Amazingly honored, but also deeply afraid, I
replied, "I don't know. I don't know if I even
want to be a Medicine Woman. I don't even
know what that really means." She was
unmoved by my cowardice, "You will
know," she said, "receiving the medicine is
receiving that knowledge." Hesitating, I
didn't say anything more. "Just try one more
time, see how you do." Her patience made
me feel somewhat ashamed. "Okay," I said,
cautiously allowing myself to be drawn into
the state of unremembering again.
As the man walked into the room, I
looked down in my hands noticing the gift
from Chief Joseph. "The ball of light!" I
thought loudly. Throwing the ball towards
the man's hands, it began to meander
through the air because of my pathetic aim,
but the power of the medicine quickly swept
it up and carried it to its proper destination,
knocking the gun out of the man's hand and
rendering him unconscious.
Apparently, it is better to alter
something without allowing harm to come
to your own soul, for this keeps you strong
to do God's work, and although my initial
approach was successful in the
accomplishment of the directive, the purpose
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