Mi-Shell
1.) Camp Renewal : Because NOBODY should face cancer alone!
That is their slogan.
An organization of cancer survivors helping cancer survivors, because only a cs KNOWS how a cs feels....
They had heard of me through Wellspring, Toronto and asked me to lead a Healing Drum workshop at the annual 3 day retreat on a private wilderness location “up here” (will not name names to protect participants)
I was then subsequently asked to join the organizers of the retreat as a spiritual consultant / shaman and be available for all participants, should they wish to talk........
So last weekend I arrived at the most beautiful location: Amidst lush pine forest are a group of laaaaarge post and beam lodges and outbuildings all facing a picturesque private lake. Individual cabins for participants and staff dot the shore, docks, a swimming area, an amphitheatre, a camp-fire circle, lots of meadows and rock gardens, walkways to nearby rapids, ponds and Beaver-dams.........
I had my car stuffffed to the brim: 45 drums, 30 rattles, all kinds of percussion instruments, Tibetan singing bowls, bells, you name it...
Also my Bear-fur, my Medicine Basket with shamanic tools to create a sacred Healing Circle......>> You get the idea.....
I was greeted by the other organizers - all either cancer “survivors” themselves or immediate relatives of someone affected.
I wrote the “survivor“ in “ “ because most everyone there is terminal or with dire prognosis.
A few participants helped me to unload the car and set up for the morning’s Healing Drum circle.
One young slender delicate woman immediately caught my attention. Huuuuge eyes fixed on my every move, every word.. She followed me around hoping for a word. Lara - I will name her Lara - (all names will be changed to protect individuals) introduced herself: ”I have heard of you! you healed D.!
She told me!
and you helped F and J.!
Will you help me? I am so scared! I do not want to die!”
I knew:
This encounter would set the tone of what I will do that weekend.
A blue handkerchief, graced her head, hiding the scar, the center mark and protecting the radiation burn on her head - But did not hide the “angry blue glow” I “saw” deep inside her neocortex.
I put my hands onto her head:
She was shaking.
I felt her trapped energy; high voltage with nowhere to go, but in erratic zig zags her head
“ All I can do, is pray for you and pray with you.
All I can do is help you with the fear.
All I can do is teach you how to find some Balance and Beauty.”
“It is the fear, that eats me“, she said.
Move away from it: Take a deeeeeep breath ....... and another one...... 3....4 .....
and now focus on the here and now....
and help me with the smudge”
A group had gathered, watching the proceedings. I explained the herbs and the reason for smudging. ( - see Teaching Tent....)
I mentioned, that especially for them, I also had brought a few other herbs, cancer fighters: Burdock root, Water Cress, Sheep’s Sorrel, Una’ de’ Gato, Slippery Elm bark, and dried Echinacea flower....
“They do not smell quite as nice as Sage, Cedar and Sweet Gras, however....”
First there were just 12 women lined up - then word went around and most of the 48 participants came to be smudged and blessed......
The first tears started flowing.....
That is their slogan.
An organization of cancer survivors helping cancer survivors, because only a cs KNOWS how a cs feels....
They had heard of me through Wellspring, Toronto and asked me to lead a Healing Drum workshop at the annual 3 day retreat on a private wilderness location “up here” (will not name names to protect participants)
I was then subsequently asked to join the organizers of the retreat as a spiritual consultant / shaman and be available for all participants, should they wish to talk........
So last weekend I arrived at the most beautiful location: Amidst lush pine forest are a group of laaaaarge post and beam lodges and outbuildings all facing a picturesque private lake. Individual cabins for participants and staff dot the shore, docks, a swimming area, an amphitheatre, a camp-fire circle, lots of meadows and rock gardens, walkways to nearby rapids, ponds and Beaver-dams.........
I had my car stuffffed to the brim: 45 drums, 30 rattles, all kinds of percussion instruments, Tibetan singing bowls, bells, you name it...
Also my Bear-fur, my Medicine Basket with shamanic tools to create a sacred Healing Circle......>> You get the idea.....
I was greeted by the other organizers - all either cancer “survivors” themselves or immediate relatives of someone affected.
I wrote the “survivor“ in “ “ because most everyone there is terminal or with dire prognosis.
A few participants helped me to unload the car and set up for the morning’s Healing Drum circle.
One young slender delicate woman immediately caught my attention. Huuuuge eyes fixed on my every move, every word.. She followed me around hoping for a word. Lara - I will name her Lara - (all names will be changed to protect individuals) introduced herself: ”I have heard of you! you healed D.!
She told me!
and you helped F and J.!
Will you help me? I am so scared! I do not want to die!”
I knew:
This encounter would set the tone of what I will do that weekend.
A blue handkerchief, graced her head, hiding the scar, the center mark and protecting the radiation burn on her head - But did not hide the “angry blue glow” I “saw” deep inside her neocortex.
I put my hands onto her head:
She was shaking.
I felt her trapped energy; high voltage with nowhere to go, but in erratic zig zags her head
“ All I can do, is pray for you and pray with you.
All I can do is help you with the fear.
All I can do is teach you how to find some Balance and Beauty.”
“It is the fear, that eats me“, she said.
Move away from it: Take a deeeeeep breath ....... and another one...... 3....4 .....
and now focus on the here and now....
and help me with the smudge”
A group had gathered, watching the proceedings. I explained the herbs and the reason for smudging. ( - see Teaching Tent....)
I mentioned, that especially for them, I also had brought a few other herbs, cancer fighters: Burdock root, Water Cress, Sheep’s Sorrel, Una’ de’ Gato, Slippery Elm bark, and dried Echinacea flower....
“They do not smell quite as nice as Sage, Cedar and Sweet Gras, however....”
First there were just 12 women lined up - then word went around and most of the 48 participants came to be smudged and blessed......
The first tears started flowing.....