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A week ago she had been waiting for her husband to come home for<br />
dinner, wondering why he was so late. “Suddenly, I felt very frightened, but<br />
I didn’t know why,” she recalled.<br />
As she sat on her front porch brushing her hair and fretting, a warm<br />
wind came up from the field behind her house and whipped around to the<br />
front.<br />
“The moment the wind blew over me, I felt a chill go through my body.<br />
I pushed my children inside and slammed all the doors and windows closed,<br />
but it was too late. In the morning my arm was as you see it now. What’s<br />
wrong <strong>with</strong> me, tato?”<br />
He poked and jabbed at her swollen arm, leaving tiny, white<br />
impressions in her taut flesh. She winced in pain and squirmed in her seat.<br />
“It is the Hot Wind of the <strong>Maya</strong>, one of the Nine Malevolent Spirits. I<br />
haven’t seen that old goat for a long while now,” he exclaimed, spreading<br />
his leathery lips into an ample grin.<br />
He motioned for me to check the pulse for myself. It was fat and rapid<br />
and felt as if it could jump out of its fleshy covering. An icy sensation ran<br />
up my arm.<br />
The sastun is not the only way to determine whether an illness has a<br />
spiritual or physical cause. Panti also relied on the pulse for diagnosis,<br />
ascertaining its intensity and pace. A healthy person’s pulse is steady and<br />
moderate and is found at the wrist above the thumb. A sick person’s pulse<br />
can be thin and weak or fat and rapid. The higher up the arm the pulse is<br />
found, the more serious the ailment—whether physical or spiritual.<br />
Panti also used the pulse in his treatments. He prayed into it, since he<br />
considered it a direct route to the blood, the essence of a person’s being.<br />
Carla turned in her chair, pulling at her arm, <strong>with</strong> tears streaming down<br />
her round copper face. Panti began whispering his healing prayers under his<br />
breath while blowing tenderly on her arm.<br />
“Fill her bag <strong>with</strong> Zorillo, Skunk Root, Rosita,” he ordered, then turned<br />
his attention back to Carla. “Start drinking the Zorillo tea tonight while<br />
saying an Our Father. Rosita and I will bring the Tzibche plant to your<br />
house tomorrow. We’ll add it to the Xiv we’re mixing up now. You’ll use it<br />
for nine herbal steam baths.”<br />
Reaching under his cluttered table, he pulled out a hand-sewn cloth bag,<br />
which I recognized as Chinda’s handiwork. From the bag, he removed a<br />
handful of dried, powdered Copal resin. He placed it on a piece of paper