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In the way of indigenous people of North America, a holy person is one that comes from a family that holds certain truths sacred for the people. They can hold these truths through visions; these are the dream walkers. Or they can hold certain medicines like coyote medicine, which tricks the people into knowing truth. There are also the plant medicine people, who share healing through the gifts from the plant people. There are also those who help heal by touching. Chanters are also healers. All healers in the first nations have an abiding relationship with spirit, the creator, and the ancients. While studying with elders and medicine people in Saskachewan, I too have been recognized as a healer by four nations.  

A Hobema Chief brought the Southern Seer a ghost fan (for use in the
Ghost Dance) as a give-away, an honoring and a good trade as he received some very special eucalyptus. This particular eucalyptus was organically grown in a bed which I mulched with crystals. He sent word back that it had powerful medicine when used in his sweat lodge. "It cleared my head and I had a  vision." Was his vision brought on by the enhanced camphor properties in the eucalyptus, his expectations, or my medicine
as a healer? Probably.  

A Cree Buffalo Dancer presented a perfectly balanced pair of feathers shared from the great over-seer of the east as a give away. A Shield
Woman, from a Soto holy family whose honor it is to pass on the oral traditions, tied these feathers, binding their powers to provide greater vision.  And my Metis brother gave me the greatest gifts of all. Not only
did he share visions and knowledge of spirit healing, he, along with Chief Fineday, adopted my husband and me into the Strike ‘em on the Back
band of Cree who reside on the Sweetgrass reservation.  

In the spring of 1993, my husband, daughter, and I had an opportunity
to spend some time as guests on a farm not far from Watrous, Saskatchewan. The winters were bitter cold and, being from the deep south, we were having trouble acclimating to the extreme temperatures. Our friend and host told us of a provincially owned spa in Watrous that
boasted of incredible mineral waters. The pool had power jets built
in the sides and it was heated. He thought that it could possibly help
us acclimate. It would definitely warm us up.  So off we went.  

My husband is a Shiatsu adept, having learned from a revered school
in Louisiana. He and I have enjoyed many seminars covering Touch for Health, Reiki, even a bit of Tai Chi has been thrown into our education mix. We began experimenting, using our ever growing circle of Canadian friends as guinea pigs. Utilizing our combined energies and knowledge, an in tandem, tactile healing modality began to take form.  

The more we were in the pool, the more inner knowing we, as healers,
also experienced. And rumors of the technique abounded. More people were coming. Some were coming in disbelief; some were coming because they had their own hopes. And some were coming because, as one of
the more notorious ladies we met put it, "Every time I put my head on
a pillow and close my eyes, I keep seeing this old lady. She tells me
to take care of you. She won't let me rest until I come and make a commitment to you. She tells me you're my friend and my teacher."  

Through all the wondrous teachers I have enjoyed in my life,
I have learned that healing doesn't come through pills and surgical procedures, nor even through two people nurturing you in the water. 
Healing comes from within. A person must be able to access the spark
of divinity which lies within in order to journey back to the source. It is through our connection to the source, our creator, that we heal ourselves
and become abundantly perfect in whom and what we are. Medicine people, healers, doctors, practitioners, and seers, we are but servants
who help create an environment whereby a person can take that journey.