The driver Vanderlei (this is a first name here) and I drive
up to a home 12 km outside the city of Aimorés. It’s the very well known and well-respected
Bryce: the medicine man.
First I see a man in very dirty clothes, and I wonder if
this is “our guy.” Earlier this week I heard he had given the advice to put
some substance on my ankle and then use an iron. Alright, so I’m a tad bit
nervous, just a tad. But I trust this community and all the people that
recommend him without a doubt. We get out of the car and Vanderlei walks up to
the man; therefore, I do too and shake his hand. Okay, this is Bryce. But eh, either
he has a lot of calluses on his hand, or chunks of dirt.
We have to wait a little bit because Bryce is feeding their animals.
A bucket passes me by with a strange colored mixture of things, probably corn
and milk, etc. but it looks like throw-up. The pig is happy though. I see
various chickens, a dog sun bathing, and two skitter cats that look at me like “what
the hell woman.” They’re a bit skinny. It smells like animals, but it doesn’t
bother me. I grew up with chickens, horses, and goats. Love ‘m J At the front there’s a
horse on a rope, tied to the tree, and she’s “hooked up” to the carriage.
Definitely a working horse. I have no idea what kind of work these people
normally do… Hey, there’s his wife, she’s very clean. Oh my, why is that the
first thing I notice. I guess I’ve lived in the US long enough to having become
very accustomed to all the sterile all the time and everywhere.
I just hope that I’m getting a clean treatment… But I don’t
even know what this treatment will entail. Oh my, a medicine man, an iron, and
now: there’s the cat. He/she just caught a mouse and lays it in front of him/her.
We had cats growing up, but they would catch ‘m, kill ‘m, and then leave ‘m
alone. It’d be a present for us, meaning: I love you. Naaaah buddy, not this
one. The cat starts chewing on it. And eating it. There’s blood. And he looks
at me, again with that look “what the hell do you want woman. This is my mouse!
Leave me alone.” Okay okay, but in the meantime I’m taking some pictures of ya,
please proceed devouring your bloody mouse, Mr. Cat.
Still slightly nervous, but so glad that Vanderlei is here,
and even happier that my level of Portuguese is so that I understand the conversations.
Makes me feel less estranged. Graças a Deus! And then, Bryce is ready. We are escorted
to the veranda. His wife invites me to sit on a bench. Then Bryce walks over
and he holds paperwork, two metals sticks (yikes!), and a book. He invites us
to prayer. There I stand with three sweet Brazilians. I realize this is the
beginning of my consultation session. They’re praying to God for the
consultation to go well. I’m just hoping I’m not going to get burned by an
iron. But, this is a very special moment though.
After prayer, Bryce’s wife rubs his hands, like an energy
massage. He then asks me to stand in front of him. It’s kind of an interesting picture
(I wanted to take one so badly, but wanted to respect the situation and just
remember so that I could write about it). Per illustration: Vanderlei sits very
relaxed on the edge of the porch (he’s gone through this before), I stand on
the veranda as I smell the animals and see the horse tied to the tree. Bryce
stands before me with his right hand in his wife’s hands behind him whom
continues the energy massage. Then he pulls out the metal stick… For a second,
I kid you not, I think that he’s going to pierce my chest. But then, he touches
my body in different places, and I’m thinking that’s how the energy is
transferred, so he can “read” what’s “wrong” with me energetically. I look to
the book and it says: “bio-energetico.” (Remember remember remember that word,
Lieneke, is what I’m thinking, so I can look it up.) Here’s the definition: “bio-energetics
is the study of the flow and the transformations
of energy that occur in living organisms.”
He opens the book and
there are different segments that I have to put my left hand on, and sometimes
just my index finger. Through the energy he’s testing which physical ailments I
have. Well, I came to solve my ankle problem. But knowing that everything
happens for a reason, I’m definitely curious to find out what he experiences.
Bryce asks me, so you have headaches? Eh yeah, every day, especially when I get
up. He writes down notes. Then he tells me, you have little gall stones, ten of
‘m. He writes again. Then he leaves. The wife asks me to sit.
As I sit there, I see the mountains and the hills, the red
dirt, a car coming by, Vanderlei still sitting as relaxed as ever, and the wife
still standing. I look to my diagonal right and see that the horse has a huge
erection. Oh my god, it goes up and down… Nobody cares.
Bryce returns with paper bags that contain dried leaves. He
takes a leave of each bag. We go bag to our “assembly line” of three and Bryce
asks to open my left hand, and to close it. I guess he needs to test if this is
the right combination of leaves for me to heal me from my gallstones. He writes
again.
I ask him also about my back pain and ankle and if he found out
anything. I asks me to take a step down the veranda (he’s kind of short), and
to put my arms around my back. He grabs my hands and pops my back. Regarding
the ankle, I need to wrap it in clay, so that the clay can reduce the liquid in
the ligaments. Also, to reduce my head aches, I need to mix the clay and
massage my hair with it and put it on top of my head. I need to use the clay
for five days, for two hours each day. And so I did, I had clay on my head
today, for two hours.
