On a guided forest walk during an Ayahuasca retreat, we reached a grove of Chullachaki trees. The shamans had told us to approach the grove respectfully, and to ask permission to enter of the Chulla Chauqui rather than just barging in. I could sense that this spirit places great value on respect and courtesy, and I felt glad that my parents had taught me how to be a polite guest.
During our stay, and as our shaman guide told us stories of Chullachaki Caspi, I set next to one of the trees and blew Mapacho smoke on it. I was surprised at the small size of these trees, and I especially noticed the soft, tender and intensely green moss the grew all over their trunks. I introduced myself to the tree I sat by, and carefully stroked its furry layer of green moss.
A few days later I happened by again and sang a little song to the grove.
When the last ceremony of our retreat was in full swing, I felt Chullachaki Caspi come into the space. “If you ever need a place to relax and be safe, you’re welcome to hang out in my grove” it said.
Thank you, Chullachaki Caspi! I will.