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Sastun: My Apprenticeship with a Maya Healer

by Rosita Arvigo

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CHAPTER TWELVE<br />

Copal Tree Pom Protium copal<br />

The tree and its resin are sacred to the <strong>Maya</strong>, who burn the aromatic resin as incense during<br />

ceremonies of purification, thanksgiving, and supplication to the Gods. The burning of Copal incense<br />

is a specific treatment for spiritual diseases such as envy, fright, the evil eye, grief, and sadness. It is<br />

believed to ward off evil spirits and black magic. The powdered bark is applied to wounds and<br />

infected sores. The boiled bark relieves stomach cramps and destroys intestinal parasites. The resin<br />

forms the basis of a varnish used on many fine woods.<br />

Shortly after the Primicia, a refugee from El Salvador named Orlando<br />

showed up at our gate asking for work. We had a herculean task before us<br />

of felling several dead sixty-foot trees, sawing up the branches, and burning<br />

them so the snakes wouldn’t take up residence in the underbrush. We knew<br />

we couldn’t do it alone, so after counting our scarce cash, we agreed to hire<br />

him for the next three days.<br />

By the end of the second day, we had felled dozens of trees and were<br />

preparing to burn the piles of branches. I hated clearing the forest, thinking<br />

it sad to see such noble trees lying on the ground, having surrendered their<br />

lives to our needs. That day our farm looked like a graveyard to me, <strong>with</strong><br />

our machetes dripping <strong>with</strong> the trees’ life-giving sap.<br />

We knew it was imperative to set the brush on fire at the appropriate<br />

time of day, due to the wind’s ability to carry away the flames, especially<br />

during the dry season. One had to have the experience and knowledge of<br />

the bush to do it right, and after talking <strong>with</strong> Orlando, he assured us <strong>with</strong><br />

supreme confidence that he did. He puffed up his chest and said, “Si, señor,<br />

yo sé bién.” Yes, sir, I know well.<br />

At eight the next morning he ceremoniously set fire to a dozen piles of<br />

brush and tree trunks only ten yards from our two huts. Within minutes<br />

Greg and I knew he and we had made a serious mistake. The early morning<br />

wind began swirling around the farm carrying menacing tongues of flame.<br />

We quickly were engulfed as ten-foot-high flames whipped around in every<br />

direction.

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