Yesterday Blew Thunder and I went into town, to take packages to the post office, among other town errands. When we walked into the post office with fifteen boxes, a flurry of activity began to build around us. Keep in miund, this is a very small rural town with a population around 2000. Most trips to the post office involve us and seeing the post mistress. Sometimes we see one or two other people as they check their boxes. It is usually very quiet.
Today was different. People came in and out as we stood, recording each box, at the service desk. Blew thunder began to chat with the postal employee as I filled out the rest of the forms for the packages. One woman told him a story about how she had gotten a wound and used a tiny bit of essential oil which we had gifted to our neighbor Nacho a long time ago when he was injured. She said it was simply amazing how well it worked. Another woman became interested and asked if essential oils could help with anxiety for her son. Then another woman came in and piped up that she needed high quality oils and was looking for a place to find them (I gave her our website and directed her to the sources page to order them from our buyers club). A man even came in the little lobby and took part in the conversation. It was a wild little vortex of people telling healing stories.
The clincher for me was when the first woman, who I did not even know, came up to me and looked in my eyes, and said, "Thank you for writing this book. My partner and I have started the Ascension and are both noticing changes already." I then realized that she must be the partner of a woman who had purchased the Food for Ascension book here in Fredonia. She was using the book to guide her in raising her frequency, and already she was happy about the results! It was awesome and humbling at the same time.
Then a while later, we went into the US Forrest Service office. As we talked with the man at the desk, we dropped off the permit that Blew Thunder had to get for us to hold a clean-up on Forrest Road 22, to happen Friday and Saturday. We will, of course, begin with a song and drum to honor Mother Earth. A small native man walked in to the room behind us and joined the conversation. The man behind the desk introduced him as Richard, who had been with the Fredonia Forrest Service office for over 30 years! Richard smiled and said he felt like it was 2000 years, and I nodded, In a way, it was 2000 years I am sure!
Some how the conversation led to herbs and healing, and I said that I do heal with herbs, and I do it in the old way-talking to the spirits of the herbs to learn from them how to use these medicines. Richard's face lit up and he said that "nobody believes it anymore", and then proceeded to tell us that he was a Hopi from Hotevilla, and his father had been a healer and an herbalist. Richard had inherited the ability to see and hear in the spirit world, but had chosen not to become a healer. He made this choice because he wanted a family of his own, and in the Hopi tradition at the time, there was a great sacrifice for the family of a healer because he would be a t the beck and call of every person in need. He knew that his family life would suffer and he chose to let it go. He still does have his father's stash of wild herbs in his possession, and knows where to find them.
We talked a little longer, then the conversation went back to the permit. For a moment, Richard looked at me. He said his palms were tingling. He said that in the kiva ceremonies, when the spirits come in, they talk to him by making his palms tingle. That is his point of connection and communication with the spirit world. He said his palms were telling him that I was "the real thing".
We all exchanged our greetings and went our separate ways, agreeing that we would all be meeting again. The man behind the desk (in a wheel chair) also disclosed that he had been a healer and then his heart was broken. He wanted to know if oils could mend a broken heart. I promised to talk to him again about that.
Everywhere we went, people just started talking about healing. It was like walking around in an ancestral vortex. Something remarkable has changed for me with the mergence of my Lakota GGGrandmother. I feel that I have grounded a piece of myself in a whole new way. And I did not even know it was missing!!!
Kachina
