Santiago Saramago Dubois (Sasa Anwal)

Spirit Nawal Healer

Description:

CoD
Guide and Journalist for the National Geographic Society
Guide and Analyst for UNESCO
Studies in Geography and Biology
Spanish, French and English

MtW
Thyrsus – Mysterium
Life, Spirit, Froces

Bio:

I wish i had the skill of so many storytellers ive met throu my life to describe the world that reveals in front of me… full of of wonders, full of fears… the unknown … you have seen it, glimpses of it, sometimes you just feel it, sometimes you are afraid to go beyond… but theres no going back once you open you eyes, your heart… once you let your spirit free…

Im not sure if theres a beginning the same im not sure if theres an end… I remember my time in Newfoundland i was in this UNESCO assignment about whale conservation and get people to know the importance of it. There was a small group of Inuit people in charge of the reserves and conservation programs, somehow it reminded me of my mother, she was canadian and she was kinda close to the inuit people due her job as a journalilst and the place she lived in her youth (Quebec). We went for some Scuba diving to witness the beauty of the humpback whales that were in the area… i felt something, they were singing… like a farewell, i thought of mom… that night i received a call from home… it was my grandmother and she told me: “It is not a sad song but a beautiful one… come home” …

My dad, Don Rodrigo Saramago, didnt follow the path of his parents both " chamanes" in Michoacan. Gabriel “El Gabo” Saramago and “La Chabe” Isabela Jauregui who was pupil of the famous Maria Sabina. my dad stablished a ranch in Zirahuen Michoacan, a beautiful place, so many acres to fill the heart with wonder but over the years the land was losing life… it was ill… those were hard years but then my mom came out nowhere. Gabrielle Dubois, no one knew her past other than she was from Quebec Canada and her work as a journalist… she just went to mexico… went to michoacan and knew her pace was there in Zirahuen… she had a terminal illness, unknown nevertheless, they fell in love… and im not sure if the land… the connection… both the land and mom got better… they flourished like if both needed each other… they had 3 children. My brother Rodrigo who helps my father with the ranch, my sister Mariana who works in NY and me… and i was going back… all gathered because my mom was dying…

We spent some time together, it was a rough year but also a beautiful one. both my grandparents loved my mom so much, they thought of her as a strong spirit who brought joy and happiness not just for them, but for the land… I was learning… i was afraid to lose her but also i was afraid to lose myself… there was no sorrow cuz as i have said there were beautiful moments… as a kid i learnt a lot of my grandparents, my mom studied with them as well and told us stories about the innuit people who taught her a lot of their ways… maybe thats why i beacame so fond of nature and the spirituality of it…

They night before she died… changed everything… i was in the lake and oddly enough my mom walked out of her bed, for some weeks now she has been very weak unable to even eat… yet she came to me walking, with a smile on her face and asked me to follow her… we went deep into the woods… we stopped at a pond with beautiful trees around it… ive dreamed of this place, it was alive… and she told me… " My Santi… i didnt bought you here… this is your place… the nature.. the life in it…" while she was saying this, the place around us changed… the landscapes, the life on it, the essence, the trees… but she contionued… “it so beautiful… im so proud… and all of us are… i want to give you back this…” She handed me a smalll wood carving i made when i was a child… something i gave her for protection… " Take it with you… and never feel lonely in the journey ahead…. Thank you my son… i love you…" There she vanished… i dont know what happened next… i had the small token inside my fist… i was laying in the ground a couple of miles away from the ranch i ran as fast as i could… they were looking for me… my mom passed away a few hours back…

The next days were silent… but there was peace. “La Chabe” and “Gabo” came to me… they wished me luck… i wasnt certain what they meant… made a ritual with other chamanes… they told me the spirits demanded a name for me… for this journey… to be able to recognize me as one of them… i remebered when i was a child i was lost in the wilderness i guess it was the begining of my “lost” stories as an explorer… but smoehting… called me Sasa…. “This was Sasa… this way…” i spoke it in silence… Sasa… thats my name… I was leaving the gathering.. they were going to continue for some days… i looked over my shoulder i saw them behind the veil… they were tru chamanes…. and the spirits were with them… i wasnt afraid… i went deep into the wlderness… and i went beyond…

For some days i felt animals following me… i knew stories about nahuales… they were so… i felt it… the essence of things… were clearer… the primal wild… I took the carving out… the old gift… it had a blue /gray glowing…. a small creature, like a small amorphic spirit… like a wisp came out of it… Ika… it was beautiful… there was no words… but we understood each other… it was able to change form, color, shape… somwhow i knew i was able to do the same thing… but not yet…

The journey will not make sense at all… im not a good storyteller as i told you before… but i awakened… Mitzi found me… and told me about eat… showed me the paths ahead… i returned… the same and different…
It has been a year since my mom passed away… a year since everything changed… i helped with the ranch… with the community… ive been learning… here they know me as Santi… or Santiago… others call me Sasa… the Anwal… Sasa Anwal… Another journey begins… and im ready.

Santiago Saramago Dubois (Sasa Anwal)

Whispers in the Dark Lhun DanGregg