My dream
Pedro Samuel de Moura Torres
Since
at the age of six Moema used to dream of a boy with Caucasian appearance which
his mannerisms were so familiar to her. She was the fourth and the youngest daughter
of the tribe’s chief, so-called Apurinâ. They lived at the north of Amazon
River. Known as one of the most withdrawn and isolated tribes of all modern
civilizations. Contact with “white man” was just reported and consolidated in
stories and legends. At their meeting, around the campfire, Moema’s grandmother
used to tell mysterious and fascinating tales. Many of these stories were about
possible visits of weird beings, coming from unexplored and unknown worlds.
Moema, a very smart and curious indian girl was interested and delighted in
listening to these tales. She tried to materialize in her imagination a likely
unknown world.
One
day, at a Shamanism aboriginal ritual, with a contemplative and softened voice
tone, Moema narrated to her closest friend, Iracema.
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I had a dream today…
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hum! That´s cool! However it is so hard to identify when you´re not dreaming
away!
Iracema
teases her.
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This time it seemed so serious…hum…perhaps clearer. I may admit that I´m a daydreaming
and that the presence of someone persists in all my dreams, but I´ve never
dreamed with so much intensity.
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It is with that same boy? One you said he was so strange? One that is quite
similar to the myths your grandma tells?
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Yes…exactly the same. And I think that I´ve been dreaming about the so-called
“white man” as my grandma describes it.
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Hum! Is it?....well!...then how can you dream about someone you´ve never sow
before in all your existence?
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Yeah!... good question!...I have no plausible answers. However, having all the
mystic legacy of our tribe, we can find it!
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Probably. But could you describe this dream in details? Were
you also acting in it or were you just an observer?
Moema
finally managed to arouse the attention and interest of her friend. Taken by a
state of deep introspection, Moema, thoughtful and confusing, got lost of the
dialogue. Her father, the cacique, realizing the absent-mindedness of his
daughter, thought it was happening a natural change. After all, Moema was no
longer a child and whereas that her marriage had been premeditated since her
birth, she may be reflecting about it.
Picking
up the discussion, Moema replies:
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Right there on the mountains of the forest, lying at the north of the river,
among so many beauties of uncountable faunas… I was watching the jaguars that
stalked their prey, when suddenly I saw him.
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So….? What is he like? What was he doing? Keep telling!
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He was wearing an unusual dressing that I´ve never seen before! With a very
strange thing at the top of his head. He had the hair like the sunlight king;
his eyes were like the immensity of the ocean. His skin shined with the touch
of the king overshadowing my vision.
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Wow! What a thrill! I even shivered all over! Actually the given description is
pretty similar to your grandma stories. The most coherent answer would be that
as you´re so dreamy and fanciful, you were the one who went beyond. You saw and
imagined the “white man” exactly as they tell.
After the ritual, the Cacique Apurinã went to
his daughter and asked her:
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Moema! What happened to you? You and your friend did not pay attention to the
ritual. You better observe and participate in order to learn how to apply the
healing technics.
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Dad! I was reporting the dream I had
about the supposed white man.
Full
of irony, her father repudiated her dream.
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There´s no white man! You even don´t know if they truly exist!
With
a distempered and firm tone of voice Moema contests:
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But dad, grandma says so. And I saw him just like she describes him. Could I
consult the shaman to know if there is any explanation for these dreams?
With
a very authoritative and conclusive voice Apurinã ends up:
-I´ve
said already no! this can be dangerous! We cannot conjure spirits for useless
and Childish whims.
The
Indian girl started crying. She regretted the severity and emotionless in which
his father has treated her intimacy and mystery.
On a certain day, when Moema was almost
fifteen, betrothed to the son of the Shaman and at process of mutual
familiarization, she has convinced her fiancé that she really needed to consult
his father. Moema went to the tabernacle addressing herself to the Shaman and
asked him to conjure the spirits so that she would know who is the person that
is always probing her dreams. The Shaman was reluctant at first, but then
relented. At the ritual in which they conjured spirits, apparently unconscious,
the Shaman got transfigured, looked at her and said:
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That transparent light bird which you´ve contemplated and still sees in your
visions…is your soul mate. The past reincarnation of your current fiancé.
Moema
enquires:
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If thus, why are they so bodily different? And plus: why I haven´t never felt
that delightful feeling with my current fiancé as I felt with the one of my
dream?
The
so clever Shaman, did not want to mess up the marriage of his unfortunate son
and put him into humiliation for being rejected by his promised bride. He
diverted the truth, the one that the spirits had in fact revealed him.
Nevertheless,
Moema never gave it up, she remained loyal to her heart.
At
the large mountains with dense trees, an extensive chlorophyll which devoured
the whole territory; the sun emerging from a leonine yellow into a red orange,
on its daily journey, was setting on the skyline. In this beautiful sunset, a
day before her marriage, at such a contemplative moment, Moema was full of
doubts and enigmas. She stared down at her reflection on the river, the sun
saying good-bye. The languid and splendid moon in all its entire exuberance,
was flaunted in the sky saying hello at her arrival. So shining, limpid and
melancholically nostalgic. The river licking the reflection projected but the
moon, formed a path through the flowing water. After a moment with her eyes
closed, a sudden feeling of ecstasy invaded her heart, then she heard a voice
that rang like a soft song, so sweet that has sensually seduced her.
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Hey beautiful young lady! What are you doing here at this time?
Being
so shy and elusive, Moema abruptly turned her away and she could not understand
his language, however she comprehended him with the language of soul. When she
looked up, she faced with the young man of her dreams. Love at first sight.
They looked at each other with star sparks that flashed from their eyes.
Magnificently Close-conceived. He was the son of a colonizer of that lands,
still an uninhabited area, but with so many mysteries and idyllic beauties that
irradiated love, romance and everything that is heavenly and extraordinary.
Despite all the problems they had to face, the
original couple has consolidated their love, not only in their feeling but also
in life together. They ran away, crossed the sea and raised a wonderful family.
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