Marian said that we were lucky, that he had never been there when there were as few people as the day we went. Usually, people would knock each other off the fence to snatch a photo with the waterfalls in the background, all facing their back to this divine portal. 

Never have I seen as much water fall into the same spot, you couldn’t even see the place where it hit bottom, that’s how much sprinkles of water the impact hurled into the air, clouds of sprinkles that blurred your vision. 

Marian said that if you look closely, you should see rainbows, to which I said, “I don’t know about you, but I see like a million rainbows falling down with the water.”

“What is this even?” Marian asked. 

“Light. It’s just light. Breaking in a way that we can see it through the water sprinkles.”

“Just light. Impossible. This is divine!” Marian yakked, “This is happening all the time, nonstop, but I am convinced that today, it put up a special performance for us. This is not normal.”

I agreed. This was outstanding. We glued ourselves to the border of the fence and waited for the wind to hurl clouds of water sprinkles our way. Purifying water. The downpour of water sucked up all negativity, all tension, all sorrow, and pain into hell – it’s called the Graganta del Diablo for a reason –, and then splashed its purified life-force energy. 

It’s been an incredibly sexy ritual, for some reason, I mean, it’s the “Garganta” del Diablo, water splashes in there, “Baba del Diablo,” is the saliva that we squish out when we deep throat cock, Marian explained me, could the connection be any more direct? “Se entiende, no?” I asked, and Marian flipped, “Si, se entiende! What else do you want me to do? If you don’t stop talking, I’ll take you right here, god damn it! But I think I can control myself…” and after a pause, “I think.” The water splashing on us might as well be the waterfall’s pussy juice, hailing you toward its irresistible beauty. 

When my erection went down, Marian screamed, “This is a moment of hard intentions,” and he closed his eyes and waved his hands towards his face, then away, manic, back to his face, as if he was directing the water sprinkles his way. He was hardcore manifesting at that moment, an all-embodying effort that left him exhausted when he came back to himself. Angelic. Holy. Vulnerable. Honest. 

I also set some intentions. I manifested that I would have the best time in Brazil, that I’ll get along with Marina, that I’ll meet Neus, and that I’ll relax but also produce audio-visual content that I like, without stress. I manifested that a year from now, I’ll have a portfolio that grants me jobs in photography and videography, mostly in the production part, but also edits that I can do from anywhere. In three years from now, I will have two homes: One in Berlin, perhaps by myself, and one in Mexico City or Buenos Aires. I manifested that five years from now, I’ll sit in a premiere of an ethnographic documentary where I am the director of photography and see my name pass by in the credits. I manifested that I connect to the universal flow. Now, I drop all that is bad and receive all that is good; I share it with those who did not have the opportunity to come to Iguazu. 

I stood there for a good while trying to think of any problem I could let go of, but none of them seemed to matter. The massive waterfalls made my existence seem insignificant and put everything into perspective. It was like a moment of spiritual enlightenment, where I experienced the bliss of absolute presence. A shortcut, very similar to shortcuts enabled by psychoactive substances. Oh, of which we took a healthy dose that day, 4 drops each, to be precise. The two of them simultaneously had me seriously elevated. I was where I was supposed to be. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. 

Marian and I decided to have a picnic there and agreed that it was the most epic picnic either of us had ever taken. We pinkie-promised that we would someday have a better one. I said that I’ll miss him. 

“You’re lying,” he said. 

“No, I’m not.”

“No, this is not what you want to say.”

I didn’t understand. 

“I mean when you say, ‘I’ll miss you,’ you say something that is similar to jealousy. Because it’s based on possessiveness. It means that I want you to be here although you’re far away,” Marian explained. 

I still didn’t follow. 

“I wish you well,” he said. Sincerity and kindness were written in his dilated eyes, “When you’re far, I wish that you have a picnic like this. That you meet awesome people. The best. That you’re experiencing bliss and joy.”

I started to dig him. Everything he had previously explained to me about PNL (Programacion Neuro-Linguistica) or discursive neurological wiring slowly started to fall into its place. But I hadn’t yet grasped it fully. 

“I think I have synthesized enough,” Marian said, and we prepared to depart. I wasn’t fully ready and once more returned to the wonderful sight. “One last time,” I pleaded and met Marian’s understanding smile. Then, I bid my farewell. I uttered my gratitude. I begged for strength. “I think I’m ready,” I said, and we headed back.