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www.shamansociety.org 13 Monteverde was a small enough community that the absence of even one person was noticeable. Suddenly there were nine people gone. Three weeks after the event I was riding Chispa home when I suddenly felt I must go into the bank and clear out the energy. I had a strong feeling that some of those who had been shot still did not understand they were dead and needed an explanation. But the town was very Catholic and I did not want to offend the priest. Then I heard my beloved teachers voice in my head as clear as though she was right beside me riding next to me Go in and ask the bank manager. I tied Chispa to a post outside the bank and entered. It was near- ly closing time. I asked to speak to the manager and was granted permission to enter his office. He indicated I should sit in the chair opposite him. He was a small man with an ample stomach his shirt buttons nearly popping. He had kind eyes and he looked at me with curiosity. We had done business for four years now and he knew me to be a trusted client in the community. Con permiso tengo una pre- gunta un poquito differente With permission I have a question.... its a little unusual. He gestured for me to con- tinue. I explained that I was able to do the work of a curandera that I could clear the energy in the bank so that it would be lighter and easier for the people to work there and for the people in the town. I explained that everything I did would be in harmony with the church that I could do the work with others present maybe around closing time. I mentioned I might be singing lighting a candle and some sage walking around. And then I waited. He answered immediately and his response surprised me. His eyes filled with tears and he said he would be so grateful. That they could hardly breathe in there. That working was nearly impossible. When could I come to do the work In three days I answered. I will come in three days at 500 pm. And I am most grateful. No it is I it is we who are grateful. Just come in and all but a few will be done for the day. Thank you so much for offer- ing this to us. I was startled at his manner at how grateful he was it was as though he had been waiting for someone to ask. As I rode Chispa back to my house I began to see what must be done. My teacher had taught me how to enter the World of Spirits the world that had spontaneously opened to me as a child and often irritated and sometimes haunted me as a young adult. Now I had the tools to shut it down or open it and open it I did. I contacted a group of ten people on the mountain both locals and expatriates who practiced a form of Japanese healing similar to Reiki. I asked them to gather in a house to the north of the bank on the date I was going there and they agreed. I asked them to send light. Then I approached a group of Quakers who lived on the mountain and asked them if they would gather in a room down the street from the bank and be still and pray for those who had been killed. They agreed. I called healers from North America and asked them to drum at the time I would be in the bank and they agreed. Most importantly the sha- mans of Mt. Chirripo had taught me how to enter through deep meditation their sacred healing space and to ask for their help. I did this through a specific ritual and they agreed to assist me. Essentially I had the four directions covered groups and individuals holding protection and sending light from all four directions. Then I began my research on the history of the bank. I was not surprised to find that in the past on the same ground there had been a bar and that there was vi- olence and death associated with that bar. Before the bar there had been a house where a child burned to death. The ground itself had a history of death and violence. I asked all those involved not to speak about the cleansing that for their protection and mine it was best kept quiet. Also I did not want to be known for this work as it was not me but the combination of everyone that would make the bank clear. On the evening I entered the bank I had prepared with ritu- als of protection for myself and everyone involved. When I walked in I could see five bodies lying in pools of blood on the floor. Undead. This type of seeing was something I was born with and I was not surprised at the bodies I knew they were spirits. Unsettled. Not understanding. Shocked. Still not able to go. I sat among them vaguely aware of the three people left working in the bank who purposely ignored me. I knew I had to work in a way that would not alarm or offend the workers. Quietly I began by lighting a candle and clearing the space with a small bit of sage and juniper. I brought a large eagle feather to send the energy out and up into the sky where it could be transformed into light. I began explaining to the five souls what had happened to them. How the robbers had entered through what door and to each I explained that they had been shot and that they were dead and could go home to their god now. In fact I told them they must. So that life could go on. Their relatives were saying