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Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING<br />

ment my friends stepped off the bus, a cloud of mosquitoes followed<br />

and feasted on promised flesh.<br />

Throughout the night, the tribe walked past Rupert and listened<br />

to his nonsense pleas for help. They were doubly concerned. How<br />

could the Younger White Brother be so sick? How could he make<br />

them invulnerable to death when he was now slipping <strong>from</strong> the edges<br />

of life? Before they could carry on with more of this talk, the grand­<br />

mother of Loot and Bootie scolded the doubters and disbelievers.<br />

Don’t you remember what happened to us, when Loot and Bootie<br />

and I swam the River of Death? Through trial with death, you dis­<br />

cover your power. Through trial, you shed your mortal flesh, layer af­<br />

ter layer, until you become who you are supposed to be. If you die,<br />

you were mortal all along. But if you survive, you are a god. So don’t<br />

go speaking your doubts so loudly. This god might waken and arise,<br />

and if he hears your fickle and fomenting talk, he’ll put you in a place<br />

with no pretty maidens, just barren rice fields. When all of us are<br />

ready to leave, he’ll make you stay right here in No Name Place.<br />

Two women brought jugs of cool water and soaked cloths in<br />

them. They placed these on the crown of Younger White Brother’s<br />

head and under his neck where the hot pulse runs. And then the<br />

twins’ grandmother tried to feed him a tonic, but Vera ordered her<br />

to stop. She examined the bowl and sniffed the strong odor of bitter<br />

herbs and alcohol.<br />

The twins’ grandmother made everything perfectly clear. It is very<br />

good, all pure, I cooked and fermented it myself. This tea comes <strong>from</strong><br />

the leaves of a bush that grows in the forest. The first time we ate<br />

those leaves it was only because we had no food. And do you know<br />

what? Those who were sick grew well. And those who were well never<br />

got sick.<br />

Of course, Vera understood not a word. She shook her head and<br />

put the bowl out of reach. The women tried to persuade her, but she<br />

stood firm. “No voodoo medicine.” And so the ladies of the jungle<br />

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