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The Human Heart of the Shaman: Part 7

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“The shaman is a bridge between the unseen, and the body is the shaman’s bridge to the seen.” The first time Sarita saw my trauma, she turned my world on its head by telling me to go have sex. It was great— an 87 year-old grandmother, holding a Guadalupe candle, asking me how long it had been. I’m not sure what I was more embarrassed about— admitting the length of the duration or my excuse for it. With my false image of spiritual perfection telling me to be a nun and my neglected trauma telling ...
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The Human Heart of the Shaman: Part 6

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A shaman becomes the medicine by embracing the poison. She saw it right away— the trauma that gripped the throat of my feminine power. She described it as my sadness and my curse, touching her hand to my heart, “but we can heal it, Mija. Gracias a Dios. You are in the right place now.” One was always in the right place with Sarita and she always had just the thing. That was part of her magic. It was all about faith. So whatever brings us here is God’s will, and what we already hold in our hands ...
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The Human Heart of the Shaman: Part 5

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A shaman makes themself as an offering; their personal journey surrendered as a means to healing the collective. I remember the moment so clearly now. The words came out of my mouth and landed with a gravity that cut through my adolescent world, “Let me take it for them.” I had been raped just months before and the painful memory of the act lingered in my cells and weighed on my heart. It wasn’t the first sexual trauma in my life, but this one jarred my world awake. Its betrayal went beyond the ...
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The Human Heart of the Shaman: Part 4

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A shaman’s power is called to action by the compassion born in their suffering. Learning of Sarita’s personal calling created a necessary shift in me. It showed me her human side which gave me hope that, despite my boring suburban roots, I too could become as powerful as she. It also opened my eyes to how deeply one’s personal calling influences their eventual practice and the gifts they bring to it. Sarita’s specialty was physical healing. Her prowess in diagnosing and curing the body was match...
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The Human Heart of the Shaman: Part 3

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A shaman must be free to move between worlds and, in order to do so, we must be free from ourselves and the mediums we use. Life threw in an ironic but healing twist when, a full year after we met, I finally received a translation for her prayers. Her work bridged the traditions of her ancestors with the faith healing she learned later in life, so she prayed both in the name of Pata de águila (Eagle’s Foot) and Jesus, with an emphasis on Jesús. It threw my faith for a moment, but I had already e...
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The Human Heart of the Shaman: Part 2

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A shaman is a bridge to the divine mystery within all things. Living with Madre Sarita revealed the human, the woman, the mother, and even the little girl. We would fall asleep to her favorite novella and wake at 3am to pray; tend to a morning of clients and sneak off to the casino to play. She embraced her humanity and her divinity as one, and that’s what she instilled in me. Though my magical tale would certainly inspire you, it could equally mislead you into a sense that I was simply born und...
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The Human Heart of the Shaman: Part 1

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I inherited more than a lineage of healing; I inherited the lineage of a woman. Sara Vasquez was one of the most formidable healers of our time and a phenomenal example of shameless feminine power— the perfect reflection for a twenty-year old girl awakening to herself as a healer and as a woman. When I met her, she was an 87 year old Mexican curandera (healer), affectionately called Madre Sarita, who stubbornly spoke only five words of English— “kiss”, “makeup”, and “I love you”. Born into a fam...
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