My most unbelievable healing experience in the jungle

left to right: Peù, my teacher and spiritual leader of the Yawanawà, the “young Buddha of the Amazon forest” with feathers on, me and his brother, both from the “Marubo” people, described as “one of the last uncontacted indigenous in the World”.

I have so many stories to tell from my isolation in the jungle.

Most stories are simply unbelievable, weird or even scary.

There is a reason why the indigenous and most people experiencing it keep it secret and do not share those stories - telling them might make you look stupid or crazy. They are in danger. Some are murdered the same way we killed the witches in the past.

I would also like to share a word of caution that this story might give you dreams or scary thoughts, read it with awareness or maybe pause here for a moment.

I could keep these stories inside of myself and stay safe to “maintain my reputation”.

I could listen to friends telling me I need to integrate and keep it inside and be careful about “my image” but of course I am going to share here again not only something crazy but actually the most unbelievable story of all.

Why? Because I just love sharing. I do it first for myself, it’s like my journal.

I went through so many hard experiences and what some call “ego destruction” that I believe our identity is created by conditioning from society and it’s good to keep removing or changing it. I have “been” an entrepreneur, a father, a kite-surfer, a pilot and so many other “skins”. Yet I am none of these. I have learned in the Amazon to “become nobody” and change into someone else.

I have learned through meditation that I am not the image I constructed in society and I am not my thoughts either. I have also learned that most things I think are going to hurt actually don’t. Sometimes they do. I have like many human beings made many mistakes and “put my hands in the fire” too many times. I think now there are no mistakes, just deep teachings from the universe. This might sound like another ego trip, you might judge me crazy reading what follows. It’s okay just unfollow me or…

see it as a point of view, an experience of an explorer of his own mind,

…an occasion to think different from what everyone thinks is bullshit, or just another “fake” story.

I have met many healers and received all kinds of healings in the past years and I have also been questioning myself on the effects of their healings. Is it real? Does it do anything? Is it placebo? Does it even matter if it’s placebo or not if the receiver feels better or heals something after? I am still debating within.

Modern medicine and science tells us it’s all bullshit. But then doctors and scientists also say other people’s science is bullshit or wrong until proven right. I have lived in Silicon Valley for about 15 years, the land where everything is material and has to be proven by technology or science.

A few years ago a technology friend told me I should do a full body MRI at a new startup, “Prenuvo”, that scans for 500 different types of cancers. I was 46 years old or so and as everyone aging, it would be better to know if I had anything and fix it.

So I flew to Vancouver for the TED Conference and took a 2-hour or so full body MRI for I something like $3,000. It feels like a lot but it’s nothing if I could prevent a major issue that could cause major issues in my body. It was unpleasant and while doctors told me there was no risk with the radiation or energy received from the MRI I could feel my body hated it. It was really noisy and hard to receive, but I did it. I told friends to do it too and none of them were diagnosed with anything (good!).

They showed me on the MRI I had a small start of a cancer and that I should take blood tests every 6 months to monitor it.

I did that too for a few years and always stayed under the “normal” mark but it has always been on my mind since. Prenuvo told me I had to take the MRI every year to monitor the cancer size and possibly go through a surgery should it evolve.

I called a friend known as the best cancer doctor surgeon in the US and sent him the scans. He called me right away and told me “this is all bullshit, there is no way to see a cancer through such an MRI, which by the way is a cheap old MRI machine, just disregard entirely”. At the same time I was receiving an email from Prenuvo that I was due for another expensive scan. Who should I believe? I decided to trust my cancerologist friend and just keep doing the blood test every 6 months. It has shown no sign of growth so far from lab results.

I have also read “Biocentrism” that I highly recommend. Robert Lanza took me into a fascinating journey into the history of science and the universe, I learned a lot about “Quantum Physics”.

The book explains how everything is connected, that every living and “non-living” objects in the universe are permanently connected, that everything we do has an impact on the whole system, even thoughts.

I also learned that “nothing exists without someone observing it”. For example, a tree falling into the forest doesn’t make any noise if there are no ears capable of listening to it. I finally learned that no matter how hard scientists try to understand how the universe was created or works, well they mostly don’t. It’s a fascinating book that has changed how I see everything around me and myself.

The story of “Buddha of the Amazon forest”

Let’s now share this healing story. Towards the end of my 3 months isolation in the forest the Chiefs of the “sacred” village I worked with introduced me to a secret “pajé”, the word used in Portuguese for “shaman”, master or “healer”. I will keep his name for myself but he is from the endangered and prosecuted “Marubo” tribe.

He is only 25 years old, never learned from any master, never went through any training and started naturally to do his own healings when he was 5 years old. He learned his prayers, songs and practices by himself. He cannot be contacted, doesn’t see people apart from his family, always walks protected by his brother and doesn’t talk or make eye contact with anybody.

I received his healings three times and it was the most memorable experience of my life.

We both sat in a small hut in the forest at night and he started the ceremony. It was dark, no fire inside as he doesn’t work with fire but just water. He starts his ceremonies in a very unusual way for me by just silently seating in meditation for about an hour “the time for the force to arrive”. Most indigenous I sit with start praying or singing right away which is for them a meditation. Silent and still feels way harder to me.

After an hour, “the Buddha of the forest” was seated about 5 meters away from me and did not approach me, touch me or establish eye contact.

He started talking out of the blue and said in his own language (with translation in portuguese from his brother) that I had drank lots of alcohol all my life and my liver was badly damaged.

Nobody had told him anything about me to my knowledge. True, as a French man I drank lots of wine, up to a bottle of wine at every dinner for say… 15 years as well as stronger “pousse-cafe” stronger alcohol. I became a fan of high-end Scotch at one point, especially japanese Whiskey. I also went to Burning Man for about 10 years and was known there for not taking any substances but I drank a lot… Then a year and a half ago, I stopped drinking, only allowing myself a glass of wine now and then. I had no idea I had liver issues.

I was already so impressed he could “channel” that my liver was screwed-up from alcohol without approaching me or knowing me. I got instantly very worried, thinking that the only way I could likely solve this was with traditional surgery and literally “changing my liver” receiving another one… I asked “can we do anything about it” and both “Buddha” and the brother said “yes” in a reassuring voice.

The pajé started praying in a very strong and high pitch penetrating voice, did a few rituals for about half an hour then I was asked to lay down belly up wearing only my underwear.

The pajé sat on his knees in a monk-like posture right next to me, put his two hands around my liver and started praying in the strongest voice I have ever heard. I could feel an immense heat coming out of his hands.

Eyes closed, I started to have very vivid and impressive visions, he took the form of some kind of huge alien doing weird things on me. I wish I would learn how to draw, only way to express what I saw.

He then approached his mouth about one centimeter away from skin, on top of my liver and in the middle of my rib-cage. He started blowing and sucking intensely with a very fast and powerful pace, making strange but now familiar noises with his voice.

It lasted about half-an-hour. He then stopped and spit in his hand. His brother came to see what was inside and I could not help but look as well.

This part will be hard to believe, I still honestly cannot believe it myself. His hand turned into a small cup full of blood and was terribly stinky of 100 degrees alcohol.

The whole room started smelling strong and disgusting alcohol.

If I believed what was happening, it was my own blood and alcohol he was removing from my liver. It would be years-old stuck alcohol.

He repeated the blowing and sucking and took out a full glass of blood and stinky alcohol then stood-up and carefully released it in the forest. He then came back and gave me a slow soothing blow, as if he was closing the surgery. When he was done I touched my skin and of course there was no trace, it was just a little red from the sucking.

If I believed what just happened the blood and alcohol went literally through my body into his mouth without anything physically open. He then continued doing blowing work on my head and ended the “treatment” telling me my liver was now fixed.

I should not ever drink a drop of alcohol in my life “because it was poison”.

I reported I had some vertigos in the previous weeks in the forest, some unbalance and felt pretty weak. He commented that the alcohol in my liver was the reason and I should feel much better soon.

I have no idea what to believe and what just happened but the next day after a good night sleep I felt incredibly good and light. I have been feeling extremely light and healthy since then. No more balance issues. I got much calmer and my sleep, dreams and meditations received constant vivid and good dreams. Something deep changed in me.

Is this placebo? Is this my imagination? Is this a trick (he had nothing around him in the room when he performed apart from a big bucket of water)? Where was the blood and alcohol coming from? Provided it was actually coming from my body how did he take it out? How did he do this? What are the prayers, songs, hands and blow really doing?

These questions will remain unanswered. You could call it bullshit or magic, your choice.

I decided to believe in magic and can only see how good I feel now. Magic only works if you believe in it, like you believe in a baby in a woman’s womb, how much magic is this? Does science explain how consciousness comes to the baby?

I understand more and more what the prayers, songs and blow do and do not need to explain them. If his only role was to help me get rid of it myself then I am happy with this explanation too.

“you can only heal yourself” some people say. Healers are just a conduit that show up to help you heal.

I will never drink any alcohol ever again. Yes, wine included, as much as I love a good old French wine… It’s a small price to pay for my health.

I have so many more such stories to tell but this is definitely the most memorable and impressive. It’s difficult to not believe. It wasn’t a show or a performance, it was gentle and offered without asking for anything.

All I had in the forest was a really good guitar from a fantastic Luthier in Rio de Janeiro, Lucas Braz. I gave him my precious guitar as a present and he seemed really happy with it.

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