Sastun: My Apprenticeship with a Maya Healer

By the time I had finished, Antonio and Helena looked remarkably
relieved.
“Thank you, thank you, praise God that you are here to help us,” they
told me. “We were so weary of people telling us that there was nothing they
could do for us. May God repay you and grant you a long life.”
As they left, I wondered if my prayers would work. Then I remembered
Panti’s warning to never harbor doubt or the power to heal is severely
diluted. “Don’t say to yourself, ‘I hope this works’ or ‘Maybe this will
work.’ No, you state clearly that you have faith with all your heart.”
I reaffirmed my faith with a favorite prayer, “I believe, Lord, help Thou
my unbelief,” and went on with my day.
That night I had a dream vision. I saw myself lying on the grass in a
field, facing the cloudless blue sky. I felt a sense of uneasiness and I was
afraid, very afraid, without knowing why.
Suddenly, a powerful male Angel towered above my head. He wore the
black and silver garments of a medieval knight and held a warrior’s black
shield and a menacing sword, which he seemed ready to brandish in my
defense. Although his appearance was frightening, I knew he was there to
protect me. I felt my fear drain away into the earth. He was the Spirit of
Zorillo.
On my right was a magnificent, tall, female Angel, bedecked in a gown
of sparkling golden hues. She arched her wings over me, enveloping me in
her warm, amber luminescence. She was the Spirit of Copal.
To my left was a pure white female Angel, clothed in glowing
crystalline garments that poured forth pearly white light. She stood
serenely, emanating love and grace. She was the Spirit of Rue.
At my feet, another Angel stood. He was somewhat out of focus but I
could feel his presence. He too was a powerful guardian. He was the Spirit
of the stone of Esquipulas.
The Spirit of Zorillo was fiercely protective, reminding me of a samurai,
ready to pounce. He was on guard, scanning the distance for any sign of
evil or danger. The other Spirits—Copal, Rue, and the stone of Esquipulas
—were equally powerful but not warriors. They emanated strength and
warmth and a supreme confidence in their abilities to protect me.
I was engulfed by their protective shields and knew no harm could
penetrate.