A healer doesn’t find an innovative way to talk about problems…
Nor do healers find intelligent and smart words to explain and describe illnesses, problems and issues…
A healer identifies a problem and immediately works on finding solutions…
A healer heals not only with words, herbs, barks, roots, salts and oils but in being…
Healers are not trained, initiated or created from powerful rituals…
Healers are born and their existence was negotiated on the basis of them healing…
Healers don’t need to walk into a room and tell people I am a healer; she or he walks into a room people feel the change of the energy and they feel the healing…
It’s not in the rhetoric, actions and gestures but in how freely one expresses the healing energy that one is…
Healers don’t only heal in shrines, altars and huts…
For a healer every space has an energy that can be converted into healing energy…
Healers are artists, they are mothers, fathers, sisters, singers, communicators; they are you and me who care about the wellbeing of others not about the money they can make from other peoples suffering…
I had just locked the house and my hut rushing to come home for my mother’s birthday we were going out for dinner…
They came carrying her, she looked like death I rushed to open my hut so they can put her in there as I try to figure out what was wrong with her…
Head uncovered and no wrap around my waist I was told not to sit because I will take too long…
I started reading her, feeling every ache and pain she is experiencing as I tried to manoeuvre around my semi lit hut, I was guided and shown what to use including a teaspoon of medicine my spiritual grandmother had given me when I went to visit…
When I was done, doing all I had to do she was walking on her own and all they had was R100….
We are healers because we were chosen to be the ones who carry forward the rich tradition of healing…
I am a healer because I am born of great healers…