As mentioned in my previous posts, I have been graced with the honor of meeting and observing a Cree medicine man who demonstrated a high level of healing abilities. Henry Ross has claimed to heal patients with modern dieseases that have eluded doctors such as cancer and AIDS. In accordance with Native healing once you have been treated, these diseases never return unless you chose to return to the lifestyle that created this disease to begin with. For example, if you were doctored for AIDS and were successfully treated there is no reason for the disease to return unless you decided to go back to your old lifestyle of abusing your body by injecting yourself with dirty needles.
I guess Henry was as intrigued with me as I was with him. I obviously caught his attention by all the extra "energy" I was emitting (or sucking up... I couldn't tell). After all the drama with the crow that was following me, the sweat ceremony and the freaky little drummer boy that was sent to the house in the middle of the night, I finally wore him down and he granted me my wish to see him doctor someone. Of course, there were preliminary rules laid out so I wouldn't upset the natural balance of things. First thing, I was not allowed to ask questions or engage in conversation. Essentially I had to shut up during the whole session - anyone that remotely even knows me should already know that this is an almost an impossible task. Secondly, I had to sit in the far corner of the room and remain respectfully in my seat - so I couldn't hover above the patient and bore my eyes into his/her soul. Thirdly, I was not allowed to record any of this with a camera or video cam - so this is probably why you will never see a You Tube video posted of such extraordinary events. Lastly, I had to ask my extra friends hanging out with me to leave. Pardon me? That's right, you read correctly. Henry had requested that my invisible friends needed to momentarily leave me.
I was stunned. I had "invisible friends"? Yes, apparently a whole entourage of them. Henry wasn't able to pick out specifics but he was able to tell me I had at least three of them and the only one that was consistently with me and demonstrated the greatest amount of energy had a female energy about her. Wow... and this summer just gets stranger and stranger. How does one go about telling their friends whom you can't see to butt out without hurting their invisible feelings? Hmmmm... perhaps through a memo?
Dear Invisible Peeps Hovering Above Me,
Today at 12:10PM I will be attending a healing session and your presence is respectfully declined at this engagement. You may resume your usual hovering and energy emitting activities after the patient has been miraculously cured of whatever ailment that has befuddled the mighty White Doctors. If you don't agree to these terms, please be advised that your extraterrestial energy may jeopardize a humble Native man's attempt to save a life.
Kindest Regards,
Your Human That Can't See You
Well apparently all I had to do was clear my mind, create a safe place in my mind for my "peeps" to appear and let them know why they needed to just leave me momentarily. R-i-g-h-t... Again, I was wondering if Henry was smoking the sage grass instead of sacredly burning it. Okay I suppose I can do this. So I did sit quietly and sort of meditated - I really don't know how to quiet my mind - but I did visualize a place. It sort of looked like a nice clearing in a green meadow with a babbling brook and the sun is glistening off the dew drops (if this sounds familiar it's because I ripped the image off of Ferngully the cartoon movie). I never really "saw" anyone appeared although I think I did conjure up some fairies dancing around. Anyways I could tell Henry was getting impatient with me and my images of fairies dancing about in my meadows so I told him I was ready even though I really wasn't.
I uneasily sat in the chair in the corner as instructed. Joyce was also in the room to assist Henry with the doctoring. A Metis girl in her twenties who was accompanied by her mom, hobbled in on crutches. Prior to the patient's arrival, Henry had already cleansed the space by burning sage grass. The pale looking girl lifted her leg and revealed a calf that was so swollen that it was the same size as her thigh! I quickly covered my mouth so that my gasp of horror was not heard. Henry took out his eagle bone and started blowing through it. When he does this, colors and shapes appear on the patient which reveals to Henry why the patient is not well. Usually the inflamed organ will appear brighter in color to him then the rest of the body. In this case, he was able to spot a clot in the main artery. He started talking to Joyce in a really low inaudible tone and all I see is Joyce taking some herbs from a drawer and handing Henry a very large knife. From my angle I can see a blade on it that looked like about nine inches long. He started chanting and then took the knife to slice into her swollen calf! My mouth was still stifled by my hand but now my eyes were bulging out of my sockets. The pale girl did not even wince or scream. It was like there was no pain at all. He then took his eagle bone and sucked on the open wound. I didn't see much at this point but I did hear a "p-tink" when he spat whatever he sucked out into the albalone shell. He then quickly puts some herbs into the open wound and placed his hand over it while chanting a prayer. Unbelievably the wound sealed into a neat line leaving only a straight thin scar upon the removal of his hand. From start to end, the whole procedure took about 15 minutes. Every second of those 15 minutes was an assault on my senses and my belief system. The patient appeared to be in a trance and her mom had to assist her up. Henry gave her some instructions for after care and the girl that was butchered before my eyes but never made a peep finally left.
Henry asked me to leave the room and I was left all alone with my overwhelming images burnt into my brain. Nothing scientifically could explain what I just witnessed. Even documenting this transaction of my life seems like perfect evidence that I should be committed to the Looney Bin. Henry finally comes out from the room. He looks at me, smiles and then tells me that it was a good thing I did a lousy job of following his 4th request. Apparently the "female" energy decided to help Henry heal and if it wasn't for her assistance he wouldn't have been able to successfully treat his patient. This was one of those very rare moments in life where I was silent... speechless in fact.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
What's The Probability?
I find myself at yet another crossroad in my life. This one is complicated in that family is involved so whatever decision I make will have a ripple effect either positively or negatively onto them. Unfortunately I no longer live a life where my decisions are my consequences alone. When I am in these situations, I weigh everything logically. Sometimes I drag out my giant pad and I try to see if mathematically the numbers prove if a situation is feasible. Sometimes I sit on my computer and Google to death whatever I am seeking hoping to connect somewhere between space, time and strangers. Sometimes I force my husband to listen to all my neurotic ramblings and because he isn't caught up in the emotions he is able to summarize only the details that count. Sometimes I gather my girlfriends or my best friend (my sister) and we maul over EVERYTHING with a glass of wine in hand. As a last resort, sometimes I ask for some help from my team "upstairs".
Well, this is one of those situations. Three nights ago I sent out a silent prayer for a sign as to what direction I should take. I know in my previous prayers they have always been answered. No one believes me when I tell them this but this is true.
Back in University I was failing most courses requiring numbers miserably. As economics, calculus, finance, statistics and accounting were core courses for my Business Degree I had to pass with at least a C- to graduate. I struggled through everthing but the one course that killed me was my fourth year statistics class. I failed it once already so on my second round I finally got this tutor to help me. He was actually a Stats professor from Douglas College and was very good at teaching "challenged" students such as me. He saw me struggle everyday but like a stubborn dog I kept at it, making progress but never enough to get me the C- I needed. He felt bad for me and unlike his other students that he tutored, he confessed that I was the ONLY one that never asked him to cheat for them! Apparently he had the reputation that if you showed him enough money he would do all your assignments and projects for you. I thought his high hourly rate reflected that he was just a good tutor but I never realized it was because it was a premium "cheat" rate. Even though I studied everyday, my overall mark was just a pathetic C- and I needed at least a B on my final to pass. My entire life I had excelled and the thought of dropping out of the Business Faculty made me so nauseous that I couldn't sleep. As a last resort, for two nights prior to my final exam I prayed for a miracle. The night before my tutor gave me a mock exam to test my readiness and I bombed it. I cried. He was so overwhelmed with my emotion that he left me by myself just sobbing loudly for what felt like forever. Finally he returned. This time however, he came back with a miracle.
The year prior, one of the students actually broke into his Professor's office, stole the final exam for this exact stats class and brought it back to my tutor to work out all the answers. Coincidentally, the stolen exam was written by my Professor so the probability that he would use it again was pretty good. I stared at disbelief at my tutor's offer. He told me he normally charges thousands of dollars for this but because he had a soft spot for me this was a gift from him and more importantly he would work through it with me to solve everything correctly.
I remembered driving home and reviewing in my head what my tutor instructed. If by chance my Professor actually used this exam I was to purposely get 10-12 wrong so it wouldn't look like I blatantly cheated. The entire time I was driving my hand was trembling on the steering wheel and I kept thinking I was going to crash because of my incredible luck. No way in effin hell was this happening right? I stayed up the rest of the night going over the exam because I knew that even though I didn't understand it, I can memorize it to verbatim. I went to bed and asked my team upstairs for a miracle.
The next morning I was given the final exam. This was THE exam that would determine if my degree was to be in Business or in Geography. I turned the cover page... and almost peed my pants. According to my tutor, statistically my Professor would recycle his exams every 1/10 of a semester which meant there was a 10% chance I would get THE exam. Well here it was, sitting on my desk laid out in the exact same order that I had practiced the night before. I wanted to puke. I checked to see if anyone else can see I was sweating bullets or hear my heart pounding. I even pinched myself several times to see if I was dreaming. As planned, I got a perfect B on my exam and graduated with a degree in Business Administration.
That day, I became a believer that I had a team "upstairs." I am a self conscious student always practicing my mindfulness that I am on the path I had set out. I watch for signs, try to read what the greater Universe is sending me and chess play according to that.
Three days ago I had ask for help again. The last two days I have been seeing a higher than normal amount of large birds following me. Like 3 hawks and 3 eagles to be exact. I don't know what that means but I have a gut feeling it's a message to the questions I am asking.
Well, this is one of those situations. Three nights ago I sent out a silent prayer for a sign as to what direction I should take. I know in my previous prayers they have always been answered. No one believes me when I tell them this but this is true.
Back in University I was failing most courses requiring numbers miserably. As economics, calculus, finance, statistics and accounting were core courses for my Business Degree I had to pass with at least a C- to graduate. I struggled through everthing but the one course that killed me was my fourth year statistics class. I failed it once already so on my second round I finally got this tutor to help me. He was actually a Stats professor from Douglas College and was very good at teaching "challenged" students such as me. He saw me struggle everyday but like a stubborn dog I kept at it, making progress but never enough to get me the C- I needed. He felt bad for me and unlike his other students that he tutored, he confessed that I was the ONLY one that never asked him to cheat for them! Apparently he had the reputation that if you showed him enough money he would do all your assignments and projects for you. I thought his high hourly rate reflected that he was just a good tutor but I never realized it was because it was a premium "cheat" rate. Even though I studied everyday, my overall mark was just a pathetic C- and I needed at least a B on my final to pass. My entire life I had excelled and the thought of dropping out of the Business Faculty made me so nauseous that I couldn't sleep. As a last resort, for two nights prior to my final exam I prayed for a miracle. The night before my tutor gave me a mock exam to test my readiness and I bombed it. I cried. He was so overwhelmed with my emotion that he left me by myself just sobbing loudly for what felt like forever. Finally he returned. This time however, he came back with a miracle.
The year prior, one of the students actually broke into his Professor's office, stole the final exam for this exact stats class and brought it back to my tutor to work out all the answers. Coincidentally, the stolen exam was written by my Professor so the probability that he would use it again was pretty good. I stared at disbelief at my tutor's offer. He told me he normally charges thousands of dollars for this but because he had a soft spot for me this was a gift from him and more importantly he would work through it with me to solve everything correctly.
I remembered driving home and reviewing in my head what my tutor instructed. If by chance my Professor actually used this exam I was to purposely get 10-12 wrong so it wouldn't look like I blatantly cheated. The entire time I was driving my hand was trembling on the steering wheel and I kept thinking I was going to crash because of my incredible luck. No way in effin hell was this happening right? I stayed up the rest of the night going over the exam because I knew that even though I didn't understand it, I can memorize it to verbatim. I went to bed and asked my team upstairs for a miracle.
The next morning I was given the final exam. This was THE exam that would determine if my degree was to be in Business or in Geography. I turned the cover page... and almost peed my pants. According to my tutor, statistically my Professor would recycle his exams every 1/10 of a semester which meant there was a 10% chance I would get THE exam. Well here it was, sitting on my desk laid out in the exact same order that I had practiced the night before. I wanted to puke. I checked to see if anyone else can see I was sweating bullets or hear my heart pounding. I even pinched myself several times to see if I was dreaming. As planned, I got a perfect B on my exam and graduated with a degree in Business Administration.
That day, I became a believer that I had a team "upstairs." I am a self conscious student always practicing my mindfulness that I am on the path I had set out. I watch for signs, try to read what the greater Universe is sending me and chess play according to that.
Three days ago I had ask for help again. The last two days I have been seeing a higher than normal amount of large birds following me. Like 3 hawks and 3 eagles to be exact. I don't know what that means but I have a gut feeling it's a message to the questions I am asking.
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