RUIN AND BEAUTY

DEENA METZGER'S BLOG

Healing According to the Original Wisdom of This Land

In my kinship network, I have three women friends whose children are in the military. All the mothers are heartbroken. Each young person recognized that they had no other way to make a living, each one believes(d) they are protecting our country and all “good” people. All these mothers are of Native American descent.

At the end of September 2010, several of us introduced ReVisioning Medicine to Minnesota. The local man who offered himself as the subject of “Indigenous Grand Rounds” – where all present, medical people and medicine people, search out the story of the illness and the path of recovery for the individual and all beings – had been a soldier in Viet Nam. Within days of entering active service, he saw a huge Shell oil tank upriver when he was delivering arms and realized he had been betrayed by the US and the military. Thirty-five years later he is experiencing symptoms of Agent Orange poisoning, but he can’t get the medical help he needs. When he returned from Viet Nam, he learned the family secret – he is of Mohawk descent. At Indigenous Grand Rounds, the man’s stories of three trees became one Story: the dark corpses of trees in the defoliated jungles, the Sundance tree he slept under before he pierced, and a recent dream of a new relationship to a Tree of Life that described, or perhaps mandates, particular healing paths. It was as if the War was asking him to devote himself even further to the Red Path in order to heal War itself and also as a way of making amends for his participation in the war, though had been innocent, and had also been betrayed.

When flying back to Los Angeles, our airplane had been locked down for take-off, when a water leak was discovered in one of the bathrooms. Repair took just enough time for my seatmate to make his connection. Settling in, he looked at me hard and said, “You’re Native American. I can always tell. Me too,” he turned and smiled. “Look at my cheek bones.”
(I also smiled, but internally, marveling that spiritual connections and dream ancestry can appear to manifest in features and bone structure.)
“Supposedly all the Susquehanna Indians were murdered in the Lancaster massacre, but they were taken in by the Amish and the Mennonites as farm hands and their identity suppressed. So my history was a secret until recently. But all our family portraits show our true identity,” he said. “When I was in the marines in Vietnam, I could smell every being in the jungle. I had that extreme sensitivity to the land.” He paused, searched my face and took a chance, “The wars are entirely wrong,” he asserted. “Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan.” For the duration of the plane ride, lamented DU and Agent Orange together.
“I stayed in the military to work from the inside,” he confided. “If you want to make a difference, you have to respect everyone’s culture and bring all the tribes together to work collaboratively.” We entered that rare and precious exchange that sometimes happens between strangers, though I believe I will see this man again at Daré or Fire/Water Circles to Heal War, in time.
On our return from Minnesota, we learned that another friend had been arrested for being ‘indigent’ by which the police officer really meant ‘indigenous’.

ReVisioning Medicine is collaborative medicine that takes the Hippocratic oath very seriously, so that healing does no harm to the patient, the community or the environment. Story expands the boundaries of what must be considered when offering medicine. It takes a while to be able to give a Story the same respect as a medical chart, or to consider a dream with the seriousness that symptoms and protocols demand. The Story that develops of and around the illness can direct us to the healing paths that will serve us and all our relations. Working together as peers, doctors, healers, physicians and shamans can develop a medicine practice that is simultaneously healing for the individual, the community, all beings and the earth.

Healing Stories ask us to seek out and make the connections. The medical doctors at ReVisioning Medicine did preliminary research on Agent Orange. It seems that an accidental and prohibited component of Agent Orange attacks the mitochondria that, in turn, becomes cancer-causing agents. The mitochondria provide energy for the cell. But though they are in every one of our cells, they are not of us. They are distinct. We might say they are old ancestors. Healing from Agent Orange, healing the effects of Agent Orange, call us to heal the ancestors, to engage in parallel healing processes to undo the damage that occurs when the ancestors are attacked. Medical people and medicine people have to partner for such a healing event to manifest fully.

We are being called to a non-linear healing standard – one that is inclusive, round, circular and global – a medicine wheel: Add to the criterion of “cause and effect” the axis of “All my relations” and “Unto the seventh generation.” Then true healing becomes possible.

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6 responses to “Healing According to the Original Wisdom of This Land

  1. Sharon Simone October 5, 2010 at 12:54 pm

    Dear Deena,
    I am responding to the “letter” that has this section in it:
    Still, Spirit says, there are hidden passageways to restore creation. But … entering them asks everything of me and of you. (This line is in Why Am I Writing A Blog?” see below – DM)

    Read more: http://blog.beliefnet.com/thequeenofmyself/2010/10/ruin-and-beauty.html#preview#ixzz11W21cQsD

    I left a response there but I want to put it here too now because “everything” IS being asked of me/us…and I am trying to respond with integrity:

    October 5, 2010 2:58 PM

    Driving home from Carmel, California near where my son was married in the woods this past weekend, I found myself overcome with the beauty of the landscape–earth and sky thrown open, gorgeous yellow grasses deepening to earth brown with the fading light. I could barely breathe as the sweep of my life across 66 years undulated before me, within me. A profound call, cry, longing to live the beauty and the sorrow sewn into the many years of kinship and landscape I am. If I call out the names of the rivers of my childhood – Rio Grande, Arkansas, Gunnison, might I then know the exact passageway to crawl down to live?

    Rio Grande! Arkansas! Gunnison! Colorado!

  2. Ray Hardy October 5, 2010 at 3:44 pm

    Same tapestry, different colored yarns.
    This earth, in this place, with these ancestors, with these deer, brought me home.
    Ray Hardy USMC VietNam 1968-1969

  3. Gabriele May 9, 2012 at 10:59 am

    Just read your blog after finding Sharon’s post.
    I have had such a strong relationship with the land since early childhood. Even here in the city, I rejoice in the beauty of the trees and become offended at their mistreatment.
    This morning, I was sitting with a fuzzy brain, often the sign that something difficult is waiting around the corner, when I remembered the story I heard yesterday about a local landlord cutting down the trees–many of them, on a large rental property– because “the leaves make too much work.” Now my heart is heavy with the sadness of the trees loss (theirs and mine).

  4. Sharon Simone May 9, 2012 at 12:16 pm

    Gabriele, thank you for feeling, writing, making connections. Now, is there anything that might be done IN TIME to stop the cutting? A school project, a local project of service by some group??? I don’t know. I know you are suffering with the trees. I now am thinking of them because you wrote. Thank you.

  5. Gabriele May 9, 2012 at 4:42 pm

    For now – prayers.

  6. Sharon Simone May 9, 2012 at 5:25 pm

    Okay. That I can do.

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