After she showed us all the spirit animals or zodiac signs, she went on helping the others preparing the place for a ceremony while an indigenous family came towards us and gave us some traditional food. We used the opportunity to make some new friends – especially the doctor, who played with their youngest kid. The little boy was very proud to show him all his toys, he even carried his sisters doll in his backpack. The whole family was quite entertained by the doctors faces and actions.
We too were laughing out loud while eating the delicious sweet squash and sweet potatoe they gave us. In the mean time, many othe rindigenous people showed up and filled the place around the ceremony. After half an hour, Rosalina invited us all to the ceremony place. She started a fire in the middle of a clean area, while others were putting down fruits and other food for the spirits and the dead people, as well as binding flowers on the surrounding trees and on the floor next to the stone altar. Then, Rosalina asked us to sit down. In her native tongue, Kakchiquel, she talked about the place, the people, and why they were here. She also talked about the special guests, us, and that she thanked us for helping this country. She kept on talking for about 15 minutes or more. And even with my feet that fell asleep and my insecurity of being allowed to fillm the ceremony, I stayed focused and enjoyed witnessing such unique happening. We all got a piece of wood and a cacao seed , another very sacred plant here in the Maya lands and nowadays more and more recognized by also western medicine – today it is even considered one of the superfoods. These we would have to fill with our wished, blow them upon them and throw them in the fire. It was a classical mayan fire ceremony, where one puts different material in the fire, each with its on specific meaning. Often, people use 4 colored candles for all the directions, sacred wood as well as the „blood of the trees“ and of course some deliscious food for the spirits – in this case, tha cacao. After we all put our wishes and prayings into the fire, we sat back down and another lady started to talk for another 10 minutes. She then started a song in spanish. All the woman, elderly women who’s faces told many stories, younger mothers with their kids, innocent kids running around, started to sing with her. It was a sad but very beautiful song that told the stories of their lifes. And while they kept singing I sank into a meditation and prayed for peace for all the pain that these souls have experienced. After that, they all started laughing, because now it was time for us to sing a song. So the doctor sang a song about Maria – which was as touching as was their song.
Then it was time to share some stories. So a man, maybe in his 70, with dirty clothes and a machette on his belt, came forward, took his hat off and introduced himself. He was the only man around. He said his story is a bit sad. When he was younger, during the civil war, the military came into his village. He lived in Comalapa for many years with his family, they had 8 kids. The military shot his wife, they shot his dad. He himself was able to flee, down to Chimaltenango, through the mountains, without knowing what was going to happen to his village, his family, his kids. For many months he stayed in Chimaltenango, looking for food as he has lost his home. After years, he could go back. But his family was gone. No one knew where his kids were. So he went and searched for his kids all over the place, but never found them ever again. Some twenty years later, the findings of mass graves gave him a little release: they found the DNA of three of his kids. While this might give him some release, he left since that day alone, without his family, not knowing what has happened to his kids. I can not comprehend the pain this man must have endured, the endless questions he must have asked the Gods and the Universe, how many times he must have thought of his kids with a neverending hope in his heart, that maybe some of them might have survived. 5 are still missing, which might be enough reason to still hope some more. But with a number in the thousands of victims that are still not identified, how big are his chances… We all had tears in our eyes and hugged him.
More people told us similar story. A woman lost her dad, mom, husband and house. She too fled and came back years later to live with a tyrannic second husband, only because she just had nothing and was thankful for just a place, some safety and food in order to survive. He died years later, and now she feels better. While she still worries about how to get her next meal, Rosalina’s aid has helped her a lot, food with but much more so, to give her some hope, believe in life and get excited again. Rosalina gave her a voice and she feels that she at least cares about her.
Then, we were supposed to say something. So I stumbled some words of how I am helping the doctor and how we have healed some people from Dengue, but I didn’t really know what else to say. I felt ashamed of my own story and how often I bitched about my life and my circumstances, when hearing this stories, I feel like a blasphemist. Then the doctor talked and made some jokes, which remembered us all that we are now also here to celebrate the peace. So we ate some more squas hand sweet potatoes while people started to line up for some treatments. Many of them felt better thanks to the zero point treatment and some 4 Hz frequency treatments. Some of them just came to watch us work, ask us questions or play with us. Two hours later, family by family slowly left the place until there was only Rosalina, her friend, and us left. We cleaned up the place, Rosalina cleaned up the ceremony place. I realized that she really is the leader of this group and that many people rely on her. She carries a big burden and I am astonished by with how much dignity and gratitude she works.
We drove back down into town where we treated an elderly women from dementia. And we decided to come back in a month, so we can go into the villages and help these people with more medicine and more machines. Many of them need some nano colloidal silver for their gastritis and fungus infections. I am very excited about this upcoming happening!
Rosalina then brought us to her home. She was going to cook us some vines of a native vegetable calle „Quiscil“ and on the whole drive back she kissed the plants alternating to taking little naps.
We arrived at her place, a small and rustical home, the walls covered in diplomas and honors for all her humanitarian work. She immediately ran into the kitchen while her husband showed us his little garden. I was so stunnished by the simplicity of her home, which would probably at least be second or third world standard back home, when knowing that this woman could have ran for president of this country. And should!
After an hour, she fed us a quiscil vane soup with home made tortillas, beans that were cooked on a wooden fire and some home made tomato sauce (picante). A home made basil drink and some sweet bread made this a outstanding meal with so much flavour – it must have been the love she put into it that made this one of the best meals I’ve ever had. We were all very thankful for some warm and tasty food. While her husband told us more about plants, honey and organic farming, Rosalina became quite. She must have been very tired, organizing all these happenings and cooking for 5 hungry people. So we left her home, thankful and very satisfied and made our way back home – of course with a ride in one of those fantastic chicken buses.
I want to thank all the indigenous people that allowed us to visit their sacred place and join their sacred ceremony. Special thank goes to Rosalina and her husband, who made this adventure a wonderful, very unique experience. I am filled with gratitude to have been able to be part of their ceremony and wish all their families and souls peace and prosperity!