jeudi 30 décembre 2010

Pablo Neruda, Hafez and an Excellent Crepe Ble Noir in Quiberon

I was quite satisfied with the excellent Ble Noir Bretagne crepe I had for dinner and then followed by thoughts on the outlying regions of my heart, I sat down to read an email which arrived from Tehran. It was about Hafez. There is no Persian/Iranian worth his salt who cannot talk about Hafez, a poet eternal and poet for everyday. There are excellent translations and approximations, and a person well versed in the beautiful language, Persian that gave rise to hundreds of years of Poems of love and adoration across deserts and moutains and river plains... can distinguish the one truthful to the original and the others who are just wonderful imitators. but it is better to read Hafez in a shadow than not to read him at all..
Perhaps one should learn Persian to read Hafez in the original.
I thought back to that distant day, on my way home from school in Sweden, I had bought a magazine with four poems translated by Alistair Read of a poet Pablo Neruda.. Little did I know that Pablo would be travelling in my heart for years to come and I, from another antipodean country with winds caressing its shore, coming without hindrance from cold antarctica, would read him first in english and then try to read his original words without understanding.. It remained that way until that star of the Americas, Cuba entered my life and I began to speak Spanish and began to read and understand Pablo in the original... follow his history which is the history of care and tenderness for the suffering of the Continent..
From his Noberl Prize Lecture:
And I believe that poetry is an action, ephemeral or solemn, in which there enter as equal partners solitude and solidarity, emotion and action, the nearness to oneself, the nearness to mankind and to the secret manifestations of nature. And no less strongly I think that all this is sustained - man and his shadow, man and his conduct, man and his poetry - by an ever-wider sense of community, by an effort which will for ever bring together the reality and the dreams in us because it is precisely in this way that poetry unites and mingles them. And therefore I say that I do not know, after so many years, whether the lessons I learned when I crossed a daunting river, when I danced around the skull of an ox, when I bathed my body in the cleansing water from the topmost heights - I do not know whether these lessons welled forth from me in order to be imparted to many others or whether it was all a message which was sent to me by others as a demand or an accusation. I do not know whether I experienced this or created it, I do not know whether it was truth or poetry, something passing or permanent, the poems I experienced in this hour, the experiences which I later put into verse.
I watched a few videos on youtube and was so moved to listen to Alberto Cortez singing Puedo Escribir the poem no 20 and was touched to listen a short video where Atahualpa Yupanqui paid homage to Nuestro Pablo, tu estas en tu chile, gracias por la ternura...
In every corner in the darkest of Latin America, a young man recites his poems... to me it is a check of intellectual character of any american from those climes...
Can you recite a poem by Pablo?

Thank you friends, near and far for this tenderness felt tonight

mercredi 29 décembre 2010

Burma Myanmar The Land of Harmony

I have always cherished this photograph taken in downtown Yangon/Rangoon! You see a Buddhist Monk, ahead of him is a Moslem Lady in Hijab and next to her you see an Indian lady in Saree and ahead of them are Burmese in their Longyis. in harmony: Buddhists, Moslems and Hindous..
My father was not alone in telling me of the glory that was Burma, even to this day I hear stories from the children of Indians who left Burma soon after Indian Independence or after the 1962 riots? longingly talking about the Burma left behind. Amitav Ghosh the writer who spent some time in Burma also recollects that time fondly. The House of Memories now a restaurant in Yangon housed a teak merchant from Calcutta married into a Burmese family and in his own both Aung San and Subash Chandra Bose were welcomed...

It is nice to think of such a country, a country you can recollect with fondness, my favourite country in all of Asia...Easy for me to get a Burmese visa in Paris and then with daily flights from Kl to Yangon on Air Asia or occasional flights on MH, one can feel the peace of that most preserved of the british colonial cities, Yangon... and offer my prayers to the Galon, as all Sunday borns are obliged to do at the Schwedagon Pagoda..

mardi 28 décembre 2010

Yoga and Prevention of Obesity, Pre Diabetes and Diabetes

When you are a Culturally Sensitive and Competent Physician or Researcher, the comparative knowledge highlights that which is good about the various cultures. It is not borrowing from one another but arriving at the same level of knowledge over the course of time. I was surprised that the Pleiades's story was very similar among the Lakota in the plains of the Dakotas as well as the Jung/Wasi of Tsumkwe in Namibia. They both have arrived at the same story over the course of time by similar observations.
So when you think of Kuala Lumpur, an urban spread somewhat in disarray, you are not thinking of the ancient philosophy of Yoga. But it was here that my introduction to Yoga began. The first teacher was Vandana Y from the Yoga Institute in Santa Cruz in Bombay and Pranayama was taught to me by MLY at Seri Kembangan in KL. Also a good correspondence with a teacher of Yoga currently working in UAE kept the flames up.
It is nice to be able to observe Yoga from various points of view, one is the cross cultural view of course, since I am involved in the lives of some north american indian tribes. When Miss Y was teaching the basic philosophy of Yoga I was struck by many similarities between the American Indian world view and Yoga.
Secondly, being an Endocrinologist, I want to know whether there are physiological benefits to some of the specific actions which are common to both cultures: Yog and American Indians.
The first question I asked myself : when is the best time to do Yoga?
The American Indian point of view would be: First thing in the morning, in an empty stomach, as the sun is rising, preferably after attending to your bodily functions and in a clean and natural environment.
Yoga and its philosophy is not about Exercise but there is an element of exercising of the body included in the Asanas or Pranayamas. So it came as no surprise that after a short research I could find that: exercising early in the morning in the fasting state has beneficial effects upon the metabolism of the hormone, Insulin. In fact in Pre Diabetes, this hormone is elevated and Pranayama alone can bring it down to normal levels.

As the Lakota would say: Mitakuye Oyasin, we are all related and looking through a broad spectrum, we can also say, things are related to one another.

As my Meskwakia teacher told me earlier on, things have a meaning and relationship, only that the students are not clever enough to understand it. It was a good lesson in humility for a recently qualified Endocrinologist!

mardi 21 décembre 2010

Getting Older and Being Happy.. How are they related

The U-bend of life from the Economist

Why, beyond middle age, people get happier as they get older

Age and happiness

ASK people how they feel about getting older, and they will probably reply in the same vein as Maurice Chevalier: “Old age isn’t so bad when you consider the alternative.” Stiffening joints, weakening muscles, fading eyesight and the clouding of memory, coupled with the modern world’s careless contempt for the old, seem a fearful prospect—better than death, perhaps, but not much. Yet mankind is wrong to dread ageing. Life is not a long slow decline from sunlit uplands towards the valley of death. It is, rather, a U-bend.

When people start out on adult life, they are, on average, pretty cheerful. Things go downhill from youth to middle age until they reach a nadir commonly known as the mid-life crisis. So far, so familiar. The surprising part happens after that. Although as people move towards old age they lose things they treasure—vitality, mental sharpness and looks—they also gain what people spend their lives pursuing: happiness.

Without any great philosophical backing, I had set upon a path in which personal happiness always played a part. Perhaps the fact that being told as a child that I was a happy child set the tone. Soon the restrictive life in Australia and the Medical Profession set me off to find other sources of Happiness and happily enough the American Indians entered my life and more or less helped me plan a division of time and usage of time which balances and brings happiness, such as it did for them before contact with the latter day saints of unhappiness and depression.

It does not take much brains to realize that too much WORK does not bring you happiness, it can wreck your social life and make you a moron before you hit 30 years of age. Too much has been said about Workaholic and that is what it is, a Disease imposed upon you by the society's desire to use you and chuck you out. All of us must work, but enjoying that work is far more important that what lubrication you provide the wheels of corporate fortunes, always remember, the very same people to whom you devote your working hours, will not look after you when you are sick, then you need friends. Always work for people or with people, with whom you are friends as well, in corporate world that is hardly possible.

Relationships are what define you, and you need them at every stage in your life and more so as you get older. Make your own mistakes rather than listening to others telling you to be careful and pessimistic, but make your mistakes early in your life so that you have a long life ahead of you to savour your happiness.

Relationships dont grow out of trees, you need to nurture it with TIME, and now you can see why long working hours and meaningful relationships cant go hand in hand. The greatest gift you can give people of your generation is the gift of TIME, across the continents and social classes and cultures.

Decrease your desires and all of a sudden you would realize that that driving force to work extra hard dissipates a little. Work also gives you a mechanistic way of looking at life, calculating the profit of human interactions. The networking is not for your good, calculated and unhealthy but for the welfare of others, so that your friends can help more people through you or vice versa.

Studs Terkel in his seminal volume on Work had stated based on his ethnographic work that the majority of the people in the western world are not happy with their work, so choose your work carefully, find out what is that you are suited for rather than studying Business adminstration. How many MBAs are languishing in the lower ranks of the corporate society?

I admire people who actually look forward to going to work, who enjoy their work, there is some intrinsic beauty to it. But how many of your "hard working" friends fall into the category.

Money does not buy you happiness (an yiddisch folk wisdom says, but darling, it makes the shopping interesting), most people seem to understand this dictum in the non immigrant West but somehow they dont put it in practice. It is not sensitive to discuss these matters with maids from Cambodia working in malaysia or the Filipina/o indentured labourers all through the world. They are marching to a different tune.. Both Republic of Philippines and Bangladesh among others heavily depend upon these labourer/worker for an income..

Most people want to be happy, but very few are willing to do something about it. They are excellent at making excuses and postponing it.. The facts speak for themselves...

lundi 20 décembre 2010


while the rest of Europe is shivering with cold and covered with snow, Quiberon, un presquile, is a relatively warm place 10 C for this time of the year, no wind, gentle breeze and sun is shining..
No tourists, very few residents and very pleasantly quiet..
I shall wait for 2011 to arrive amidst this peace.
the peace and quiet does not exclude a nice drop of Champagne! This is the best French habit I have picked up since 2006!

Eating in TRULY ASIA ... that is, MALAYSIA December 2010

Recently I spent twelve days in KL, attending a Yogic detoxification education programme overseen by two good chinese friends who are careful about what they eat. Under their guidance I ate so well for twelve days....
KL is a great place to eat.. and Malaysia is the truly Asia.. all other claims are fake...

Airline Food.. I am not complaining

From December 1st to Dec 17th, I went from Paris west to Miami and then across Asia to KL and returning further west to Paris. The Food on this trip, if excessive, was excellent. The Munich-Newark LH flight was a surprise in that they served very good quality food. The Japanese meal on ANA SFO to NRT was very good.
Airlines flown:
Paris to Munich to Newark LH
Newark to Miami to Houston to San Francisco CO
San Francisco to Narita ANA
Narita to Singapour UA
Singapour to KL Silk Air
KL to Paris MH

The only unpleasant flight in the whole sequence was the Silk Air from Singapour to KL but it was only 35 minutes flight.

vendredi 17 décembre 2010


In a New York Times Article published on May 3, 1903, the headlines read: No representative of the Race that greeted Columbus could be found in Cuba.
Just think, how often have you heard of Culturally Extinct Group coming back to their previous Cultural niveau?
I am waiting for the Minister of Culture of The Republic of Cuba to answer my question to him: Are there any Indian Culture left in Cuba?
Ten years ago his answer was NO. I wonder whether the new flurry of activities from False Tainos of Baracoa has had any impact officially in Cuba.
Two topics interest me:
Wannabee Indians of Rich Westernized countries, such as the newly formed San Antonio Mission Indians of Texas among the array of Wannabee Indians with vague notions of History.
The Lost Tribes of Israel. i am aware of groups in Uganda, Zimbabwe among others. There is a parallel group much like the False Tainos of Baracoa, in some northern states of Mexico and in Iquitos, Peru and Kai Feng in China.. where there were Jews once upon a time and there is an effort to be born again Jews.
It is an academic interest in the context of Cuba and the developing countries.

mercredi 15 décembre 2010

Mah Meri Orang Asli Indigenous Peoples Malaysia

They are one of the 18 groups of Indigenous peoples who inhabited Malaysia before Malays, Chinese and Indians arrived on these shores. Their linguistic connection to Austronesian Languages and MonKhmer languages show their ancient connections to others in the greater Asian Mainland.
Just outside the city of Klang in Malaysia, there is a large island, Carey Island which is home to Mah Meri Orang Asli, one of the many branches of the Senoi group of people. Their language is different from the major groups of Senoi or Temiar. The physiognomy reveals a long admixture with the invading races, such as the Malay. But they have maintained their distinct cultural identity and religious beliefs. Like everywhere else when outsiders come into the territory of the indigenous people, there is a pressure to change religion and Malays are no better than the White colonialists, forcing Islam on to the Orang Asli.
Yet, most of them maintain their ancient belief system and would openly tell you that their moslem names were given to them at school and their real names by which they are known are what they are proud of.
The government is trying to integrate Orang Asli into the mainstream Malay life and thus the Malaysian life. Their villages are tidy and when you meet them there are signs of material wealth among them. The older men are fisherman and strong. there are about 2000 mah meri.
They are good wood carvers. Despite the loss of the habitat of their favourite wood for the ubiquitous palm trees, they manage to create intricate works of art, depicting various members of their spirit pantheon.
I was lucky to meet Samri, an internationally known wood sculptor and his father, Jaukin who is a fisherman. They were very generous to answer our questions and i preferred them to talk and they told a lot of stories about the various animals and how many of the spirits were born in the ancient times.
Samri had been to UNESCO in Paris where he represented Malaysia for an exhibition and recently he went to Shanghai to represent Malaysia at the Expo 2010. Before leaving he said, in the typical fashion of the indigenous people, he would ask the ancestors to protect him and beg spirits to follow him and bring him home safe.
The couple of hours we spent with Samri and his father left us feeling richer and more connected to this land called Malaysia. Having worked all my professional life with Indigenous peoples, I can see the universal cries among them and the ethos of their living, their concern for animals and plants and true to their name, People of the Forest, their concern for the trees and the forest.
I happened to have a replica of Eiffel Tower on my person and Samri was delighted to have it as his own souvenir from his visit to Paris had been lost. For the sake of Cuba, I also gave him a 3 peso coin with the visage of Che and told him a little about this great Cuban who cared for Indigenous people as well of another continent. Samri is universal as many indigenous people are when it comes to the indigenous peoples elsewhere, he had no doubt relating to the North American Indians, to whom he may be distantly related. I would like to hear them speak, perhaps they speak like us, he wistfully added.
here is a story which appeared in the local newspaper about Samri.

Yet another gift to me, from this country, Malaysia, a country which I have come to love..
In one week, I had met an ancient inhabitant of this land, spent time with President of the International Society dedicated to the greatest Admiral, Zheng He who had visited Malacca on his many visits in the 15th centuries and wanted to spread harmony among various peoples.. A small but beneficial meeting was with the Spiderman of Taiping , the local expert on Insects of Malaysia who has a near full collection of Butterflies of peninsular malaysia...
If you look hard enough, you will find interesting people all over the world.. but you have to learn to look without judgement...

dimanche 12 décembre 2010

Yoga Hypertension Affections Gratitude: My days in KL

I have been here one week. The day begins early, wake up and drink at least two glasses of water and then have a shower and get ready for the meditation and breathing exercises, which take about one hour, which passes quickly. The Breathing sessions are conducted by ML, sister of my best friend in Asia, MC. ML explains various forms of breathing and the connections to the general world of living and the body and the connections to the universe and with ease the exercises are carried out.
My BP which has been fluctuating since February of this year. I have done an anthropological observation of what various doctors say about BP, including cardiologists: all suggested, more tests, medications or just ignore it. I was determined to bring it down by non pharmaceutical means.
When i arrived in Singapour after my trip Paris to Miami and Miami to Singapour with various stops, the BP was reading 145/85, which is high for me.
In the one week I have been in KL, my BP has been averaging 120/70 and I attribute this change of 20-25 mm Hg to
a: the way the Yong Sisters have made me feel comfortable and have made sure that my stay is pleasant here in KL. Have gone out of the way to make sure that my breathing exercises and explanations are conducted regularly. ML has cooked meals especially on occasions and then we have gone out out to eat and eaten very well.
So this affection certainly has been a factor in the healing
b: Chakuoka the spiritual leader of the Mexican Kickapoo had spent the morning of the day of my arrival in KL praying for me, requested by my Kickapoo sister, Mena
c: the sacrifice I had to do to be in KL: time away from Paris and its affections, time away from attention to work.
In any case, I am feeling well, a living proof that non western medicine has its role in the maintenance of health. but it has to be done in context and by people who are interested in you as a person and has a relationship with you. Non western cook book type of medicine is no better than the western cook book type of medicine: for this ailment take this medication is very similar to new age yogis saying: for hypertension do this asana..
I plan to bring my experiences back to the Indians in the Rez, so that we can begin to fortify Rez Yoga, and also streghten my relationship with Maestro Pimental in La Habana and promote Yoga in Cuba.
I am writing this from the Historic City of Malacca in Malaysia

lundi 6 décembre 2010

Symbolic Healing among the Kickapoo of Mexico

I have a sister, Menacuatucua. Eventhough I do not belong to her tribe (The Traditional Kickapoo who have homes in Eagle Pass, Texas and Nacimiento de los Negros at the foot of Sierra madre Oriental in the state of Coahuila, Mexico) but she has given me a Kikapu name as well, more in jest than ritualistic, Kesekuitepa or the One who walks with his head in the Clouds. A meskwaki friend of mine, in the typical fashion of Indian way of looking at the world with less enthusiasm and more cynicism, said to me, as they understand each others languages, yea, it means you are an airhead!

I had gone and visited her tribe many times during my visits to the USA and I am one of the few people outside the tribe who is regularly invited to their traditional homes in Nacimiento. In fact a Kickapoo has to take you there, as even the local Mexicans do not know how to get to this settlement. Mena is the grand daughter of the previous spiritual leader Annico who lived to be over 100 years old and holder of much spiritual power. Upon his return to the world of his ancestors, his son, Chakuoka, took over the reins. He also appears ageless, but most people believe he is in his eighties, but he is always busy at his traditional residence at the foot of the mountains and rarely likes to go out to the Mexican or North American social gatherings. He is, albeit his withdrawn nature, very active in the Indigenous Affairs of Mexico, and at one time was president of that association.

I treasure a photo of him, taken together, when he bought a car for the first time, a vintage 1945 Ford since he had always used a horse for his transportation. (he has a mobile phone at the moment as well!)

Chakuoka and the “new” car he acquired!

I lead a vagabond life, peripatetic life of a traveler but fortunately with a transportable profession like mine, I can work in many countries to take care of the sick people and with my additional training as an Anthropologist, derive enormous pleasure of gaining native wisdom as well as solving every day social problems. I began travelling in the earnest in 1993 (I have always traveled, but not with the same intensity) and it is still going strong.

2009 had been an eventful year for me. Over the years I had learned to deal with stress in my own fashion taking leaves from the wisdom of the Indigenous people who seem to be joyous in face of all the discrimination the European and African descendants put upon them. But the sickness of my sister Jackie in Miami ( she is England born, Jamaican upbringing and married to a catholic Jamaican of Syrian ancestry!) was a challenge medical education and years as a doctor and anthropologist had not prepared me for. But the challenge was met head on and thanks to every power there is on earth, she is well and looking good and free of cancer. The 13 trips I took in that year to Miami from Paris, where I was making adjustments to a lifestyle so different from my previous residence, that of Baracoa and Havana, added to the physical exhaustion of the exhilaration of travelling. Apart from the 13 trips to Miami, there were four trips to Asia. By the time January rolled around, 2010, I knew I needed some detoxification of my external self, but organization of it, I waited for it to happen and my closest friend, Mun Ching and her sister Man Lee organized a ten day detoxification schedule. Pranayama, which are deep breathing exercises; Yoga Asanas which are pertinent to loosening up of the body; home cooked vegetarian chinese meals and home cooked dinners at the home of friends; abstention from alcohol, which in my case is Wine!

Of course no visit to KL is without a visit to the A Cut Above at Bangsar shopping centre where the best pedicurist GS works, and also the hair style Fei Wen can sculpt my unruly hair a little bit. A facial at Guinot by Anna.

I have told you that I needed a detoxification of my outer self, because a detoxification of inner self would be a totally different matter. But what was to follow shows that such divisions are only for curiosity of your intellect, to divide yourself into self and soul; spirit and matter or inner or outer.

My sister Mena, who is mother to Keatu, wrote to me the very same day I was leaving for my detoxification destination which I had kept a sort of secret from anyone. No one would believe that you are spending 26 hours flying time alone plus all the waits and delays at various airports in four different countries so that you can have a pedicure at Bangsar? But very few non-Indians understand the strength and importance of Relationships, the kind I have with my best friend in Asia, MunChing.

This is what Mena, my Kickapoo sister wrote. Remember Kickapoo is her first language, Spanish the second and English a distant third even though in the last twenty years she had to use more English than Spanish.

Sudah You need to take easy on yourself on those trip because those

trip also make us get stress out even if we don't drive our self.

but don't worry i will ask Chakoka do a Kickapoo prayers for you this

will be exclusive for you only.

sometime that is all we need to remember our ancestor to feel better

because even that our great-grandmother are not we us any more they

still care for us just remember all those Kickapoo elderly you make

happy for seen them as patient and not treat the as patients i know

that because they where always asking for you remember that.

You need to take it easy upon yourself on these trips because these trips are stressful even if it is not you who is driving the vehicle.

But don't worry, I will ask Chakuoka to do a Kickapoo prayer for you, this one would be just for you alone. Sometimes this is all we need, to remember our ancestors to feel better, for, even though our great grandmother is no longer among us, they still care for us. Just remember all those Kickapoo elderly people you made them very happy, looking after them but not treating them as patients. I know this is true because they were always asking for you, I remember that.

Usted necesita tomar más fácil para ti en en estos viajes, porque estos viajes son estresantes, incluso si no eres tú quien está conduciendo el vehículo.
Pero no te preocupes, voy a pedir Chakuoka hacer una oración Kickapoo para ti, éste sería sólo para ti solo. A veces esto es todo lo que necesitamos, para recordar a nuestros antepasados a sentirse mejor, ya que, a pesar de nuestra bisabuela ya no está entre nosotros, que aún se preocupan por nosotros. Sólo recuerde a todas aquellas personas mayores Kickapoo hiciste muy feliz, el cuidado de ellos, pero no tratarlos como pacientes. Sé que esto es cierto, porque siempre estaban preguntando por ti, me acuerdo de eso.

Você precisa tomar mais fácil a si mesmo sobre estas viagens, porque essas viagens são estressantes, mesmo se não é você quem está dirigindo o veículo.
Mas não se preocupe, eu vou pedir Chakuoka para fazer uma oração Kickapoo para você, este seria apenas para você sozinho. Às vezes isso é tudo que precisamos, para lembrar os nossos antepassados a se sentir melhor, pois, embora a nossa bisavó não está mais entre nós, eles ainda cuidam de nós. Basta lembrar todas aquelas pessoas idosas Kickapoo você fez muito feliz, cuidando delas, mas não tratá-los como doentes. Eu sei que isto é verdade, porque estavam sempre a perguntar para você, eu lembro disso.

Vous devez prendre vous-même, il est facile sur ces voyages, parce que ces voyages sont stressantes, même si ce n'est pas vous qui est la conduite du véhicule.
Mais ne vous inquiétez pas, je vais demander Chakuoka pour faire une prière Kickapoo pour vous, celui-ci serait pour vous seul. Parfois, c'est tout ce que nous avons besoin, nous souvenir de nos ancêtres à se sentir mieux, car, même si notre arrière grand-mère n'est plus parmi nous, ils ont encore soin de nous. Rappelez-vous toutes ces personnes âgées Kickapoo vous leur avez fait très plaisir, prendre soin d'eux mais pas les traiter comme des patients. Je sais que cela est vrai, car ils ont toujours été pour vous demander, je m'en souviens.

I was truly overwhelmed when i got this email. I was just about to leave San Francisco for the Orient when it came. Yes, my sisters look after me, I thought to myself and once again feeling very grateful to the Spirits.

Tthis is Chakuoka of the Mexican Kickapoo.

I wrote back to her immediately

What a beautiful email from you my dear sister. I would greatly appreciate

if you could ask Chakuoka to say a prayer for me. Thank you thank you

When I arrived at Narita airport 11 hours later, her reply was waiting.

hey Bro did you reach your destination yet?

I spoke with Chakoka already his in Hermosillo Sonora Mx. but he say

that he do your ceremony on Sunday Morning and to just wait till the

afternoon (12:00 PM to Eat or Drink) and after that you can feel the

spirits come to you. and he remember you by saying his this the Doctor

that use to to come to Nacimiento see the elderly and treat them with

out lot of toxin (RX) as soon as i say yes he say that not to worry he

will do a combine ceremony (Health well being and Traveling Ceremony)

just stay calm and wait for the spirit to do there work OK

Hey Brother, have you reached your destination yet?

I spoke with Chakuoka already, he is in Hermasillo in Sonora in Mexico. But he said he would do your ceremony on Sunday morning and to just till the afternoon (12 noon to eat or drink) and after than you can feel the spirits come to you. He remembers you, he said, this is the doctor who used to come to Nacimiento take care of the elderly and use to give them Toxins (his term for medications). Yes, I said to him, that is the one. He said, do not worry; I will do a combined ceremony (health, well being as well as for protection while traveling). Just stay calm and wait for he Spirits to do their work. OK?

Hey frère, avez-vous atteint votre destination encore?
J'ai parlé avec Chakuoka déjà, il est en Hermosillo à Sonora au Mexique. Mais il a dit qu'il va faire de votre cérémonie le dimanche matin et à un peu jusqu'à l'après-midi (12 h à manger ou à boire) et après que vous pouvez sentir les esprits viennent à vous. Il se souvient de vous, dit-il, c'est le médecin qui venait de Nacimiento prendre soin des personnes âgées et l'utilisation de leur donner les toxines (son terme pour des médicaments). Oui, lui dis-je, c'est celui-là. Il a dit, ne vous inquiétez pas, je vais faire une cérémonie combinée (santé, bien-être ainsi que pour la protection pendant le voyage). Il suffit de rester calme et d'attendre qu'il Spiritueux de faire leur travail. OK?

Ei irmão, você alcançou seu destino ainda?
Falei com Chakuoka já que ele está no Hermasillo em Sonora, no México. Mas ele disse que vai fazer a cerimônia na manhã de domingo e só até a tarde (12 horas para comer ou beber) e depois do que você pode sentir os espíritos vêm para você. Ele lembra que, segundo ele, este é o médico que costumava ir à Nacimiento cuidar do idoso e uso a dar-lhes Toxinas (seu termo para medicamentos). Sim, eu disse a ele, que é o único. Ele disse, não se preocupe, eu vou fazer uma cerimônia combinado (saúde, bem estar, bem como para a proteção durante a viagem). Basta manter a calma e esperar por ele Espíritos para fazer seu trabalho. OK?

Hola hermano, ¿ha llegado a su destino todavía?
Hablé con Chakuoka ya, él está en Hermosillo en Sonora en México. Sin embargo, dijo que va a hacer su ceremonia de la mañana del domingo y sólo hasta la tarde (doce del mediodía para comer o beber) y después de que usted puede sentir los espíritus vienen a ti. Él se acuerda de ti, dijo, este es el médico que venía a Nacimiento cuidar de los ancianos y el uso que les dan las toxinas (su término para medicamentos). Sí, le dije a él, que es la única. Él dijo, no te preocupes, voy a hacer una ceremonia combinado (salud, bienestar, así como para la protección durante el viaje). Sólo mantener la calma y esperar a que espíritus para hacer su trabajo. ¿De acuerdo?

This is symbolic healing in action, something i very heartily believe in. I told you about my sister Jackie, I realized that my trips to her was more valuable in other than medical terms. The powerful symbols of a relationshp built in the actions.

I did not ask my sister Mena for prayers or a healing ceremony, the highest form of a compliment an Indian can give you. Things have a habit of falling into place. MunChing was disturbed about going back to India before the end of the year to continue her studies in Yoga but now had postponed the voyage until the course begins in February. She feels as if a load has been lifted and feels her already intuitive connection with the native Indians. We all be blessed by this ceremony she wrote to say.

I am sitting at this post modern airport in Singapour. It is truly sad when the best thing you can say about a country is that they have a good airport and a good airline. Singapore requires a comunal healing on a national basis and those in Malaysia who blindly folllow the western materialism without the western depth in their philosophical discourses are bound to the same fate. Here I am sitting in this most modern place with lights, glitter and glamour and I have just flown half way around the world from the richeset country on Earth, pampered by Air Hostesses of the Japanese National Airlines, so that I can sacrifie my apetite, my gustatory indulgences, to drink wáter in the morning, breathe facing the trees as deeply as posible and learn the varous poses which may bring my body malleability and softness. I always remember what Pierre Merrick, my UmonHOn Indian teacher tells me: We really need to sacrifice if we are to please the spirits.

I will not go into the concept of Spirits here, may be another time. I sit here, happy and smiling like a Cheshire cat, in a couple of hours, will take the last of the eight flights since December 1,2010 when I left my French Home with its unique presence in my life.

I am looking forward to the next ten days. Apart from the Cuban Ambassador to Malaysia who has become a friend, I will also meet the four excellent citizens of Bombay and Lucknow, intellectually Sharp and broad as only East Indians can be, giving anyone a run for their neuronal abilities in a contest of words and ideas. They all can cook too. With Carlos, it will be a homage to my adopted country, my beautiful island, Cuba and the excesses of affections I have left behind there.

Thank you for all players who put on this show which is my life, a stage where we act is this entire planet and the scriptwriters are we ourselves, we dont need help from others to make us analyze. I am grateful that all of you share your love with me.. I want you to know that it is returned manyfolds back to you..

Chakuoka with a group of young Kickapoo men in the deserts of Northern Mexico

In the bottom two pictures, you see Keato who is Mena’s Son and in the photo on the right Mena can be seen on the left wearing a traditional Kickapoo woman’s every day dress.