19/07/2025
When I was a child, I remember having episodes where I wanted to scream my lungs out—simply because I didn’t feel understood. Until the age of three, I was surrounded by my father’s family, constantly observed and watched over. Then, a high fever suddenly entered my life.
It’s interesting how I can still recall that period: the fever brought hallucinations, and I was taken to the hospital. The doctors had no idea what was happening to me. At the time, there was a meningitis outbreak across Ecuador, and they assumed I had it too.
So they locked me in a room filled with other children—twisted, strange-looking. I remember my mother visiting me, and my grandfather too. He approached my crib, and I started crying, begging him to take me out of that place. He ran out of the room, leaving me with the sinking feeling that… it didn’t work.
I remember my healing began when my mother decided to take me out of that horrible hospital. She brought me to someone who performed an energetic cleansing. Surrounded by eggs and herbs, my body began to soften, and my life slowly turned back toward joy.
As a medicine woman, I want to share my experience with what we call “spirits of disease.” I’ve observed how they come to show us that we are going through deep sadness—and how they can leave once we begin to acknowledge and tend to the parts of ourselves we’ve long rejected.
I’ve learned to lick my own wounds, to heal myself, and to serve others on their own paths to healing. That, to me, is sacred. Shamanism was a gift from my lineage—I come from people who have walked this earth practicing esoteric wisdom.
During this period, after being diagnosed with cancer, I have found myself feeling more powerful—especially when I touch the hearts of others. I’ve felt magic moving through my body in the form of visions of love. In darkness, I’ve seen myself nesting like a seed, ready to emerge as a flower blooming under the full moon of a dark night.
Life isn’t just about light and love. It’s also about understanding that darkness exists to regenerate ideas in the ever-evolving dance of consciousness within our psyche.
I love—and I hate too. I curse sometimes, and I bless. I’ve felt myself competing, and I’ve also embraced the part of me that loses. Why not? In the end, life is about experiencing it all. Just like in the Inti Raymis, when we dance with the Aya Huma: you don’t have to dance with it the whole time, but it exists to teach us about those shadowy sides as well.
Look for emotional help anytime you need it!!!
Be brave enough to tell you the truth and not just a part, be wise to face you darkest nights of the soul.
Much love there, wherever you are❤️
Heril Vera
Ancestral Medicine Doctor
