At four p.m. yesterday Marlene and I met up with a friend and fellow spiritual worker at our designate meeting place. The two cars left town for our land to prepare for a healing ritual for a client. Our friend, helping in the ceremony is from the U.S but has been living in Belize for quite awhile. This friend is an initiated priest in the Ancient Mayan tradition. Together with her traditions and my Maroon, Dagara and Yoruba traditions we created a ritual space on the land. At quarter to six just at that special time of day where the evening meets the night the client for the ritual who was waiting in the car was summoned. As I brought her over the hilltop the magic started to happen .The fire we had built was lit and busted into flames and the soft whisper of Marlene’s drumming floated up to us. We went down the hillside through a walkway of candles .At the entrance to the circle we were ashed as the smell of frankincense floated around us. As we went further into the circle the smell of copal, then cedar surrounded us. As we reached the center the Mayan priestess came forward with sage where we were all smudged and together we offered up a prayer. As the ritual precede the moon came out but a dark cloud floated across its surface, covering it up. We had so many candles and fire flies around that we were not without light. The sound of the drum was immense as it echoed back to us from the hilltop. Our client took the time she needed to go through each altar. At the Water Altar, the last of the altars, she just sat there absorbing its beauty and all the smells of roses, kus kus, orange leaves with flowers, Ylang Ylang and a special incense from Ethiopia called Queens incense. Just as she was finished and stood up the clouds drifted away and the moon was in full glory. We all went wild with love and joy. The healing had started. We packed up and went off to eat samosas, yellow rice with curry chicken and bottles of Belikin beer. Blessings.