The Shamans and the Voice
I grew up in the Southwest along the Mexican Texas border. My parents were both shamans and made their living during the off season from working in the fields as farm laborers, healing people, casting out demons, casting charms and offering counseling to the hundreds of people who came to see them. As a child I was sickly, quiet, shy and skinny. I had six brothers and six sisters, I was in the middle and I seemed to catch it from everyone. The only person who took in interest in me was my great grand father who was 90 or so years old at the time, his son, my grand father was about 70 or so, and they took great pleasure in spending time with me, teaching me about plants, taking me hunting, fishing, and spending time with me. They also taught me to speak to animals, develop ultra sensory perception and the ability to “see”. This is a very …