Gasping for air as I enter the sacred church whose intense energy steals my breath. Chills run down my spine, goosebumps cover my skin, and tears fill my ducts. POTENT. Pine needles cover the ground, signifying the eternity of evergreens and softening the kneeling knees of those around me. The aroma of burning incense intertwine with pine as I grasp onto this reality through the fogged perception of smoke. Smells of burning wax drip onto the floor, occasionally passing through the slight breeze of fresh air. Olfactory glands full of pine, copal, and wax. Glowing candles light the path...path of life. Religious hymns play softly in the background of indigenous dialects. Dim lighting, strong odors, and indescribable power. Conscious rituals cleanse individuals from illness and sin, intensifying positive intentions. Observing... Medicine woman and patient bow in
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