Ummm... Didn't You Get The Memo?

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.