At the end of the meditation phase we call the Concentration in the Santo Daime tradition, I noticed my nephew looked sad and worried. Then we took a break to set up for the next portion, a Dance form. My nephew was passing in front of me, when I reached around him and embraced him. He asked me to come with him into the Healing area. There he said, “Uncle could you talk to my (inner) little boy? He’s frightened and in a terribly dark place.” I put my hands on his shoulders and looked directly into his eyes telling him about what happened on his last birthday, when he turned 36 a few months ago. I was talking to the child, reminding him how much he loved to play the maraca, to sing, and dance. “The leader had us dance the Cruzeirinho in honor of your birthday, remember? And they had a cake and candle for you when we sang after the work. Remember I gave you my four leaf clover? Remember all the love and joy people showered on you? It is because you are such a beautiful, loving little boy and we see you.” The six-foot-four man was leaning toward me falling into my eyes and the light began to shine forth in him.
When we returned to the salao, the lines had formed for the dancing. There was one space left open for me, right beside my nephew. When we reached Mestre Irineu’s #124 “Eu tomo esta bebida” loosely translated “ I take this drink/ Which has incredible power/ It shows to all of us/ Here within this truth.” And just before we began to sing, I took the heart shaped rose crystal quartz out of my pocket, which my granddaughter had given me for my 69th birthday. I put it in my nephew’s hand and told him it was for his little boy, to help him remember this moment of being seen and feeling loved. He leaned over to hear my message and I kissed him on the ear. He beamed with joy and we finished dancing side by side.
After the Work my nephew told me that he could feel my light and love before he stood up and I grabbed him. And when I was talking to his inner child he experienced the light illuminating his darkness, flooding the inner chamber with love. His child was safe again. “You know my little boy loves you, Uncle. He just wanted to interrupt the Work and go over to you, to take you out with him.” I knew that, and asked why the adult didn’t do it? Too much cultural conditioning, having to stay in our place and be firm? But isn’t love what it is all about? Aren’t we supposed to respond, to be “respond able” (responsible) to the needs of our brothers and sisters? Rhetorical questions of course, but ones I like to answer with a resounding YES! Sometimes the Daime gives us exactly what we need, the people to intervene and rescue the lost children trapped in the inner rooms where our caregivers banished us. Viva Santo Daime! Viva Meus Irmaos! And Viva the Church of the Universal Flowing Light!