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Sastun: My Apprenticeship with a Maya Healer

by Rosita Arvigo

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN<br />

Skunk Root Zorillo Payche Chiococca alba<br />

A tropical vine whose dark, brittle, and meandering root is one of the most important remedies in<br />

<strong>Maya</strong> medicine. The root is used for stomach ulcers, pain, and ailments <strong>with</strong> multiple, confusing<br />

systems. The bark of the vine and the root are taken as a tea to ward off black magic, envy, the evil<br />

eye, and evil spirits. The leaves are part of the Nine Xiv formula for herbal bathing.<br />

Only a few weeks later, Don Elijio and I were making a wound powder of<br />

dried Cancer Herb and Tres Puntas leaves when a stocky Indian man bolted<br />

through the doorway.<br />

“Don Elijio.” The man’s voice trembled. “I come <strong>with</strong> much faith. I<br />

bring you a woman who is truly ill.”<br />

The man stepped to one side, revealing a disheveled woman in her late<br />

forties wearing torn and badly soiled clothes. Her hair was stiff and matted,<br />

her complexion gray, and her expression tortured. It was her eyes, though,<br />

that were the most frightening. Her fixed gaze sent an icy feeling through<br />

my veins.<br />

She was being propped up by a brawny man on either side of her. Her<br />

strong escorts, we learned, were her sons Roberto and José.<br />

I instinctively grabbed her hand and helped her to sit down on one of<br />

the stools. She slipped forward, drooling uncontrollably. The drool<br />

streamed down her chin and fell onto her lap. The son named Roberto<br />

quickly jumped up to wipe off his mother’s face.<br />

The woman began shifting her body from side to side and doing what I<br />

can only describe as a panting growl. I looked over at Panti to see he was as<br />

calm and in control as ever.<br />

“Our mother took sick about two weeks ago,” explained José.<br />

Late one Tuesday night, their mother, Angelina, was in her room<br />

combing her hair while the rest of the family sat in the living room.<br />

Suddenly they heard her door slam shut and the lock click. A coarse,<br />

unfamiliar voice bellowed from her room, then moaning and a

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