« When the centuries-old trees quiver, it is the ancestors breathing. »
#Sacré#Tradition#Ancêtres
In the forest of Be-Glidji, the soundscape shifts into the sacred. The profane noises of the modern world fade away to give way to the voice of Guin spirituality. The wind in the foliage, the chant of priestesses, and the distant beat of tam-tams create an ancestral symphony.
During the Epe-Ekpe ceremony, this forest becomes the epicenter of a collective clamor: that of a people questioning the invisible. The sacred forest does not speak to everyone; it requires absolute inner silence from the listener to grasp the oracles of the Sacred Stone.