Katalina Aurora
@katalina-aurora
In 2016, I embarked on a profound transformative journey. Ayahuasca & the whispers of ancient plant medicines found a way to align my soul’s path with my degree in Visual Arts.
What followed was 8 years of unraveling, deep soul alchemy, & a dance with the infinite.
Each step, a descent into the self; each awakening, a fragment of the divine.
Through art, I have transcribed this odyssey—the geometry of the unseen, the sacred patterns of creation, the whispers of the infinite, the language of the spirit, the pulse of transcendence.
I now open the doors to share this unfolding. A timeline of visions and revelations, where insight takes form and the boundaries of consciousness dissolve.
This is a gathering of kindred spirits: visionaries, mystics, seekers of expansion, & those attuned to the boundless potential of the soul.
The cosmic voyage continues, & you are welcome to walk beside me. Explore the portals I have already opened or simply join me here as I unveil the story of an ongoing Hero’s Journey. 0 reply
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The Tukano call gahpi-ghori the visions of yagé. The things seen when one drinks yagé.
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I drink the vine, and the veil parts—
Gahpi-ghori visions bloom,
A shamanic thread unspooling,
Flowing through the core of my essence.
First, I face the mirror within,
A tangle of shadows,
Bad habits like vines choking the light.
With closed eyes, I see the truth—
Roots of my discontent twisting in the dark.
Then, the jungle calls—
A pulse of emerald,
A heartbeat older than time.
I am swallowed by green,
Where every leaf is a whisper,
Every tree, a sentinel of life
I had once let slip by.
The Earth is but one universe,
A drop in the cosmic sea.
Yet here, colors breathe,
Trees rise like prayers to the sky.
But the city—oh, the city—
Its concrete bones stretch upward,
Faster and faster, like greed reaching for the heavens.
Rivers silenced, forests felled,
The ocean swallowed by steel and smoke.
Yet I see—
Every stone, every leaf, every breath—
A universe. 1 reply
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I feel the weight of all I've absorbed,
a lifetime's burden, unseen but known—
an infinite flood of hurried sounds,
a chaos, more harm than wisdom sown.
the city hums, a toxic breath,
a maze of noise, a path of death,
yet, I belong, part of this storm,
bound to its pulse, its ceaseless form.
tension rises, anxiety swells,
exhaustion clings where silence dwells.
speed and clamor, once unseen,
now pierce my soul, where peace had been.
but in this flood of frantic noise,
I vanish, lost in nature’s voice,
emerging in the jungle’s heart,
where every leaf, a work of art.
bright green whispers call me near,
breathing life in rhythms clear.
the elements, like sacred songs,
unveil their truth, where all belongs. 1 reply
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at the dawn of transformation’s call,
I saw myself, my shadow fall.
with eyes closed, the journey began,
to know myself, to understand.
imagine seeing your body from afar,
not the upright form, but scarred,
a weary vessel, trembling slow,
colors vibrating, ebbing flow.
vibrations rise, both deep and high,
whispers of chaos fill the sky.
in that space, the soul takes flight,
escaping body, merging light.
words rush like storms of sound,
junk and smoke, in chaos found.
a voice within begins to speak,
reflecting all I sought to seek.
in moments stretching like the sea,
I saw myself both wild and free,
from the depths, from outer view,
I grasped the essence of what’s true.
the discomfort came, a bitter tide,
but not from the medicine I denied.
it was the body’s aching song,
a reflection of where I’d gone wrong.
the mind, the spirit, lost in flight,
missed the truth beneath the night,
but in the stillness, I begin to see,
the path to healing, inside of me. 1 reply
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in the hallucinatory sphere, art is born,
where visions dance in the sacred dawn.
the Tukano whisper to realms unseen,
through veils of spirit, lush and green.
in altered states, the soul takes flight,
ritual flames ignite the night.
beyond the ordinary, the mind expands,
weaving dreams with ancient hands.
here, desires and conflicts flow,
into rivers where healing waters glow.
the jaguar prowls through shadows deep,
and serpents sing where silence sleeps.
dimensions of the imaginary unfold,
where wounds are mended, stories told.
the shaman's breath, a sacred breeze,
bringing solace, setting hearts at ease.
through sacred plants and sacred rhyme,
they walk the threads of space and time.
in the spirit world, all truths align,
and art emerges, raw, divine. 0 reply
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with the shaman's chant, I drank the vine of souls,
the ladder to the milky way, the vine of the gods—yagé.
I had read of its ancient whispers,
of roots that tangle with the spirit,
but words are but shadows
to the light it pours within.
the brew unraveled veils,
each vision a river, each breath a door—
my mind, a serpent shedding its skin.
thoughts became feathers,
life became a flame,
and in the ember’s glow,
I saw the art of being,
the brushstrokes of my name.
the vine’s embrace opened pathways,
where colors bled into new worlds,
and I, a pilgrim of the unseen,
found my voice blooming
in the soil of stars. 0 reply
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we drink yagé—
and the veil thins.
the world whispers,
leaves murmur secrets,
stones hum with memory,
rivers chant in spirals of light.
our souls unbind,
slipping from the bones of the flesh,
like smoke rising to meet the stars.
visions bloom—
serpents of fire coil in the sky,
jaguars tread softly on paths of mist,
ancient faces emerge from the bark of trees.
the wind becomes a guide,
the earth, a storyteller,
and every shadow hides a spirit’s gaze.
we are both here and beyond—
our hearts beating in the drum of the universe,
our spirits swimming in the sacred river,
tasting the eternal,
dancing with the unseen. 0 reply
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