Although religion appeared in this century, during and in function of the intense process of urbanization industrialization, the panteo of umbanda is constituted over all of extracted entities of a historical past that retraces at least the o century XIX. It never incorporated, systematically, the espritos of men and illustrious women contemporaries who mark the universe of the entities of the kardecista espiritismo. Of all the classrooms of entities of umbanda, that they are many, certainly the old black color is of bigger public recognition: impossible not to like an old black color, exactly when one is about a not umbandista one. It is wise, patient, tolerant, affectionate. Already the caboclo (the indian) is before all brave, savage; destemido, intrpido, threatening, serious and very competent in the arts of the cures. The old black person consoles and suggests; the caboclo commands and determines. The old black person calms, the caboclo arrebata. The old black color contemplates, reflects, seats, collects itself in the immobility of its oldness and its past of enslaved work; the caboclo moves itself, intrigues, he sings and he dances, and he sings and he dances as the free warrior who one day it was.
The caboclos smoke old cigar and the black color, cachimbo; all the entities of umbanda smoke – smoke and its ritual use marking the aboriginal inheritance of umbanda, constituent alliance with the past of the ground Brazilian. Of the panteo of the right also the ox-drivers, the gypsies, the princesses are part. The ox-driver is a caboclo who while still alive was a brave of the hinterland. He is dressed as sertanejo, with clothes and hat of leather, and fulfills very similar a ritual paper to the one of the caboclo indians, who if cover of showy cocares and also they are good custodians. Gypsies, say the future but they do not know to cure; as the princes, they are above of the terrenas miseries. Sailors, know to read and to count and know money, what another entity does not happen with none, but load many of the vices of the man of the sea: they like woman of the life, drink in surplus, they are invariably infidels in the love and always walk with little balance. One its cantiga, immortalized in the voices of Clementina de Jesus and Caetano Veloso, says: Oh, sailor, sailor, sailor alone Who taught to you to swim, sailor alone? It was the tumble of the ship Or was the rocking of the sea comes There there comes sailor alone As it comes faceiro of white All, sailor alone With its bonezinho
