i feel my stomach churn when i mention home! i cannot sleep at night! ¡curandero! please fix me!
¡ay dios mío! ¡niña tu tienes mal aire! you are a sick child! too young to carry so many ghosts! you must follow my instructions clearly.
¡sobate con un huevo! rub a cold raw egg all over your body! make sure you rub the cold surface on your forehead! it cleanses your mind! then rub it down your back to fix that spine! it will straighten you up!
¡compra una vela blanca! make sure to light your white candle at six in the morning and six in the evening. these are the times when the sun caresses it’s lips to the horizon. a beginning and end so mystical that even ghosts pause to witness the view. these are the moments where you must ignite them away.
you must also pray my child. pray to whatever divine force you believe in.
but curandero the only divine force i know is myself. how can i heal if i alone am the destroyer?
mija, there exists no such thing. you alone are you. to heal you must destroy. to destroy you must heal. escúchame, you are divine. the ghosts you keep are not friends. scare them away. show them your power.
come see me again, but when you return, you will be new. with the ways of el curandero you will thrive in your own cosmos.
mi padre me llevo a conocer el hermanito. el era un curandero en el cerro y este hombre me curo. me quito el mal aire pero no supo que mi padre era el fantasma que llevaba adentro de mi. ya lo perdone.