Virgen de Guadalupe, Albuquerque, New Mexico, December 2013
The universe sends us some very interesting messages. Some are reminders of our past and others are reminders of what our future may bring. I have been very lucky to have been born into a indigenous faith healing tradition that blends my Native American, Tejano and Mexican roots. I recently have had the opportunity to examine up close and personal some of those distinct details, speaking with and learning several ‘blessings’ from an older Cubanoin his 90s who long practiced Macumba in Cuba before arriving on a raft in Miami in 1971. To that extent, I ended up visiting several Botanicas in Los Angeles, California walking away with some lessons learned on ‘old school’ ways of doing ceremony. The following week I was in Albuquerque, New Mexico attending a Barral Institute workshop on brain and spinal cord injuries. Of course this Curandero alsomet up with a group of very adept traditional healers in Curanderismo and was able to participate in a Virgen de Guadalupe celebration held in a traditional Temezcal– the type of sweat lodge that has been used by the Aztecs, Mayans, Toltecs and those that came before. What I learned was this:
These days it seems like I am hearing the same record (or CD or nano ipod) play the same loop over and over. Class warfare. Racial hatred. Gender discrimination. Howard Zinn’s book being banned once again in several states, (this time at the university level.) Now, don’t get me wrong: It’s not that I think the villains are lurking around every corner.
They just found out that their BaZi “consultant” is a hack.
I decided to turn my life around in order to understand a deeper sense of human nature and our interaction with nature itself. My training as a “real” medicine man, a Curandero, and as a traditional healer in my family’s lineage only provides a door way to explore this subject matter.
I have been fortunate to hear and share the stories of those around me. These stories affect our lives everyday. This past week has been a reminder that people live with death everyday. The stories of this past week that were shared with me about death vary in nature and circumstance.
Have you ever had the moment in your life when you say, “I knew it in my gut,” or “I know deep down inside…” or how about “I can feel it in my bones.” Regardless of the language, culture or country of origin, every culture has expressions that talk about the body and the messages it conveys. The problem is that we do not know how right we really are.