Inside the clapboard temple, the gnostic Shamanists had all their bases covered. Glittering posters of the Hindu deity Krishna hung next to paintings of Jesus Christ and drawings of creaturesque statues from a pre-Incan civilization. A candle was placed on a rug in the center of the room along with a makeshift altar and a cross made of sticks. “This is what Christmas is truly about,” Manque Runa (spirit name) began.
“Not new clothes or Reggaeton, but about connecting with the Mother Earth and to God.”
With that, he dipped a wooden cup into the pot of hallucinogenic yagé tea and passed it to me.