The sun illuminates the plants suspended in their vats of remedy. Good medicine loves the sun. No need to hide behind dark bottles. The sun and the moonlight stir the contents and make them stronger.
Medicine people from all walks of life have warned about emerging disasters. The two leggeds consume poisons and leave destruction in their wake. The earth breathes and tries to recover from the drilling of her breast, recapture the lost species, reseeds her plants. Great Spirit, in Its infinite empathy, holds space and is within everything, but there are still consequences for mindless actions.
We left the medicine people and called them crazy. Said they were dead. The two leggeds turned away from their brothers and sisters, the plants, and put their trust in chemicals that masquerade as medicine and destroy the spirit and flesh. The two leggeds turned away from their brothers and sisters, the animals, and began to kill ruthlessly and daily and ate of them. The two leggeds turned away from the earth and her ability to pour forth good food and plants and handed their money to faceless entities to bring them chemical food as they sat slovenly watching brainwashing screens.
The owl flew over and the wolf howled and the bees rejoiced. Change is coming! they cried.
The two leggeds hoarded and feared and spewed hate. Then they sat and cried and worried. For they did not know medicine people.
Since the beginning of time, there have been chosen ones. They are no more special than the next two legged, but they have been given certain gifts. Gifts that are looked upon as strange or even foreboding. The church made them illegal, their power too great. The people said they heard voices and sent them away. But they are still here amongst us, you know. The medicine people are rising. For the medicine people are needed more than ever.
They are needed for hope, for change, for peace, for their medicine, and for their connection with Great Spirit and all the elements and spirits that help. For their ability to listen to the plant people, the rock people, and the four leggeds. For their empathy and their wisdom that were passed on to them from medicine people before.
It has been very quiet for medicine people for some time now. Many months ago I whispered to my mentor that I don’t think I have the gift anymore. He replied, “Once you are chosen, they won’t leave you alone.” He explained that we are to rest so that we are ready. He told me to get my medicines ready. Plan my garden. For once they start coming, they will not stop.
Dreams have filled the minds of medicine people the past few years. We get stronger in the silence. We take to the trees and listen. The earth is quiet. The trees are quiet. They are listening too. A change is upon us and the people will be looking for their medicine people once again.
The sun gently stirs the contents of my jars and rain kisses the plants I am growing. My land is filled with cedar and sage. I listen to the turkey vultures overhead and send smoke to them. Wado Unegwa.