off their shoes. Between the beats of the drum, the dancing and the spontaneous warrior cries you are transported to the plains of New Mexico. The drum beats from the fire dance will evoke the forgotten beat of your heart and your feet land on the earth with a new found determination. When was it you last had a laugh, a cry, a dance even if you didn’t know the steps?
He danced, they all danced, eventually I danced and for two hours during which every now and then he would take someone from the crowd to the centre. At the centre he had assembled a shrine where he placed two large white candles. Into the flames of these candles he put his hands at least over one hundred times during the ceremony. The shaman then placed his hands on the throat, mouth and forehead of whomever he had led to be at the centre. Sometimes he screamed into to the forehead – perhaps some need more waking up than others.
Men were well represented as were most spiritual traditions but the most notable observation was the attention and full participation of the children there that day with their parents. Even in the spiritual parts they were totally consumed by what was taking place. As children judge people from the inside and not the outside I took this to be a huge testament to Emaho’s integrity and presence and it is these not him that command respect.
His status and fame does not affect him. Emaho is imbued with an integrity and authenticity that is seldom seen now on the spiritual circuit. Someone who has attempted to purge the sadness and reignite the spirit of so many people must have developed a deep sensitivity along the way. How he remains so open and so fresh despite what obstacles he has had to surmount is an