help his original vision. I trust that if this is meant to be then perhaps he will call me to meet with him like his predecessor did.

It’s interesting how we can choose to view life as being filled with either challenges or opportunities, and how diligently we can work only to have it all destroyed by some form of politics or another, and how we can trust that if things are meant to be then they will come about in perfect time. Alternatively we can choose to give up and dismiss our dreams and visions by placing them in the ‘too hard basket’.

The road to here has been long and difficult in more ways than one. Years of talks with people in power, years of trials and tribulations, years of holding visions and dreams for perfect outcomes. And now we are here trusting in the perfection of what is to come after months of preparation, of working out daily in the gym to get fitter and stronger than ever before as well as months of deep meditation and reflection following the strongest inner call.

It is good to have at my side in this project, Erika Witthuhn, a seventy-year-old German, living in Belgium who has lived primarily on just prana for the last five years. Fit and healthy with a biological age of seventeen, she also demonstrates great Grace and is a worthy companion for this current adventure. An ex-translator for the European Union in Brussels, speaking five languages and well connected to various Peace Universities and the Findhorn community, Erika adds another example of someone living on prana.

It is great also to work with Dulce Continentino, the director/producer who has filmed much of the Amazon for various BBC and international film projects. We met at Campos do Jordao last year and discovered that we shared similar visions for Brazil and the children of our world. Shortly after attending my workshop she healed herself of a debilitating issue to the degree that she could walk and dance again. A catalyst and contributing agent to her healing was the 21 day living on light process that she successfully underwent in a small village north of Rio. With all her years of documentary making and wisdom, Dulce is also our connection to the people of the jungle and the favelas and at less than five feet tall she still cuts an imposing figure.

This morning as I look at my three companions around the table in the hotel’s coffee area, I realize that the four of us are all in our own way powerful and clear women who have been brought together to do something quite magical. Erika, Dulce and also Sandra who has long been one of the leading proponents of pranic healing in Brazil; a keen supporter of Choa Kok Sui and his research into using the pranic force for healing and energizing the human system, Sandra began to organize my work in Brazil many years ago and so we are well bonded.

Last in this group is myself, someone who is seen by some as the most vocal proponent in the world in the research field of using prana as an alternative nourishment system. Four strong independent women with a common vision of a future filled with healthy and happy children in our world.

After further discussions of our goals and objectives we set the intention that everything we need to do will be made manifest with Grace for the highest good of all. As an inner voice reminds me, sometimes we have to just be impeccable, show up and then trust all will be perfect no matter how many obstacles appear.

We had earlier been informed by Dulce that our trip to the Amazons had been reorganized and that instead of going into three or four jungle communities we would instead be only going to Mapiá. As we learn more of the structure of this community, Erika and I both simultaneously recall our visit to the Damanhur community near Turin in Italy, a place that we were invited to visit many years before.

As I write in my journal waiting for our boat to be loaded with supplies, my mind wanders back to Turin to the old church which on the day of our visit stood imposingly against a graying sky. I remember clearly how as we approached the church’s main doors thunderous clouds were forming almost warning us to stay away. Rumors had abounded that in the basement of the huge cathedral, satanic rites had long been practiced and as I laid my hand on the handles of the cathedral’s massive front doors I heard a click from the inside and realized that it was being locked. Maybe we were too late and it was closing for the day or maybe we just weren’t meant to enter.

Regardless of the atmosphere Erika and I were buoyant and sat excitedly on the steps and I realized that what we couldn’t do on the inside, we could still do on the outside. And so I began