On the path I am on, one never calls themselves a medicine person, a kahuna, or a shaman. We simply quietly go about our work.
I have heard tems such as medicine woman, shaman used by family, friends, and colleagues, but I would never call myself that.
Early in development, I thought, there was something about the Jungian Wounded Healer that seemed to fit.
It is much more complicated than that.
I processed an Ace Score of 8 and developed a healing process unique to me that interfaced with Western Society. A blend of going directly to the source of all 'ike and asking for insight and guidance and following through, but also, looking at contemporary science. What others have written.
In my 20s, I became aware if siblings suffering in life in relation to how an Ace Score of 8 and above wrecks havoc on one's everything. I could see how the ones entrapped in the system were getting nowhere, perhaps even going backwards. I was the last of four siblings that stepped into awareness and some semblance of a healing flow. My first abreaction/flashback was in a dance studio as an older dance student and I just kept rowing fowards.
In hindsight, when I began to look at the work, and the work of trauma experts, I realized, I was developing a modality alongside their studies.
It occurred concurrently, but also went beyond some of what exists in the literature.
This seems to be something fundamental to who I am, I seem to be a few decades ahead.
My grandfather was seen as a visionary, and I see some of this in myself.
As I journal here May 12, 2026, I am approaching the 9 month mark of leaving 33 years of narcissistic abuse and coercive control. It is simply a part of the decolonization journey. After I worked through all the layers, it took time to prepare to leave, five plus years actually. To create support systems, to work through the ancestral wounds, and then, to go through a process to unwind some things from the past.
It has been a harrowing journey, and I understand why some partners might choose to stay.
It is not easy to remake your life at the age of 66 and to be in precarious housing while you search for a forever home/process.
I am also working on cleaning up some of the messes caused by what one of my doctor's pointed out bluntly. "he lied"
Exhausting work.