The Poet’s love.- (Chapter 10-11)

The Poet’s love — Last grasp at a miracle.

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                                 The Poet’s love — Last grasp at a miracle

At three a.m sharp. Rosa knocked gently on Paloma and Johnnie room. He rose up and he open the door. She came in and she smiled. Need more than your boxers to go to my clinic. Paloma awoke and she walked nude to the bathroom. She came out and Rosa went to her. She touched the scars on her back. She told her. I have gentle lotions to make the scars fade away dear Paloma. She turned to her and she whispered. Some scars and marks are needed reminders. When I see them. I remember Mexico city and I remember who did this to me. Rosa thought a second and she told her. Sweet baby.No-one goes through life with scars and pain. Johnnie came from the bathroom dressed in jeans and t-shirt. Rosa embraced Paloma and she whispered to her.One day I will tell you my story. Today Johnnie will learn because. Him and I will become closer than honey and tea.

They walked slowly to Rosa small clinic. He loved how Rosa looked. Brownish red hair, darkest brown eyes he ever seen and a body of Aphrodite, the goddess. She was tall and long-legged. He asked her. Who are you dear Rosa and where are you from? She took his hand and she told him. Today when you bathe in the herbal bath. I will tell you my tale. You know I wasn’t born here. I found Lawrence many moons ago. He led me into the right places.

The water was prepared. Had the smell of many flowers and many herbs. He asked her. I will smell like Summer’s new flower after you are done with me. She smiled and she him. You will drink the dandelion root tea and the essiac tea. I will pack you with a heavy load of garlic in the soup and food I make for you. Dear Johnnie. I cannot cure you. The blood had been attacked. I will strengthen your body to fight against the deadly bacteria. Stomach cancer cannot be control for long. I will need you to be positive, accept what I do to you and please don’t complain. He loved her eyes and the strength of her words. He stripped down and he slowly went into the bathtub. She left him and she came back with some tea. She whispered. Drink quickly and a lot. We have a long day planned.

He watched her work. She was delicately harvesting some plants and he loved the color of her skin. He asked her. You told me, You shall tell me a long story. She came to him and she sat on a small wood chair near the bathtub. She began. You can tell by my hair, skin color and body. I wasn’t a native. I’m half Iranian and half Irish. Years ago I stood with the revolutionaries in Ireland. We lost, my friends killed and I was wounded. I went into hiding and Leo found me. My heart and mind bleeding. I remember Leo. He was so pretty and young. He told me. My new friend. You don’t need this dreaded place. Here in Mexico, you will die alone and forgotten. He forced me to go to Trujillo. I met Lawrence and Liliam. Both true saints. They gave me a place to live and gather my thoughts. I went to the market in Trujillo and I gathered plants. I create an ointment for my bruising and pain. I started planting a herb garden. Lawrence came to me often and we talked. He told me. I’m a natural herbalist. The herbs of Central American can save the world. One day an old woman from Puerto Barrios came to my home. She was almost seventy when I met her. She took my hand and she told me. My name is Maria. I’m a 60 years creator of herbs and plants for curing pain, sickness and sadness. I know your story dear Rosa. Please come with me. You and I could create the natural herbal plants. I’m old. I will teach you many things and maybe you can laugh and sing again?

I went with her. I had no-one left and no place to go. I fell in love with Puerto Barrios the first moment when I saw her. I worked side by side with Maria. She was a patience teacher. She told me often. I talk to the plants. I thank them for the gift of healing. After four years and kindness. Maria told me. I had cancer now for five years. My medicine had found the dead-end. Your last lessons will be the many plants for curing and stalling the poison of cancer if you want? She taught me so much and I seek more knowledge. Us herbalist like Elena and I. We share the knowledge. I was lucky. Leo brought an old man from Mexico to me years, back. He was a skill Nagual. In three months. I learn about the power of the smoke and where to find the herbs needed to create the proper cure. Don Carlos was very kind and generous with me. My life was hard at the beginning and today. I’m very content. I’m treated well here in Puerto Barrios and this is my home now.

Johnnie learns great respect for this beautiful woman. His eyes caressed her with appreciation and kindness. She began to sing.

“I’m just a Irish girl
in the lost and found.
I love my whiskey and I love my song.
I love the wild men who want to dance and drink till we can’t no more.
I maybe not as pretty as when youth was my strong wine.
Old wine is  become  sweeter and kind.
Irish woman kisses become more  tasty.
Their eyes more beautiful with time and love
Johnnie told her his story and Rosa cries with him. She told him. I believe we must lose everything to appreciate what we have. You are the poet who loved Paloma. A Poet’s love is never forgotten. You and Paloma. Myth and tale for the dreamers. The story of you and Leo. Fearless Leo. Saving of stray cats and desperate woman. She pointed at a painting on the wall. A nude beautiful woman was sitting by a open window.  Johnnie smiled. Dear Rosa. You are an eternal beauty. she smiled and left him. She brought some more dandelion root tea. She read Jack London’s book “When God’s laugh” to him. She added some more  hot water and more American white lily in the water. She whispered one more hour and my special hemp and mix herbal plant lotion for you.  After the soaking in the herbal bath. He wrapped a towel around himself and he laid on a massage table. There was two tables in the room. Paloma joined them. She stripped down and she rested on the massage table. Rosa came in and smiled. Dear Paloma will keep us company and I shall heal her scars on her back. They are very deep and dark. Need the special healing lotion. The key plant come from Bosnian. She slowly massage Paloma back, neck and her legs. She smiled and she asked him. Am I as beautiful as when you massage my back with medicine and caressed my beaten legs with healing herbs. Johnnie smiled and he told her. More beautiful and more wonderful. After Rosa finished with her. She told Paloma. I need your help and after you leave Puerto Barrios. You must do what I do. The tea, the soups and the bath. If you don’t. He won’t make the Cuidad Juares. Paloma followed her orders and she learn quickly of the plants needed. Johnnie fell asleep and the two women went to the bay.

Rosa took Paloma hands and she told her. I lost everyone once. I believed in something and my world became hell and I ran or be killed. You hold great pain dear Paloma. You are very important. what you seen and done.  Must be written. You must keep Susana Castilla Chavez alive. Please write the book that must be written. Write from a distance. In Spain, you will be safe there. Few people want to see the violence done to women. The border of Mexico, China and so many places use the young girl up. Leaving only shells of a person. I have contacts in Mexico and when you reach the border. No-one will touch you. Mexican men scared of the old medicine. I have a great friend Don Carlos. A herbalist and famous Nagual. Sweetest and kindest man I know. He was my teacher.  He asked to be your guide and your protector. Johnnie will receive one week of my treatment. You will leave for Belize. Dangriga and Belmopan will be two days stops. Natural and hidden springs for healing. For you and Johnnie. Remember dear Paloma. Be positive and strong. A woman’s love will a man forget pain and he will want love and her. Maria begin to sing.

Was a Spring flower.
So tall and so beautiful.
Was a Spring flower.
That reached for the sky.
The sky and the sun adored her.
She would dance with the wind.
The wind would whisper love songs to her.
Late Summer came and the flower slowly weaken and faded away.
The sky cries great rain/snow and the sun hid behind the clouds.
In early Spring.
The flower appeared again.
The rain and snow stopped.
The sun shined from dust to dawn.
The gentle wind danced with the beautiful flower again.
The world became beautiful and wonderful once again.
Paloma kissed Rosa face and lips. She told her. Thank you Rosa. I did need you. I need to forget my anger and regret. Because a storm again. Rosa smiled and she said yes.

John Castellenas/Coyote

The Poet’s love -The road to Dangriga

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Dangriga, Belize.

The Poet’s love.– The road to Dangriga

The third day at Puerto Barrio. Johnnie awoke feeling great pain and his body would not move. He tried to get-up and he fell down. He laid on the ground and he felt dizzy. Damn room was moving like a merry-go-round. He knew out-lived the Army doctors opinions at the Detroit V.A. It could be the natural herbs extending his life or maybe he was fighting for his Paloma. His last battle. Lawrence walked into the room and he called-out to him. He yelled out. Lawrence, I have fallen. Lawrence ran to him and he helped him get into the bed. Lawrence told him to take five deep breath and he reached into his pocket. He brought out some codeine. He went and poured some water into a glass. He turned with tears falling and he told Johnnie. You will need the codeine my friend. You have surpass the point of healing.  Lawrence sat on the bed near him. He told Lawrence. My brother and my friend. I don’t fear dying. We must be born and we must die. You, Leo and Paloma made my life worthwhile and okay. The dizziness stayed and Lawrence demanded him to take the five deep breathe and hold them for 10 seconds each. He performed the breathing and he felt better. He knew the codeine kicked in and his body was relaxed again. His vision came back and he told Lawrence.

If I die here or in Mexico. Burn my body and please take me to Port Austin. Burn some sage and drink some lilac wine and some whiskey for me. Toss my ashes in Lake Huron. Lawrence told him. We will make Port Austin. We must. Paloma will need you in Cuidad Juarez. Elena and Paloma came in. They saw the fear in Lawrence eyes. Lawrence and Elena carry him to the clinic. Rosa was waiting. Paloma ran to her clinic and she warned her. Rosa had the bath made. Johnnie stripped down to his boxers and Paloma helped him into the large tub.  He enjoyed the heat on his sore body and he told Paloma. I love you my Spanish honey. They left him alone and he prayed. Please lord of life and death. Allow me a few more days. Please make the cancer dormant for a few weeks. I need to be with Paloma for a few more weeks. I want to be with my dear friends at Port Austin. My Native land and my friends. My Ojibwa blood need the great lakes near. My final request dear lord.

He knew he had a short time to live. He had watched his good friend the Sergeant Major die in 1994. He remember when he lost his balance and then his vision. He died a week later. Rosa watched Paloma face. She was barely standing at the door. Paloma began to fall and Rosa caught her. Rosa took her to a chair and she sat her down gently. She made some rosemary tea and brought a chair near her. Rosa saw the sorrow in her eyes and she wrapped her arms around her. She told her. Johnnie is struggling. The herbs and his strong-willed mind is losing. The cancer is in the blood stream. I’m using the plants of Mexico to fight the spreading. You must leave in the afternoon. Doctor Rodrique at Dangriga will be waiting. A one day stop. She is skilled in acupuncture and she is using the new plants. She is a real doctor. She uses modern medicine and the herbal medicine. Please Paloma, keep the hopeful face. His love for you. Will make him stronger. If you fall to sadness. He will too. Johnnie relaxed after the two hour soaking on a soft cot. He wrote some words.

Baby, sweetheart, my love and my life.
You and I.
We played hide and seek in the game of love.
We had danced by the sea and we had sung to the moon and the sun.
We have run away from each other and we have run toward each other.

You made me want to live.
I was a dead-man walking and I saw you.
A Spanish beauty laying on a  lonely bed and waiting for death.
I made you laugh.
I made you sing and I made you write.
Maybe I saved you dear Paloma,
but my beautiful lion.
You taught me.
I was okay and you loved me.
I have loved you since the first second.
You saved my my kind lady of love.
Old friends

My friends. Leo and Lawrence.
True fighters in a world filled with weak men.
Leo, with hands that can create permanent beauty.
Lover of life and the great sea.
Dear Lawrence.
Befriended a lost soldier seeking quick death with the Honduras rum.
A friend and legend.
The doctor of the Teja coastline.
The smiling and kind doctor.
Saved so many and he was the hands on so many new babies born healthy and strong.
You were blessings to a lost man.
My friends. I love you.
Please don’t cry for me.
Celebrate our time together.
Dance on the Trujillo beach and call my name.
I shall hear you.
My Ojibwa blood will find you.
I will smile from hell or heaven.
Lawrence and Leo packed-up the needed items.  Rosa came to them. In two-day. Don Carlos, my Nagual friend will meet you at the Mexican border. He will escort you to Cuidad Juarez. No-one will bother you. He is respected and feared. He had powerful medicine for the mind. The medicine he had. It will strengthen the mind of Johnnie. Make him feel like bull in heat. Paloma read the poetry and she asked Johnnie. You have been my everything for 30 years and I will be alone. Soft tears fell from her eyes. He smiled and he told her. Dear Paloma. You shall never be alone. You have Leo the fearless warrior and you have Lawrence. Lawrence, the kind hearten lion. We have shared a thousand days and every one I remember and I’m thankful for. He kissed her forehead and he brought her closer. The codeine helped and he stood-up strong and bold. He kissed her lips and he held her tightly. He whispered. Don’t be afraid no-more. You have befriended a whole world and you have great responsibility.  You must write the Susana Castillo Chavez story. You made the soldier poet see the truth. I have fought against war for many years. You made me see. Do something to improve our world, don’t accept the world as-is. We are myth and tale for many. You are the Poet’s love. We found romance and love in a world going to hell.

My dear Paloma.
My beautiful Paloma.
You are music to my heart.
I have loved you since I found you in Teja.
Your eyes were cold and dead.
Your heart was broken and bloody.
I sat with you to ensure you were safe.
You became my tropical flower and
I wanted only to protect you and keep you safe from the demons of our world.
You befriended me and our deadly dreams turn sweeter and more hopeful.

Paloma smiled and she told him. Your eloquent words saved me once. I wrote of the painful days. I released them to paper like you told me to. We found equal ground in our silence. You and I learn mutual eyes toward a violence and sickly world. Your soft and kind voice became sweet music to my sleeping heart and body. You made me lose the fakeness of ugliness of the world and learn to dance again. You made me smile and sing again. Rosa came into the room. Johnnie went to her and he kissed her lips and he whispered. First Irish girl I ever kissed. Thank you Rosa for everything. You are a beautiful and wonderful lady. She gave him some codeine and some teas. She turned to Paloma and she told her. Do the tea every four hours. Dr. Rod will give you some better medicine in Dangriga.

Lawrence was driving. Was a long drive. 20 hours later they arrived at Dangriga. Johnnie told Paloma. Wow. A beautiful place. It is paradise. Dr. Rod was waiting at the front door of the clinic and when she saw the truck. She ran toward the truck and she demanded Johnnie to go into the clinic. The treatment will start in fifteen minute. Dr. Rod touched his face and he saw the concern in her face. He told Lawrence. We must work quickly. Don Carlos is waiting for you in Belmopan.

John Castellenas/Coyote

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