Grandma and I

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My husband and I are sitting around a small table with our friend Duglas Lomar, having lunch at El Cafe Paraiso in Granada, Nicaragua. Suddenly, above Douglas’ head, a vision appears of an older woman with a round, brown-skinned face wrapped in a black dress. She reminds me of Duglas. She conveys without words that the man below her is a plant shaman, should be practicing that knowledge, and asks that we help him.

Mi esposo y yo estabamos sentados alrededor de una pequena mesa con nuestro amigo Duglas Lomar, almorzando en El Cafe Paraiso en Granada, Nicaragua. De pronto, sobre la cabeza de Duglas, se aparece la vision de una mujer anciana, de rostro redondo, y de piel oscura, la cabeza cubierta con un manto negro. Su cuerpo esta cubierto con un largo vestido negro. Ella identifica a Duglas. Me dice sin palabras que el es un ser que sabe de la naturaleza, y deberia de estar practicando ese conocimiento, y me pregunta si lo podemos ayudar.