My story,
my awakening.

Ten years ago, still foggy from the anxiolytics of the night before,
I came across a small yellow book that read:

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“You suffer because of the thoughts in your mind.
You suffer because you don’t know who you are.
What if happiness were a state of mind?”

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Where I grew up, it was always said that “dirty laundry is washed at home.” And so my heartbreaks, jealousy, rejection, family dynamics, cruelty toward myself and others, and my indecent acts became intimate secrets. Those silences, which I carried with shame because they felt too dark or too fragile, were in truth revealing a deep thirst for belonging and for feeling enough.

I had been on a constant mission to fix myself. I was exhausted. But the day I found that little book, as I read those words, I realized there was a great secret about life that I didn’t yet know. And that lit up something in me.

I became a full-time seeker, hungry for truth. I explored all kinds of paths and therapies—from yoga and philosophy to shamanism—in search of clarity and peace. That restlessness often led me to unsafe and chaotic places and people, and into a frustrating attempt to understand the spiritual path through my mind. Without realizing it, I had turned the search itself into another form of self-pressure, one that distanced me from reality and from others.

The truth is that my real healing began when I grew tired of striving to be someone else. I already felt different inside, and holding certain masks became impossible. All of my wild, untamed strangeness began to rise to the surface.

I started to listen to myself, doing my best not to judge. And in that moment—when I was ready to inhabit myself without escaping—the medicines of the Earth arrived, as a bridge inward, to meet my inner world, what lived in the silence of my subconscious.

It was there, in the deepest layers of my Being, that I understood that knowledge only becomes wisdom when it descends into the body and the heart—when it is crossed by experience. That the way I see the world is born from the place where I stand. And that by shifting that place, new possibilities open for feeling, perceiving, and creating reality.

The medicines did not show me something external. They reminded me that everything was already within me—and that it exists within everyone. For me, spiritual awakening is nothing more than the art of remembering who we are, through unconditional love and compassion, in every moment of our lives.

Tierra Faro was born as a return to my own freedom, and as a deep desire to create a safe space for seekers who are also ready to return to themselves and bring the search to an end.

For a long time, sharing my path was something I did with insecurity. This process involved deep renunciations—of the person I thought I had to be, of life paths chosen from expectation rather than truth. Allowing myself to transform also meant learning to let go of identities, certainties, and familiar ways of belonging.

Honoring my freedom meant giving myself permission to be, to change, and to begin again as many times as life proposes. Learning to trust that movement. Even to enjoy it. One day leaving everything behind to live in the jungle; another, inhabiting the codes and rhythms of worldly life. A delicious back-and-forth.

From that place, Tierra Faro is a space to explore different paths, feel accompanied, and allow spirituality to take root in the body, the Earth, and everyday life. A place to remember that this path—though it can sometimes feel lonely—does not have to be walked alone. That there is always a kinder way: the path of the heart.