SHAMANIC HEALING IN LAOS
Laos is the mostly heavily bombed nation on the planet. They call them “bombes” the cluster bombs dropped by the Americans during the war.
I was invited to an isolated village, 20 km. down a dirt road, near the Vietnam border which only recently has cleared the unexploded bombs from their fields.
SHAMAN GAI wanted to do a shamanic healing on my wound. I had an accident with my writing hand while trekking with the Black Hmong in the mountains of North Vietnam, just over the Chinese border. They operated on my wound in the French hospital in Hanoi.
I met SHAMAN GAIL at my friend Vandara’s house in Lupang Prabang where I was recuperating. I knew immediately she was a shaman and heeded her call for a healing. It was a tremendous experience.
I felt the land weeping as I arrived. A weeping land and I never met such powerful and authentic women, all spinners and weavers, filled with such joy.
How can it be that they not only survived such atrocity but demonstrated such an intense passion for life?
Surrounded by the renegade electron I keep writing about in my Heisenberg essays, these women were the literal face of the authentic feminine I have been seeking in art. They make art with their hands, weaving from the fiber that sustains their lives.
The twin birds on the top of the spread represent the Gemini evoked by my sister on her birthday. In alchemy, twins represent the birth of the New.
Chiron, the wounded healer, rising on the ascendent with Neptune in Pisces, reborn as the fully empowered female shaman that I experienced in the jungle of Laos, is the energy that guided this post, written with my renewed hand!