I will change your life

Friday, March 16th was the last day I would be nearby João de Deus, in the Casa Dom Inácio de Loyola. Siting in the same room. In silence. Eyelids shut. For four hours. Wearing a white dress I bought for the occasion. The corrente. The meditation a hundred people attend every morning and afternoon, from Monday to Friday.

We all say the same

She got me in the dark garden, around midnight. I am laying on my belly, on the small concrete wall, eyelids shut, forehead resting on the back of my hands. I recognize Her as the chants of the cicadas become very clear and sharp in my ears. She is waking up slowly inside my brain, coming to life nearly six hours after I drank the tea. This is not a surprise anymore. It is our second encounter; I now know that my body assimilates the chemicals much slower than normal. This is not an unexplainable mysterious phenomenon, but rather one that is chemically explainable.