I just got back from a road trip through Peru to discover new faces of aging to add to my photographic portfolios. This was my first trip to South America, and on the way I discovered riches in people and culture, but one of my most unexpected experiences was getting a taste of ancient Peruvian medicine.
Until the advent of science and technology, healing and spirituality were closely intertwined. Doctors were frequently priests or rabbis, and the wise practitioner harnessed the worlds of religion and nature to readjust inner harmony for their patients. Modern medicine in which I am trained largely disregards these practices.
On the sacred Inca Trail in a small cluttered shop in a town called Pisac, in the shadow of spectacular ruins I met Uturunku – a practitioner of ancient spiritual medicine. His hair was long, scraggly and gray, and part of it was tied in a pony tail. His eyes were wild but focused and deep, and he had a small blue star tattooed on his forehead. He spoke only Spanish and Quechua, the ancient Inca tongue, and we communicated through my guide who also served as translator.
I had a strange feeling that I knew Uturunku from somewhere, but he had never left Peru and there was no chance that we ever had met. However as we looked at each other, we agreed that we knew each other.
The reason I came into Uturunku’s store was a black stone frog that caught my eye from the narrow street. He explained that this was a Peruvian frog that was carved from a meteorite which accounted for its hefty weight. After a few minutes of bargaining we agreed on a price, and this is where the fabric of our discussion changed.
He told me that he did not want to give me the frog without purifying it, as many people had handled the object and he was concerned that it might have absorbed someone’s negative energy. He also wanted the frog to protect me and help readjust my own energies.
As I sat on a pillow, the bright Peruvian sunlight illuminated his shop full of masks and talismans, Uturunku performed mystical rituals on my frog. He rubbed it with oils and herbs, then took some yellow liquid in his mouth and with a loud puff vaporized it over the frog which he cradled in both hands. Finally he took a strange leaf and rolled it up and lit it, causing the room to fill with smoke. He held the frog over the smoke and turned it from side to side. Finally he carefully wrapped it and handed it to me, adding a small gift – two red seeds and a crystal – together representing man, woman, and creation.
I came back out into the market square and the world looked different. The sky was still blue and the ancient Inca terraces still loomed above us in the cliffs, but something had been transformed. With my frog from the heavens heavy in my pocket I felt a closer link between the sometimes scattered elements of my life – my medicine, my art, and my developing portfolios of aging faces of the world.
I have been practicing medicine for nearly thirty years and have come to understand the limits of science and technology in healing. Some readers might think I was taken by a huckster, but my stone frog quietly tells me otherwise.
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What an amazing experience! How awesome that you two got to “meet again.” I can somewhat identify with the feeling you had leaving the shop. I was attuned to Master level Reiki a few years ago and as I drove home to my village, I was awed by the vibrancy of the colors I never even noticed on the way to the training. I had never before seen anything as breathtaking as these colors were then. That ability to see such depth of color has faded but I will never forget what “potential” is and how blessed I was to get a taste of it!! I truly enjoy your painting and your blogs are so refreshing and fun to read! Thank you!
Thanks for the kind comment Anna. I would really like to go back.
Just beautiful. I believe. Thank you for sharing.