Sastun: My Apprenticeship with a Maya Healer

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man’s hand back and forth, causing the marble to dance about on the flattened palm. Panti moved his face closer to the object, pushing up the glasses the doctors had given him and looking directly into it before pointing and exclaiming, “Yes. There it is. Do you see that black dot? That is your bad luck. That is your illness. Envy. Pure envy.” Panti smiled like a doting father at the man and continued his diagnosis. “Maybe you eat well, have a good job, have handsome cattle or beautiful, obedient children. Your neighbor begins to feel jealousy toward you. That makes you get sick in the head. You lose all your courage and drive. Don’t worry, my friend, we can cure that easy. I understand all of this.” I had no idea what Panti was doing, but I had the feeling I was getting a glimpse of the heart of his work. It was clear that he was more than a man of plants. In some way, the cement house was as much a Maya temple as the ancient pyramids where shamans had healed mind, body, and soul with physical and spiritual means. I thought, perhaps, that he was what I had heard called a H’men (Hehmén). H’men translates as “one who knows.” It was an honored title given to doctor-priests or priestesses of the ancient Maya civilization long before Cortéz and Bishop de Landa carved out the soul of the culture they found in the New World. Juanita awoke me from my thoughts, saying, “The old man is very funny, isn’t he? He laughs and jokes all the time—nothing is serious to him. I can see his loneliness and grief as a widower. Were I not a married woman, I would be tempted to stay with him. He is not poor and a very loving man. He would care for a woman well.” A short time later, the family filed out of the house and took seats on a roadside bench. Each person carried a bag of medicine. They looked cheerful and relieved, handing each other cookies and sodas. As they waited for a lift back to town, they seemed more like carefree tourists than the fretful patients they had been an hour before. Panti came back to the hut and took his customary seat at the chopping block on the floor. His cheeks glowed. I wanted to ask so many questions, but I didn’t know how to start. I didn’t want to pry or seem rude. Finally I said, “A lot of laughter in there, huh?” He grinned and shrugged. “Oh, yes. Most people think too much, but get them to laugh and half of their trouble and sickness will go away.”
We began to chop again, and soon the rhythm picked up where we had left off. Chop, thwack, chop, thwack against the worn blocks. Within the hour, he climbed to his feet and announced he was off to tend to a new mother and her baby. I stayed in the hut chopping medicine until late afternoon, then swept out his yard and piled up the garbage left behind by his patients. As I hiked home in the rain, I thought about what a funny old man he was. I was moved by his genuine compassion and empathy for people’s fright and pain. Despite the gossip, I saw no “witch doctor.” I saw a healer of the highest caliber and a talented clown. I saw a H’men.
Page 4 and 5: DEDICATION Dedicated to Don Elijio
Page 6 and 7: CONTENTS DEDICATION EPIGRAPH ACKNOW
Page 8 and 9: ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I would like to tha
Page 10 and 11: The Whole Earth Review for assignin
Page 12 and 13: tenderness reserved for a favorite
Page 14 and 15: sometimes combining nutritional or
Page 16 and 17: MAP
Page 18 and 19: unsolved mystery until years later
Page 20 and 21: CHAPTER ONE Linden Flowers, Basswoo
Page 22 and 23: As soon as I heard his name, I almo
Page 24 and 25: The old man’s friend had come for
Page 26 and 27: the soil was impoverished, hardpan
Page 28 and 29: opposite bank. In Belizean fashion,
Page 30 and 31: of the village farms, finding an un
Page 32 and 33: “Are there no curanderos in your
Page 34 and 35: Hours later, he reappeared—showin
Page 36 and 37: CHAPTER THREE Wormseed Epasote Chen
Page 38 and 39: “It is too damp and muddy for me
Page 40 and 41: “This is Man Vine. This plant is
Page 44 and 45: CHAPTER FOUR Amaranth Amaranto Cala
Page 46 and 47: One day he stopped to trade and tal
Page 48 and 49: uins of the Maya city of Tikal. The
Page 50 and 51: would become seriously ill. This he
Page 52 and 53: CHAPTER FIVE Jackass Bitters Tres P
Page 54 and 55: that cure. I was sad when he left m
Page 56 and 57: three places, using the sharp end o
Page 58 and 59: myself to sleep in the dust. I had
Page 60 and 61: CHAPTER SIX Corn Maize Im Che Zea m
Page 62 and 63: “I’m willing to wait three year
Page 64 and 65: nothing about them. Please, I want
Page 66 and 67: strapping on plastic flour sacks, m
Page 68 and 69: We’d been steadily trudging uphil
Page 70 and 71: acks and the emerging midday heat.
Page 72 and 73: Where were we now? How far was it y
Page 74 and 75: we had our share of arguments. The
Page 76 and 77: the northern strain—I bathed them
Page 78 and 79: CHAPTER NINE Anal Psychotria acumin
Page 80 and 81: “Claudia, at your service. Maybe
Page 82 and 83: CHAPTER TEN Wild Yam Cocolmeca Dios
Page 84 and 85: He also believed in the Nine Malevo
Page 86 and 87: I had to admire Don Elijio’s simp
Page 88 and 89: stone tools, spinning whorls, shard
Page 90 and 91: four-star hotel. Panti put down his
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Spirits. All of our crystals came o
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“I leave these jícaras with you
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Crystal was sleeping on her bed und
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The aroma of moist, rotting humus w
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There was no evidence and no case,
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We opened the door wide to let the
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make them tired and dizzy. We must
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When I returned with the three-part
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Doña Juana held the lantern overhe
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ailing women came from all over Cen
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He instructed her to boil a handful
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weakness in the legs, and constipat
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Not too confidently, I began to exa
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN Balsam Tree Balsamo
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Later in the day, one of the crew,
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Panti wanted to consult his sastun
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN Allspice Pimienta G
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He was both excited and bewildered,
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I also knew what he meant when he p
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able to treat the mind, body, and s
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that once belonged to a child’s e
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Viento de descuido means Wind of Ca
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worthy of her. She comes out of the
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loodcurdling cry, followed by the s
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Panti spoke quietly to her as she g
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had first seen the book in the 1950
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CHAPTER NINETEEN Duck Flower Contri
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“They don’t understand,” he s
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Doña Rosa spent the night and we h
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men who had asked him to give up hi
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to offer. As we left, one suggested
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Che Xiv, the chief herb formula tha
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Billy Webb Tree
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whispering, kissing and whispering
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“I lost my daughter. I lost my wi
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Antonio who shared his respect for
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I was unable to refuse his request.
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By the time I had finished, Antonio
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Cross Vine Cru
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I followed him in, and he sat down
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I saw that he was crying and bent o
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and met Saint Peter. He looked at m
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A few weeks later, on February 4, 1
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pamphlet. On the back, we printed a
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esembles a basement. There is a cla
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PICTURE SECTION
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Rosita with Don Elijio on the trail
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Don Elijio with patients
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Jackass Bitters
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Contribo (photos by Michael Balick)
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Polly Red Head
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Don Elijio gathering herbs on trail
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Rosita with Don Elijio chopping med
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GLOSSARY OF MAYAN WORDS c’ox ca
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Castor Bean Tree, Oil Nut Ricino, I
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Palo Verde Eupatorium (Critonia) mo
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS Rosita Arvigo Now
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COPYRIGHT HarperSanFrancisco and th
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ABOUT THE PUBLISHER Australia Harpe
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