A Cry in the Streets

A little less pain

On the Street Corner

A woman, a young mother, was shrieking and sobbing in pain on the streets of my little town—hunched over and shaking, with tears streaming down her face. Four elder women around her, trying to comfort her.

I had my arms full of heavy bags from the market and my three boys with me. We were looking for a mototaxi to pick us up after some errands.

I asked my boys, “Can we stop to help?” (They know the work I do.)

They said yes. They waited patiently on the street corner as cars zoomed by.

I asked her and the elder women, “Can I help? I’m here. I’m a curandera.”

I helped her breathe and move the energy and light to the pain. Open it up, exhale… over and over again. As I brought my hand to her shoulder and moved energy in, she winced. Fifteen minutes passed as I opened her hands and arms…

I asked her, “Can you feel it draining down?”

“Yes,” she responded. “Yes.”

She sighed. She stopped wincing and sat upright after being completely hunched over.

Only Love, Only Prayer

The ladies nearby were chattering with stress and concern. I looked up at them and said, “No. No. You pray and visualize the light of God entering her. Do not bring that stress to her. Only love, only prayer.”

They nodded. They prayed. A crowd started forming.

She exhaled deeper. She felt it shift. She stopped screaming. She told me, “It’s feeling better.”

Then she wept and said, “Enough. Thank you.”

She was sitting upright. She was a little less in pain.

I told her to continue with the breath of life and soften her body. She had a huge lump in her chest and shoulder from carrying so much — night feedings, a new baby, old grief. It reduced to about half.

The Ride to the Park

I walked away, grabbed my bags and my boys, and we went to the park.

My boys said to me, as we were crammed into the mototaxi/tuk tuk, “Wow. She was feeling better. She looked better. I’m glad we stopped. She stopped screaming. Why didn’t she know how to move it, Momma?”

I told them, “Not everyone has a momma who knows how the body heals, sweet ones.”

They responded, “Everyone should know how to heal their body.”

I told them, “I agree. That’s why I do what I do. Can you imagine the world without pain?”

They nodded.

Another Afternoon

The boys don’t always understand why I do what I do, and why they don’t have a normal momma that works a job and has money to do all the things. They don’t understand why I come home smelling off or feeling strange.

They asked if I was paid.

I said, “No, not this time, but it will come back around.”

My eldest son said, “We were supposed to help. That’s why we walked down the block, isn’t it?”

I nodded. “You’re right.”

Sometimes I don’t know why I do what I do, but her face shifting, her screams subsiding, and her ability to sit up was beautiful. My boys being able to witness a more extreme case was helpful for their understanding of our life.

When we arrived at the park, I asked for 10 minutes of silence to clear my energy. (I could feel all the pain in her body.)

They nodded and said, “Of course.”

I sat there, relieving myself of what I took on.

Then we played.

Another afternoon.

I meditated constantly about going back to a job this month. To support my boys, yet my calling calls. Help me keep going.

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