The Plant Medicine path – Part 1
"You sick?" the shaman asks. He’s looking at me, his ancient dark eyes peering into my soul. I stutter for a second, trying to figure out how to explain, grappling with the difficulty of separating pain and sickness. "Hmmm. Well, I've got scoliosis in my spine, suppressed sexual abuse from my childhood, and I was raped when I was 14 by three young men." He looks at me for a moment, consults an inner voice, and replies, "We will give you bobinsana.” I had never heard of bobinsana, but given where I was and why I was there, I knew...