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Learning to Believe

Among the shamans of Peru’s Shipibo tribe, reality is not as finite as it seems.

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By Vincent Roazzi Jr.

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29 Dec 2017 - 8 Minute Read

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“Paty! Paty is your girlfriend!” the kids badger me in Spanish.

At least, that’s the assumption amongst the spreaders of romantic gossip in Shipibo tribe. Paty and I were platonic, but the kids were on the right track. I liked Paty. She was different.

The kids of my host family climb a 500-year-old tree in the jungle yards of the village.
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The kids of my host family climb a 500-year-old tree in the jungle yards of the village.

Paty had lived in France, spoke English fluently, and could weave a motorcycle through the jungle’s dirt roads like a pro on the dirt bike circuit. She was also a student of ayahuasca shamanism, a distinct culture and the reason I came to the Amazon.

And, she owned the only internet café in that particular stretch of the Amazon jungle, which is how we met. 

A view from the front of the bus that runs for 28 hours straight through the Andes, from Lima on the coast to Pucallpa in the Amazon.
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A view from the front of the bus that runs for 28 hours straight through the Andes, from Lima on the coast to Pucallpa in the Amazon.
After school, kids ask their parents for $1 to use the internet for an hour. They mostly watch YouTube videos and go on Facebook. Vincent Roazzi Jr.
Kids pay $1 for 1 hour of play on FIFA Xbox. Vincent Roazzi, Jr.

Four concrete walls housed six computers that clocked internet speeds reminiscent of dial-up’s garbling tone war. Black wires intertwined with the undergrowth of the jungle floor like ayahuasca vineyards.

I visited every day. Paty and I conversed about travel, life, love – everything. I hung out in one of her hammocks and savored mangoes from her trees. “Tranquilo,” my surrogate jungle father Enrique always said.

With Paty, I could finally speak with someone who had experienced the planet outside of this jungle. During the day, my Spanish deficiency rendered me mute, but at night Paty listened as I unfolded.

Paty posing with a giant moth we found flying around our hammocks during our late talks.
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Paty posing with a giant moth we found flying around our hammocks during our late talks.

Just before dinner, I would return home to the village where I was staying. My jungle mother, Magda, would be squatting over a campfire and a pot of boiling catfish.

“I don’t like you going over there,” she said one night, stirring the pot.

“Where?” I replied.

“Paty’s.” Her eyes were serious.

I learned that there was a feud between my host parents and Paty’s; a real jungle Hatfield/McCoy animosity between the families, who were both prominent shamans with some long-standing grudges.

“Ipo,” the tribe’s name for their favorite catfish with its famous zig-zagging scales. After the heart is removed, it is cooked whole in a salt and onion broth.
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“Ipo,” the tribe’s name for their favorite catfish with its famous zig-zagging scales. After the heart is removed, it is cooked whole in a salt and onion broth.

Even though Magda offered me a hut to sleep, taught me to scrub my clothes and scale a fish, I brushed her concerns aside. Besides, Paty’s family had welcomed me with similar hospitality.

A few nights later, Magda fastened a bracelet to my wrist – a defensive amulet. An evil wizard, she said, could be casting spells upon me. It was obvious whose black magic she was safeguarding me against. I rolled my eyes like a child who doesn’t want to fasten his seatbelt.

Paty and I continued our discourse, though less frequently out of respect. We ventured deeper into the truth about her tribe’s spirit world. 

My new life amid ancient folklore and generations of spiritual explorers was like listening to an alien abductee story and then having a NASA scientist say, “Yeah, all of that is true.” Paty understood and helped translate.

I learned that I was right to ask questions. Some mystic notions proved to be mere superstitions, but others, though intangible, seemed to me to be exceptionally real. Just as I understood an atomic world and the bits of data that powered Paty’s internet cafe, the shamans knew a world that I did not. 

My host father Enrique, one of the tribe’s most experienced shamans.
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My host father Enrique, one of the tribe’s most experienced shamans.

For example, there was the case of pishtacos, a group of western men with long white hair that supposedly flew in on helicopters and sea planes to abduct natives for their organs. Magda wouldn’t even let me leave the village at night because she deemed it too dangerous. (Paty cracked a smile at this.)

More believable were the plants used to cure body, mind, and spirit ailments. Some plants could enhance lucid dreaming, cure a stomachache, or clear a room of bad energy.

The plants spoke to the shaman, Enrique taught me, and revealed their curative properties. Through ayahuasca ceremony, a determined shaman could discover new plant cures that might even go as far as curing cancer.

My host sister smokes a tobacco cigar in preparation for an ayahuasca ceremony. Tobacco helps clear out negative energy. Vincent Roazzi Jr.
My host sister smokes a tobacco cigar in preparation for an ayahuasca ceremony. Tobacco helps clear out negative energy.
This plant is given to a child that is having trouble learning how to walk for the first time. Its scientific name is heliconia rostrata.
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This plant is given to a child that is having trouble learning how to walk for the first time. Its scientific name is heliconia rostrata.

Paty assured me this visionary access was real, and that ayahuasca helped in the revelation, but it was not always required. Incredibly, many of these remedies accessed via psychedelic ceremony and used by the shamans for generations are used in western medicine for identical issues. This was a valuable empirical link – the link I needed to help me believe that the shaman are not all folklore, and that their spiritual knowledge might be just as valuable as their medical knowledge.

Truth and reality became more relative. I had to accept that their reality was independent of mine, and that both realities co-existed in a world of infinite realities.

Host parents, Magda and Enrique, prepare for an ayahuasca ceremony. The muddy liquid stored in a reused plastic soft drink bottle is the psychedelic plant brew. The ceremony will last five hours, and Magda and Enrique will guide participants through song or “icaros.”
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Host parents, Magda and Enrique, prepare for an ayahuasca ceremony. The muddy liquid stored in a reused plastic soft drink bottle is the psychedelic plant brew. The ceremony will last five hours, and Magda and Enrique will guide participants through song or “icaros.”

The spirit world would remain a mystery, however. I could only take Paty’s word that it existed as their plant world did. If I wanted to understand it, I thought, I would have to return to the Amazon many times and dedicate myself to studying under a shaman. But after three months, it was time for me to leave.

On my last day, Paty gave me a handwoven adornment decorated with florescent ayahuasca snakes, my mother bestowed more defensive armlets, and the tribe’s leader gathered a plant potion for health, luck, and love.

The potion has survived dozens of flights since then and I apply it under special circumstances because I believe in its power. I pass it along to others who require it, and if they believe in it, it works.

I still receive occasional Facebook messages from Paty, and Magda, and other members of the tribe, sent from a wired internet cafe deep inside the jungle, reaching out to speak from the other side.

Editor's note: Be aware, if you're on drugs (natural or not), you could put yourself in danger.

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Vincent Roazzi Jr. is a photographer from New York City with a passion for photographing people and culture around the world.

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