At home in the city I had heard a recorded Remo Caspi icaro. Without ever having seen this tree I felt drawn to it. On my next trip to Peru I asked a shaman to take me into the forest and meet a Remo Caspi tree. He said that he would.
The shaman had a particular tree in mind. For 10 minutes we walked quietly through the forest until we found it. It was large and powerful. Its trunk would require three of me to reach around.
I sat down and leaned against the Remo Caspi tree, while the shaman began to slowly make a beat with his leaf rattles. Gradually the song became louder and more energetic, and as its pace picked up I felt the strength of the tree stream into me where my body touched its trunk. Then I felt its strength enter me not only from the physical connection, but from all around. A tribal warrior appeared in my vision space, walking out of the forest and bidding me welcome. Soon an entire tribe of warriors approached from the depths of the forest, lining up in a wide circle around the shaman, the Remo Caspi and myself. The spirits of all Remo Caspi had gathered to bid me welcome and offer their friendship.
The Icaro ended. The shaman and I blew smoke on the tree as a blessing. “Did you see?”, he asked me, “they all came out of the forest to greet us.”