This morning we went down to the river and boarded João’s boat to visit the indian village. Upon our arrival at the village, we were introduced to the witch doctor. His name is Raimundo.

I had a good talk with him about their understanding of god and creation. He told me that generations ago, the fish and animals of the sea were enchanted by the creator god. When the creator god disenchanted them, the spirits of the fish went into humans who were formed and came from a hole in the ground (he said the hole is near São Gabriel dos Cachoeiros – near the Venezuelan border). From those first indians came 22 different tribes. Raimundo is a witch doctor of the Samo tribe. His job is to communicate with the spirits of nature – in trees, water, rocks, etc. He talks about the land being given to them by creator god.

Raimundo wanted his grandchildren to have a future, so he and his family made the 5 day journey up river to Manaus, rather, the jungle outside of Manaus. His grandchildren now attend school. They now live in wooden houses with doors, unlike the longhouses built by their ancestors. The longhouses were divided in individual rooms for families (with hammocks) and a central hall for tribal ritual. Some tribal rituals lasted 24 hours – just music and dancing.
All of the people in this Samo village are Raimundo’s family – his wife, children, and grandchildren. His daughter, Miriã (that’s her Portuguese name, she also has an indigenous name), married a man from another family. They have three children.

Jauê is 9 and in the third grade. He plays the drum and other instruments in the ritual dances. He greeted us at the boat when we arrived. His favorite subject in school is Portuguese. His mother told me he struggles in his studies, which is understandable since he is a first generation student. Jauê is quiet with a wonderfully contagious smile.

Milene is 3. She danced with her grandfather in almost all of the rituals today. Her hair is a mess of brown curls. She is a tickler! She sat in Tia’s lap for a long time, tickling her and getting tickled back.

Diogo is 1 year old. He is timid, with beautiful dark brown locks of hair. He holds on to his mother – letting go only when Jauê comes for him. Miriã carried Diogo on her hip in some of the dances.

LORD, reveal Yourself fully to these wonderful people.

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About Jennie Joy

I'm a lover and truth-seeker. This blog is a place for me to share my thoughts, struggles, and sincere searchings as I get to know God and welcome the reality of His kingdom in and through me.

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