“Mahtee dodged the wet fronds as he made his way through the dense tangle of vines that clogged the ancient path. At last he broke out into the light of the clearing where Nata’s village stood. Nata rushed out to meet him.
‘At last you are here!’ she cried, clearly distressed. ‘My sister Tia is not better. Can you see her after you have eaten?’
‘Take me to her now,’ Mahtee advised.
Tia lay on a mat, stony and unresponsive.
Mahtee sat silently for a moment, relaxing for a moment as he asked for guidance from his spirit allies. He pulled out his small traveling drum and began a rapid beat. Using his shamanic sight, he looked at her spirit body and saw that her power animal was missing. He also saw a density and a blockage of black color around her chest. Looking more closely, he noticed that from the opening to the spirit world in the top of her head there was oozing a black slime that appeared to be alive. He asked his guardian spirit, the python,
spirit pulled out the black slime and patted it into the shape of a young man who immediately ran away.
Tia let
out a scream and then fell forward, sobbing uncontrollably. Mahtee quickly
journeyed to find Tia’s power animal with the help of his python.
When he had spotted it four times, he managed to talk to it, a small bird,
into coming back. Then he quickly knelt over Tia’s head and, blowing with all his might, delivered Tia’s power animal through the spirit opening.
Mahtee said quietly to Nata, ‘She will be okay soon. Let her cry all she wants. She had a secret love with a young man from the next village. He left her when he found her without any power. She has neglected her power animal and it abandoned her, just as he did. Perhaps she has learned her lesson.
‘Now I am hungry. Please bring me some food.’”