Shamanic Bee Healing Centre

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11/03/2021

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“El mundo era [es] una biblioteca y sus libros eran [son] las piedras, las hojas, la hierba, los arroyos y las aves y los animales que compartían, al igual que nosotros, las tormentas y las bendiciones de la tierra”.

The world was [is] a library and its books were [are] the stones, leaves, grass, brooks, and the birds and animals that shared, alike with us, the storms and blessings of earth.”
— Chief Luther Standing Bear,
Oglala Sioux

Se cuida se proteje. She is to be cared for and protected. All Our Relations.

Art from the mural "Mother Earth," by Adry del Rocio in Joibe, Chiapas, Mexico.

06/03/2021

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06/03/2021

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"Friend, do it this way.

When you stand in the Sacred Hoop of the People,

you must to be responsible

because you do not stand-alone.

Many others stand behind you,

depending on you, praying for your success.

Not only your living relatives but also

those who have gone on to the spiritual world

and those who are yet unborn;

all of these stand with you.

And so when you stand in the Sacred Hoop of the People,

you must be responsible.

And when you have need and want to serve the People

you must ask for what you need

with a pure heart of the Creator.

And when you ask what you need to serve the People,

You must have no trace of doubt

that what you have asked

will be given to you

according to your needs.

Then exactly as you have asked,

that is the way it will be."

Phil Lane Sr., Mato Gi, Brown Bear, Ihanktonwan Dakota,
(Jan 11, 1915-March 29, 2004). Shared with deep respect and love, to Uncle Chief Phil Lane, Jr., of the Four Worlds International Institute.

Painting: Spirit Shadows Dancing by Charles Frizzell.

05/03/2021

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What is Curanderismo?

"It is a holistic approach to wellness that has been used in the Americas for hundreds of years. In Mexico, it is also known as Mexican Traditional Medicine, "medicina del campo," and traditional folk medicine. Curanderismo is a natural and powerful way to treat ailments from back pain to depression, post traumatic stress disorder (Susto or Espanto to use culturally specific terms that describe this condition) and helping remove obstacles to stable employment, and other problems of a spiritual nature. Combining the use of prayer, medicinal plants, raw eggs, floral waters (and other sacred tools), spiritual cleansings known as limpias or barridas, massage and ceremony bring about internal and external balance. Limpias can be done alone or prior to hands-on healing.

Curanderismo is considered to be a syncretic system of healing. Depending on the curandera’s religious, cultural, and/or tribal background (if any), it may, or may not, also have Catholic, Sephardic, and/or African influences. In some instances, curanderas may be referred to as "mujer de conocimiento" (woman of knowledge) or if trained in traditional Native ways, "mujer de medicina" (medicine woman) -- the same applies to male practitioners or curanderos. Each curandera has a distinctive practice that is most often learned within the context of her family, community, or Nation/tribe.

In this Mesoamerican healing system, it is believed that disease is caused by social, psychological, physical, environmental and spiritual factors; a disharmony of body, mind, and spirit. Today it continues to be used by people from all walks of life: health care professionals, physicians, educators, students, and homemakers, as an adjunct to conventional medical interventions." ~©2004, Grace Alvarez Sesma of Curanderismo, the Healing Art of Mexico

My practice and teachings are rooted primarily in the Mexika, Mayan, and Zapotec healing traditions of Mexico (although I also have training in North American indigenous practices), therefore my website and this page are named "Curanderismo, the Healing Art of Mexico."

Blessings,
Griselda (Grace) Sesma
www.curanderismo.org

Painting: Curandera by Carmen Lomas Garza, "a Chicana narrative artist who creates images about the everyday events in the lives of Mexican Americans based on her memories and experiences in Texas and California."-from her website, http://carmenlomasgarza.com

03/03/2021

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I want to remember my grandfather as making
heads of cabbage shriek when he approached
with a blade. He was that good.
I’d like to think that it was okay for Pepe,
his last-born son to work the fields,
carrying a tin pail loaded with cucumbers
because with each step the weight
plays his spine like an accordion,
and his music inspires the braceros
to hoe faster for a higher yield
of commissions. I’d like to think
that my mother—a young girl of 7
with micro lacerations on her knuckles
left by the okra she’s picking—
could unspool the collective cuts
& hand the thread over to her amá
to stitch together a First Communion dress.
I want to think of my grandfather
as resourceful, turning a diamondback’s
molt into a pair of argyle socks
for bautismos, bodas, y entierros.
I’d like to think that tufts of mint
sprouted from his boot prints overnight,
his thumb allayed both tooth & heartache,
that he could make the Salton Sea
swimmable again, that the calla lilies
he nursed radiated clean light for him
y Josie y Salva y Lola y Pepe y Güerita
as they trekked back to camp after dusk.
I want to believe there was a day
while tilling soil he unearthed a rare coin
stamped with the portrait of Porfirio Díaz,
whose stoic gaze—matched only
by my grandfather’s—shattered
the confidence of an emperor
& had he kept it, the coin would be worth
the payout to the salt miner’s widow.
What I don’t want to know is how
my grandfather kicked my mother out
to look for work or how she returned
to find the pages of her textbooks folded
into a knot of toads. This was not
the grandfather who spoiled me with comics,
helados, and five-dollar bills, unsupervised
time with a knife shaving sticks,
their gold bark curling like a scorpion’s tail.
I want to believe that he traded that coin
at Lopez Hardware for a canteen to displace
the town’s only oasis to mollify his thirst.
I say from experience
thirst is a devil’s fork on the tongue
of the desperate so I know it tempted
my grandfather to drink the bottled oasis.
I want to believe that he thought
of every throat in the valley as a cup
as he listened to the hum of the horizon.
— John Olivares Espinoza, Portrait of a Bracero, José Olivares (his grandfather). Poem via Poets Responding.

Art by Jay Mercado, https://www.jaymercado.com/paintings