It's there; a sheet of white in a world of green.
The stall warning screeches as our Cessna drops below the treetops of the jungle.
It's a soft landing onto rough grass. Mud flicks up over the black tyres.
We race down the runway and I see Johnny waiting on the side with the people from San Jose.
Johnny shares a cigarette with Thomas and hands him a tub of mambe- ground coca leaves.
We stay a night in the village before heading downstream on the Cananari river, towards Johnny's village- Altamira.
They're waiting for us; kids on the banks, mothers cradling infants.
The women smile and laugh while children splash in the serpentine river that far-away meets the Amazon.
The hum of insects rises off a myriad of complex plants. Some are shaped like wings, others like multi-headed creatures.
Lines of ants crisscross the pulsating earth.
Alireo, the shaman, is ready for us, as is the great mother.
Stained deep blue hands and ankles serve to protect the energy.
There will be a ceremony tonight.
A steady beat and the song of songs- the song of the universe, that lifts the spirit when it begins to fall.
This is the way home to where we all began.
Yage- the vine of the dead, the spirit of the forest, the great revealer.
The music plays, generated only by breath and the moving of hands and the stomping of feet.
It's a way to reconnect in a disconnected world.
The energy that bubbles up and wants to create wars is reduced back to the basics of life and love.
Yage can make you hear this song. It's an amplification of volume set at a million times.
Once people hear this song again then they see with the eyes that they were born with and not how they have been told to see.
The ceremony lasts until dawn.
From darkness, light and colour return to the naked Earth and we can begin a new day.
We leave Altamira with Alireo's blessing.
We travel to a sacred waterfall and a portal where the gods met to make peace.