On A Mission

Lima Airport

Today I should have returned to Portugal. Right now, I’m sitting in the plane to Columbia.

My life is becoming increasingly surreal since 2016.

I’m on my way to meet the Mamo Major of the Kogi tribe.

On the way there, I will have to pass through areas of paramilitary fighting.

My friend Flow, who is also invited, saw himself returning in a vision. I didn’t.

I’m not sure what it means. Either, I won’t come back or I won’t come back as the person I am today.

And although I had some warnings about going there, including from the shaman taking me to Peru, I feel like I need to go there, even if it might be the end of this lifetime.

So today I wrote my testament and gave it to Phara to bring it back to Europe. Strange process…

I think it’s the first time in my life, I have no clue what will happen next, where I will go, where I will live, etc. etc…

This trip is like a blackbox for me.

The only thing I know is: I’m on a mission.