Further insights in the shamanic journey.
Jerome, my newly-found Mayan Shaman friend, was born in Belize, and had travelled before settling, for the present, in Yucatan, Mexico.
I had been surprised at how vividly alive the Mayan culture was in this part of Central America. It was not just a done-for-tourists thing, it was deeply real; an identity with a gentle, spiritual and creative race, even down to the carefully-preserved ancient Mayan language that an increasing number of the region’s people speak.
Initially, I had presumed that what was Mayan had been contained in what is now Mexico; but its peaceful ’empire’ had stretched far along the narrow strip of land that links the Americas.
“Everyone was poor in Belize,” he said. There was no regret in his words, it was simply how things were.
“How things are…” His eyes flashed the deeper meaning up at me as we sat, otherwise alone, in the quiet of…
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