Prior to coming to Peru to work with a curandero (traditional healer) to cure my incurable autoimmune disease, I had no idea what a curandero, or shaman, really did.
Four years ago I was living in San Francisco and in the depths of my chronic illness. I was seeing a massage therapist, and she told me she also did shamanic work. This included shamanic soul retrieval sessions.
I didn’t know what this was, but I was intrigued and scheduled a session.
A soul retrieval involves the healer, or shaman, going into a trance, usually with drumming or meditation. They then travel to the spirit world, retrieving lost parts of a person’s soul.
They bring these lost soul parts back and integrate them into the person for healing and wholeness.
If you find a skilled shaman, this healing can be incredibly profound.
My session was short but powerful, and the healer explained to me what she saw in the process. She said that after she retrieved the lost parts of my soul from the spirit world, a little girl appeared. When asked who she was, the girl said it was me, my younger self.
And her message to me was “Don’t forget to believe in magic.”
When these words were relayed to me, I was so surprised, I burst into tears.
A childhood memory shot through me. I vividly remembered that as a child, I used to talk to a tiny three-inch man that lived in the huge roots of a tree in my backyard.
I hadn’t thought of this in years!
I was a rather serious child, not prone to imaginary friends. My parents were slightly bemused by this little man, occasionally asking me if I saw him and how he was.
Even at that young age, I remember realizing that my parents thought I was full of shit.
I was also surprised that they couldn’t see him. Only I could see him.
Yet I wasn’t seeing him in the usual sense, with my eyes.
But I knew he was there.
As these memories came flooding back, I also instinctively knew that I was seeing something as a child.
I had been tapping into the spirit world and I was sensing a spirit-being that had chosen to show himself to me.
This simple memory of believing in magic as a child burst open the doors to shamanism and working with the spirit world.
It changed my concept of reality.
It encouraged me to think outside the box.
It was the first step towards the complete healing of my autoimmune disease.
In this other world, anything is possible, and the sky is limitless.