Struck by Lightning a True Native American Medicine Story

When I was around 6 years old, there was awere gone, I fell asleep.
tremendous storm. I lay in bed listening to the thunderMy life was never the same after that. I continued to
and rain. I liked it and felt excited by it. I watched thesee beings and creatures that others didn't see. I
lightning through a window directly across from myquickly learned to keep it to myself. It seemed to scare
bed. It was a powerful display of light and sound. Buteverybody else. But I became used to it. I learned to
suddenly, lightning struck just outside my window. Theobserve and connect the actions of these creatures
room lit up in blinding white light. The light was so brilliantwith various outcomes. If they were agitated I knew
that I was blinded for some time. Then as my sighttrouble was coming. If they were just milling around, I
returned, everything had changed.knew things would be OK. My world was very simple
I could see small creatures all over my bedroom floor.back then. It was either good or bad.
They were very small and hairy. I suppose they couldAs the years went by, I began to take comfort in
be described as impish and didn't seem very friendly. Inseeing a variety of "unseen" beings. I saw fairy people,
fact, they scared the heck out of me. I wantedlittle people, elves, and all sorts of creatures. No harm
desperately to get out of my room, but couldn't stepever came to me. It seemed I was protected. Then I
on the floor because of all the creatures.started to see ghosts and this was actually a very
I stood on my bed and decided I'd jump across thepleasant experience. At least I could talk to these
floor hoping to land in the hallway. It was a big leap forbeings. And then there were the angelic ones.
such a small girl. I was afraid to jump. I tried to yell outEspecially, a lady dressed in blue. Her dress and cloak
for my parents, but no sound would come from mywere very long and the same shade of pale blue. She
throat. This made me even more scared. So, I finallyglowed all over her head and hands. It seemed she
took the leap, landing just short of the hallway. I ran towas always praying or deep in thought. I was always
the living room where my parents were and tried to tellcomforted by her presence. She has remained with
them what had happened. I had found my voice, but Ime to this day.
couldn't describe what had happened. They told me toLater in my life, I was trained as a person who has
go back to bed and it would all be gone in the morning."Ghost Medicine". Ghost medicine doesn't mean only
I turned back down the hallway and approached theghosts, you are required to be able to speak and
door of my room. There were the creatures. Theytranslate from any of the numerous "unseen beings".
were everywhere. There wasn't even a small path forThe most common in Lakota are: Ghost (Wanagi),
me to walk on. So, I took small steps and dared toFairies (Gimmimila Wakan), Little people (Oyate cicala)
step on them. But they disappeared as my feet cameand Helper Spirits (Tunkasila). I find it most interesting
down. I made it to my bed, crawled in and watchedthat almost all cultures around the world have the
these odd creatures. Eventually, they started tosame sort of beings, just with different names. In
disintegrate. Like a slow fade in a movie. Once theyLakota it is said: 'We are all related" (Mitakuye Oyasin).