The Icaro We Never Thought We’d Share
The Quechuan word icaro means magic song.
There is a huge difference between medicine songs and icaros. While they can be lovely, medicine songs come more from the mind and do not inherit much power. In contrast, icaros are received directly from the plants during master plant dietas and can also spontaneously appear in ceremonies.
An icaro contains distinct frequencies and becomes a precise instrument for entering energetic systems and structuring the field. There are icaros for many different purposes, such as inducing a purge, intensifying or calming the effect of ayahuasca, protection, cleansing, healing, and visions. Each transmits a high frequency and reorganizes the energy.
Many of you have felt their effects in your ceremonies with us and were asking for recordings. As our icaros are very personal and sacred to us and always connected to a specific moment, it never felt right to put them out.
Nevertheless, connecting back to your experience through the sound will have some healing effects. Although shy, we decided to record one, especially for this purpose.
The original text is German poetry. Below is an attempt at its English translation.
We hope you enjoy it!
With Love,
Anke & Marie Lou
Beloved plant of the forest, you bring the light.
Dream from another world that never forgets you.
The path ahead of you, you are inventing it.
Give us courage and confidence.
Your Self comes, and you are ready.
The warrior cries out for freedom.
Life and death are now the same.
Those who do not know this yet: take your time.
So many long for eternity,
yet only a few are ready.
Come into the present, for only then do you have time
for your gaze into eternity.
Who is letting go of long-carried burdens
walks liberated, and becomes love’s guest.
When will you come and become who you have always been?
Be the guest of love.
Freed from life and death, undivided,
in the bliss of all-aloneness.
Ally spirit from eternity,
you are with us, and the time has come.
Cradled in the mother of all worlds you lie here.
Strengthened by the father of all times you awaken.
You imagine a life free from sorrow,
free for your work in infinity.
War, father of all things, is driving you.
Peace, mother of all things, embracing you.
Consciousness, child of both, is free and awake.
Come, and become love’s guest as well.
War, father of all things, drives you forward.
Peace, mother of all things, wraps you in her arms.
Consciousness, child of both, is free and awake.
Come, be the guest of love.