Dancing Dog is enchanted with the
Brugmansia that line the courtyard outside his humble casita. Dozens of pendant flowers brazenly drape themselves on healthy tree-size plants. Each white or pale yellow trumpet is about as long as my hand.
At night, their sweet fragrance permeates the still air within the courtyard. When D.D. returns from his evening walks, his busy monkey-mind is often elsewhere, rambling from one anxiety or desire to the next. But blundering into this invisible aromatic curtain immediately returns his awareness to the present moment, a pleasurable little tug inviting him to linger and focus on his surroundings.
D.D. has always known the flowers as
Datura, but apparently these “tree daturas” have recently been assigned their own genus. They are actually natives of the Amazon basin and were transplanted to Mexico and Guatemala during the colonial era as ornamentals. Interestingly,
Brugmansia is unknown in the wild. All living forms of
Brugmansia are believed to be cultivars, deliberately planted and bred by man, an indication of the great antiquity of their involvement in human affairs.
In the States, the
Brugmansia take on the innocent-sounding name, “angel trumpets,” and here in Mexico, they are commonly known as
trompeta de angel or
floripondio. But the
Brugmansia and their cousins, the
Daturas and the
Solandra, have a dark side. They contain powerful tropane alkaloids such as scopolamine and atropine, and are capable of inducing an intensely violent narcotic intoxication, hence their other name in Mexico,
arbol loco or “crazy tree.” In many parts of the world, they are still used as a tool for divination, sorcery, and shamanism.
In Mexico, the
Datura are also known as
toloache, a word with roots in the Náhuatl language. Their reputed use in witchcraft has entered the language in the phrase,
Tú me diste toloache! (“You've given me toloache!”, “You have bewitched me!”), a phrase uttered by a lover in an attempt to explain an inexplicable obsession with another.
Some people report that the plants have a “presence” about them, that one can sense the the plant is alive and has a consciousness, and that the plants seem to “communicate,” not through words, but telepathically, via a mental/emotional connection. D.D. hasn't experienced this phenomenon, but is content merely to enjoy their alluring presence.
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