Embrace of the Serpent Page #3

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You must do the same.

Do not believe these madmen

that eat the bodies of their gods.

They give you food,

but do not respect the prohibitions.

One day they will end

by killing the jungle.

You are still young, the

jungle will forgive you.

The caapi master will guide you.

Every plant, every tree, every

flower is full of wisdom.

Never forget who you are

and where you came from.

Don't let your music fade.

Don't touch me!

You brought the devil into our community!

You have perverted the innocent!

We have to go.

We have to take them.

It's impossible.

They will kill them.

We can not feed them.

Run.

Run.

Where?

I don't know. You are the guide.

You could help me.

You will not find anything there.

Are you interested in rubber?

I've never seen this species.

Rubber is death. This

is why you seek it, no?

You're two men.

What do you mean?

Why do you insist on coming with

me if you will not help me?

I remembered.

What?

Where we can find the Yakruna?

I remembered something, but

do not know what it means.

Maybe that I'm not a chullachaqui.

Did you find the way?

To the right.

We will find what you are looking for.

Let us go back!

We can not.

They are already here.

I know this place.

The Messiah will not receive visitors.

We do not want to see him.

We just want to follow our path.

It is not possible.

The Eden of our community

depends on it remaining secret.

We will not tell anyone.

Show me what you have there.

Is it a gift?

Are you the Wise Men

arrived from the Orient?

But I only see two of you,

Balthazar and Melchior.

Where is Caspar?

He was lost along the way.

He was invited to commit suicide.

His betrayal

caused the disease that

afflicts our community.

Today I will not perform miracles!

Are you the Wise Men

arrived from the Orient?

We are scientists

searching for sacred plants.

Sacred plants?

There is but one thing sacred

in this jungle, and that it me!

Cure her.

They need to take her to a hospital.

She has leishmaniasis (parasitic disease). There is no cure.

The Messiah is in a bad mood today.

But... his wife is ill,

I would feel the same.

I hope it works out.

I would not want you to be

invited to commit suicide.

This is madness.

Don't you care?

No, something went wrong.

Now they have become...

the worst of both worlds.

Praise the Lord.

Take and drink.

This is the cup of my blood,

the new and eternal covenant.

Shut your mouth!

Oh, Holy Magi,

who have come from the Orient

who have found the way to Bethlehem.

Bless our drink!

He has healed my wife,

and now he will us heal all!

Let us celebrate brothers this day of joy!

Drink!

I can not drink from the same

glass as the Son of God.

The son of God?

The son of God! I am the Messiah,

the Redeemer of the Indians!

The son of God, Agnus Dei!

Eat me! Eat me!

Eat me!

Everyone, eat me! Eat me!

Eat the body of the Lord!

We have too much weight.

What are you doing?

Stop bothering me!

What is your problem with these boxes?

Your things will only lead

you to madness and death.

What are you talking about?

You poisoned them!

I have poisoned no one.

I just gave them something

so they can think better.

They are Makus. They aren't

descendants of the Anaconda.

They are less than humans.

You speak like a Cauchero.

You are worse than them. You lie to me.

You remember much more but do not tell me.

Do not go.

I still feel like a chullachaqui.

But I'm starting to remember,

the knowledge I was to convey to my people.

But the Caucheros and Colombians came,

and I was left alone.

I must remember.

I must preserve the music of the Cohiuanos.

Will you show me the way?

I don't know it. It is for you to find out.

Throw away your luggage.

Satisfied?

Show me that box.

I will not let you throw it away.

Show it to me.

What is it?

This music comforts my solitude.

It takes me to my father's house

in Boston, to my ancestors.

To become a warrior,

a Cohiuano must abandon everything

and go alone into the jungle,

guided only by their dreams.

In this journey, he must find out,

in solitude and silence, who he truly is.

He must become a wanderer of dreams.

Some are lost, and others never return.

But those who return

are ready to face whatever is to come.

Where are they?

Where are the songs of mothers

comforting their babies?

Where are the stories of the elders,

the whispers of love, the battle cries?

Where did they go?

You dreamt?

Tell me what you dreamt of.

I did not dream of anything.

You're lying. You saw

the eyes of the jaguar.

I'm telling you no!

You are afraid to admit it,

but you must listen.

Dreaming does not scare me.

What scares me is dying in this hell.

You're driving me crazy

with your dreams, your

prohibitions and your sh*t.

Stop it. You can not

fish without permission!

Permission from whom?

From you?

The lord of the fish?

Because of your sh*t

prohibitions I am still sick!

Calm, Theo, you're delusional!

Let me go!

Do you want to kill me too?

Let go of the spear.

The river is full of fish!

One less won't change anything!

Why are you helping him?

Have you forgotten what they did to you?

He was not to blame. He

repaid my debt to a Cauchero.

And you became his slave.

I'm the slave of no one.

He can teach the whites.

How can they learn if they

do not respect the jungle?

He's scared, but he can learn.

To his people he is a hero.

They listen to him.

If we can not educate the

whites, it will be our end.

The end of everything.

Kariauatinga, are you okay?

The whites are incredible!

They eat until they explode!

You have to learn to control yourself.

You will destroy everything!

How do you feel?

Better.

Give me some Sun sperm.

You must help him. Do not be so spiteful.

His body is unclean again. It

would be like giving him poison.

We must come soon to my people

and ask the Yakruna to forgive him.

We are close to your village.

Eat, tomorrow you will feel better.

The Cohiuanos live here.

To the left.

Stop!

Colombian?

Do not move!

Are you Colombians?

I don't know.

Get out of here!

Sirg has arrived.

Drink some Yakruna.

A toast to the end of the world!

How can you allow this?

How?

The Yakruna should not be cultivated.

The signs were clear but

understood the opposite.

You are good!

You are the serpent!

Calm down.

Give it back.

You do not deserve this!

You are white. You bring

hell and death to the earth!

The Colombians are coming!

The Colombians are coming!

Here is the Yakruna!

The greatest knowledge of

what was once my people!

I will not let you take it.

Never!

The Colombians are coming!

Karamakate!

What story does the music tell?

How God created the world.

The way is in the music. Listen.

It is beautiful,

but it's just a story.

You are mistaken. It's not a story.

It is a dream. Let it guide you.

I am a man of science, of facts.

I will not be guided by

dreams that I don't have.

But you do.

How many banks does this river have?

Two.

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