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Christmas Message from Takiwasi
Dear friends,
Like every Christmas, I am urged to say a few words on the occasion of this Celebration of Light, as if I had to know how to find the right words to speak in such difficult times. As if I had a quick solution, an automatic ayahuasca inspiration. And I feel very helpless! What a mystery is this insolence of Evil that attack us at this moment! What uncertainties about the immediate future and the distant future! I feel very small.
But perhaps this is the beginning of the "solution", the smallness...
Because if there is anything that Christmas illustrates, it is the equally incredible mystery of such a "small" God. Who chooses the "little ones" ... It is almost always the children that the Virgin chooses in order to speak to us. Father Gobbi was astonished that God chose him to launch the Marian Movement of Priests, to which Jesus replied that it was a very good reason because, given his limitations, it would be difficult to doubt that it came from something (or someone) who surpasses him.
A difficult case presented itself to Takiwasi of a person who had suffered for 8 years from a real ordeal and who had tried all possible treatments and spiritual supports. Then a plant that we had never used showed up in an inspiration. A plant so common and used every day, that it is found in all the gardens and streets of Tarapoto, even in my backyard. It was this plant that saved this person and ended 8 years of nightmares ...
I often tell the story of a patient who dreamed of lemongrass to solve certain problems and refused to use it, considering that it was not really a true "shamanic" plant. His ailments, including physical ones, ceased as soon as he agreed to take lemongrass baths.
It was "small" but fair and precise, at that precise moment and not another.
The little words, the little gestures, the little cuteness of everyday life. Do I really believe in the force of love which is stronger than death?
Faced with the terrifying threats represented by the consequences of the health crisis, gene injections, alphanumeric codes and so many everyday nonsense, I tell myself that a "small" grain of sand from Providence can thwart the most convoluted plans of the wicked. We observe here how tobacco and clay, for example, make it possible to cope with all these imposed poisonings or even with simple purges of sauco and rosa sisa.
Because of his pride, Satan did not see the baby in the manger, too small for his "greatness". And yet it is He who will undo it. Staying small, helpless, discreet, vulnerable, that is perhaps what we need to get in tune with the Child Jesus, to hide in his humility and so that He whispers words of Hope and Peace in our ears.
Jacques Mabit, Christmas 2021.
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