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He was both excited and bewildered, but in his heart he knew he was<br />
worthy of the gift. He had not prayed for a sastun to bring him fame or great<br />
riches or to harm someone through its power to enchant. He had desired a<br />
sastun to be able to cure more of his patients’ ills.<br />
This was not the first time that I’d heard Panti speak of his dream<br />
visions. Through dreams, the Spirits delivered valuable information to him.<br />
Whenever he was confused about a patient’s illness and didn’t know how to<br />
treat it, he consulted his sastun, asking the Spirits for their help. They often<br />
answered him through dreams, he said, showing him which plant to use,<br />
where to find it, how to use it, and what prayers to say in accompaniment.<br />
“The next day I would grab my bag and my machete and go off to the<br />
mountains to hunt for that specific plant. And I always found it right where<br />
they said to look for it.”<br />
This talk of gremlins, dreams, and ancient <strong>Maya</strong>s was making me more<br />
anxious about what lay ahead for me. I didn’t really know what to make of<br />
Don Elijio’s certainty that I would have a dream vision that night. By now I<br />
had tremendous faith in him and was sure that he had never lied to me. He<br />
seemed calm, so certain that the Spirits would visit and that I wouldn’t die<br />
of fright. I was not so sure, but I decided to accept what he said and have<br />
faith in his wisdom.<br />
By now it was night. We ate a light meal of beans and tortillas. San<br />
Antonio reverberated <strong>with</strong> sounds of the night. Couples carrying boom<br />
boxes walked by on the road. Children cried and dogs barked. I could hear<br />
the verses of hallelujah echoing from the evangelical church nearby.<br />
Panti was too excited to sleep. And I was too nervous. He lay in his<br />
hammock and I in mine, separated by the curtain. We talked through the<br />
doorway for hours before Don Elijio said it was time to sleep.<br />
“You have to sleep if you want to have a dream,” he told me.<br />
“Remember to pray. Have faith, and the Spirits will speak to you tonight.”<br />
His words echoed in my mind, as I curled up around my crystal in my<br />
hammock and prayed, whispering my new ensalmo over and over and<br />
making the sign of the cross over the stone as I had often seen him do.<br />
I wasn’t afraid anymore, but I still had a hard time believing that <strong>Maya</strong><br />
spirits would communicate <strong>with</strong> me through a tiny oracle that resembled an<br />
ordinary marble or a common piece of quartz, pretty as it was. Would the<br />
<strong>Maya</strong> Spirits have anything to say to me?