Howdy!
And here we are gathering together again on another terrific Tuesday.
This series of The Medicine Men is really opening my eyes to many things. And, I thought I’d share of few of those with you today.
Am reading the book FOOLS CROW by Thomas E. Mails and I have to admit to having to leave behind many misconceptions I’ve had about the American Indian medicine man. I had really thought that the medicine men helped their people heal using herbs and driving out the evil spirits with their songs and drumbeats.
Sometimes they did this. They certainly used herbs and drumming and other rituals to help another become well. Here is what Fools Crow said about some of the healings he did:
“You know that it is not our custom to talk about healings. Instead, our words and hearts are sent up to God in prayerful thanksgiving for them. We tell Him this in our private prayers and in our ceremonies. No medicine man or patient makes a big thing of it when a healing takes place. This is why sick people do not come to me or to other medicine men in greater numbers….”
What I’m learning is that the true medicine man from the long ago did not, himself, heal. Only God did,
working through the medicine man, as though the medicine man were a hollow bone, and was there only so God could work through him.
Wow! I mean, think of it. God was never divorced from the healing of the sick because the medicine man realized fully and completely that God was healing the person, not he, the medicine man. This is why Fools Crow devotes an entire chapter in this book about the medicine man and the strict and narrow path such a man had to walk.
Now, since we know that it was God doing the healing, Fools Crow goes on to say that every person he ever did a ceremony for in order for the person to get well — they did get well…and without exception.
Another medicine man — a very handsome man, Black Elk — is once noted as saying that the life of a medicine man is a hard one, because a man must never step foot off the very narrow and ethical path laid out by God, The Creator. No alcohol, no drugs, no womanizing, no swearing and a medicine man must keep in mind always that the person seeking help may never be able to repay him. He goes on to say a medicine man has to understand this, and, if necessary be content to never be repaid for the service he rendered.
Black Elk is noted as saying, also, (I heard this online) that the path of a medicine man is so rough to keep to, that one should not seek to become a medicine man, but should wait to be asked and then make his decision.
However, Fools Crow often points to his complete happiness in being able to help and lead his fellow Lakota Indians. He may not have been rich in material goods, but he was rich in friendships and in the knowledge that he was helping his fellow man.
In the words of Fools Crow: “Even the medicine men are jealous of one another today. And that is very bad. Years ago all of the holy men and medicine men worked together, and as a result accomplished great things. The medicine men shared their power in the healing rites and in the other ceremonies. Even when they paid homage to God they did so in such a way as to help one another. There was unity of purpose.”
In the book, SHE STEALS MY BREATH, I don’t actually go into much of the healing ceremonies because I don’t know them. But what I would like to do is share with you a little bit from the book that I think really defines the American Indian’s point of view of the world.
And so, I hope you will enjoy this excerpt from the book, SHE STEALS MY BREATH.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
One day turned into another. In the mornings, Eagle Heart left their simple home to hunt, and, when she asked him why he always traveled so far away on his quest for game, he told her a man never looks for or kills animals for food close to where he lives. To do so could make a man’s home very dangerous, indeed.
During the afternoons, Laylah made it a point to help Eagle Heart skin the animals he brought home. She also aided him in preparing their meat for roasting, learning this skill gradually. But, Laylah noticed a few aspects about skinning an animal she had never witnessed before, and it made her curious.
Always, Eagle Heart said prayers over the beast he had killed, and Laylah, under his influence, had begun doing much the same. Laylah noticed, also, that Eagle Heart gave away much of their food to the Little People and to any of their other animal friends who came to visit.
Once, she had questioned him about this practice of giving away a good deal of their food, and she’d asked, “Do you think it wise to share so much of the meat we have?”
“We have plenty, more than we need, and the hunting here is good because so few predators come to this valley.”
“Of course,” she said. “Still, wouldn’t it be wise to preserve some of it? I remember during the snowstorm you had a good supply of dried meat. Could you show me how to prepare meat this way?”
“Áa,” he signed. “I will show you how to smoke the meat, and your suggestion is a good one. We should make meat for hard times. But, an honorable man gives away as much food as he consumes. It is his duty to ensure his friends are as well fed as he is. If he has to hunt more often, so be it.”
“No wonder the animals love you so much.”
His simple smile at her gave her much pleasure, as though he bestowed a little bit of heaven on her.
The evenings were all she could have ever wanted, for she had this man entirely to herself, and, after their supper, they made love throughout most the night, both of them catching up on their sleep between lovemaking.
Sometimes Eagle Heart even slept in late, delaying his hunting until the afternoon. Indeed, the days and evenings were romantic in so many different ways, and Laylah couldn’t remember ever being so happy.
One afternoon, as she was assisting Eagle Heart in skinning the deer he had brought into their camp, she asked, “What is the yellow powder you sprinkle over the animal you have killed? I hear your prayers, and I understand why you pray over the animals, but what is the yellow dust for?”
“I will show you,” he signed.
She nodded.
“Hunting is and should always be a prayer,” signed Eagle Heart, “for a man must take the life of another in order to ensure his own family does not starve. Being so close to the animals one needs to kill in order to survive, a man becomes aware of the creation of life all around him. It is why we pray over the animals we have killed. But, we do more.
“It is possible I might be able to show you how we try to help the animal we have killed. I think I could do this with this deer, because the living spirit of this animal has not yet left its body. If you watch closely, you might be able to see the spirit of the animal as it departs its body.”
Laylah frowned. “I thought animals didn’t possess a spirit.”
“There are white trappers who have told me they believe this, also, and they are welcome to think this if they choose. But, my tribe and all the tribes around us, even our enemies, know that all of creation is alive; all things are made up of the same rocks, stones and dirt of the earth and all are alive. But, you must decide this matter for yourself. Watch.”
Eagle Heart began to sing and pray over the animal as he usually did, and, taking some of the powder from the small bag he always wore around his neck, he sprinkled the yellow dust over the animal, the color of the dust catching hold of and reflecting the rays of the afternoon sun.
“Do you see it?” he asked in sign. “Look for the aliveness of the animal rising up out of its body. It is not physical, but if you pay close attention, you might see it because you, too, are spiritual. Here comes the spirit as it rises out of its dead body. Do you perceive that it follows the path of the dust I have sprinkled, its path guiding it up toward the sky and the Creator of all, Sun?”
Laylah had looked on and at first had seen nothing. But then, glancing all around the animal, she became aware of something rising up and departing from the body of the animal.
Not really sure what she was looking at, she yet watched as an invisible something left this animal’s body—she even watched it as it followed the yellow path upward toward the sky. With what must have been large eyes, she turned her head to stare at Eagle Heart.
She whispered, “I didn’t know animals had a soul.”
He signed, “Have you not now seen one leave the body of this poor deer?”
“I did see it.”
“We are all connected,” he told her in sign, bringing his two hands together, linking them as though in brotherhood. “We all live and enjoy the thrill of life, and we all die. All life must depend upon animal or plant life, or sometimes both, to become food so all may live. Plants do the same, taking what they need from our Mother, the Earth. All life must do the same as we do. Simply because we must eat does not mean we must divorce ourselves from the life that is all around us and pretend it is not also alive and lives much the same as we do.”
Still feeling as if her eyes were mirroring her incredulity, she remarked, “Should I not eat meat, then? Perhaps I should change my diet so I am eating no meat at all?”
“Do you ask this question because you think plants do not have a spirit that, like us, desires to live?”
“Of course a plant doesn’t have a spirit. It is only a plant, after all.”
He smiled at her and reached out to take her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. Then, releasing her hand, he signed, “Come, let us finish skinning this deer and putting its meat over the fire, and I will introduce you to the plants, for all things are connected and all things on this earth are alive. And, if it is alive and if it is on this earth, it is, like us, spiritual. When the body dies, that which makes the plant or animal aware it lives, is released. We of the Blackfoot Nation at least try to guide its spirit up to the sky and to Sun, the Creator.”
Laylah frowned. Even though she had “seen” the spiritual entity leave its body and float upward, this was too new and too different a viewpoint for her to readily accept as true. But, it did cause her to wonder if she had really been truly living before she’d met this man. Wolves who, when asked, came to her aid; a deer as a spiritual being; the love of the Little People and now plants, too? They, like human beings, were alive and possessed a spiritual quality about them? She swallowed hard before asking, “What is the yellow dust you sprinkle over the animal?”
“Pollen.”
She nodded.
“Come,” he signed, “let us finish this task and then, if you will follow me, we should go and talk to the plants.”
And, Laylah did, indeed, help him finish the task, knowing they would do exactly as he said they might do. And, before they sat down to enjoy their supper, she found herself silently conversing with the flowers that graced a beautiful and colorful meadow….
By the way, I love the picture to the right, taken by James Willard Schultz at the turn of the last century. On the left in the picture is Black Bull and on the right is Stabs-by-mistake, both from the Pikuni Nation (the Blackfeet). They are looking out upon Glacier National Park.
SHE STEALS MY BREATH
Amazon;
tinyurl.com/4y6kdvaa
Barnes & Noble:
tinyurl.com/4anbp4az
ITunes:
tinyurl.com/2w6f7epv
KOBO:
tinyurl.com/pwa88n3v
Google:
tinyurl.com/mr2byszp
When I was in 4-H many years ago, I took a Veterinary Science project. As part of the project, I had to write about the way various equine ailments were treated. I had a great source–or so I thought. It was my great-grandmother’s old veterinary book, published in the late 1800s. I found out that I could cure almost anything by using turpentine, castor oil, pine tar, or kerosene. Sometimes these materials were used externally as wound dressings and at other times mixed with other ingredients for oral treatment. After finishing my paper and giving it to my mom to read, she gently informed me that veterinary science had moved beyond turpentine, pine tar and kerosene. I found a new source in the library and wrote a new paper, but I’ve always been fascinated by the use of turpentine as a medicine.
Turpentine is made from pine trees and has a long history of use as a solvent, paint thinner and water repellent, as well as a medicine. We now know that turpentine should NOT be ingested, as it causes kidney and lung damage, but before the side effects were understood, it was used routinely in medical treatments. Romans used it to treat depression. Doctors used it both internally and externally throughout history to treat wounds, infections and to kill internal parasites such as tape worms. It was a widely used component in the snake oil treatments sold in medicine shows in the late 1800s, and during Prohibition, turpentine was used to make fake gin. Also, many folk remedies contained turpentine and when ingested, it will make urine smell like violets.
So how did our ancestors treat their coughs?
Not long after, in 1881, William Luden developed the first menthol cough drop. 
To help his marketing, he passed out samples of his cough drops to workers on the Reading Railroad, where they spread word of his product throughout the network. In another show of marketing genius, retailers displayed and sold his boxed lozenges directly in their stores, saving Luden from selling door-to-door as was the norm at the time. He developed a new way of packaging his lozenges by lining the handy boxes with wax paper to extend their shelf life.
I’ve had a bit of time this week. Just as I was getting over a bad cold, I fell down, and as many of you know, after a certain age, you don’t bounce like you used to. Long story short, I ended up with a badly sprained ankle. (Imagine a purple and blue ankle at least twice the size of a normal ankle.)
Do you remember horehound candy?
centuries by many cultures to treat just about everything–fevers, malaria, snake bite, hepatitis, bites by rabid animals. It’s useful in treating digestive problems, respiratory problems, jaundice, parasitic worms. It is used as a poultice, and inhaled as a snuff. The leaves are boiled into tea and made into cough syrups. 
