Sounds like a masseuse.
A fanm masay may perform some sort of ceremony before she massages you (anvan li rale w). Usually they work on things like sprained ankle, displaced joints, back alignments, etc....
I had once sprained my ankle, and my dad took me to a 'fanm masay'. First of all he was a man. So maybe we should say 'gason masay'. The man did do a few things before he started working on my foot. He burned three pebbles in some ashes along with a sour orange. He took the first pebble and drew a cross on my foot and threw that first pebble over his left shoulder, he did the same thing with the second pebble and threw that over his right shoulder. The third pebble, he threw over his head after he drew the third cross on my foot. At the time I was thinking "Whoa! did my dad see that!?" My dad was a pastor and preached against vodou all the time. But he was right there watching and said nothing. So I guessed it is just something they do. At last the man cut the hot baked orange in half, poured some oil on my foot and started pulling on my foot. The orange was very hot and my foot hurt really bad, I was screaming. I must have fainted 'cause I sincerely don't remember what happened after that. I don't remember having the pain after that either.
These people don't go to massage school but the good ones are said to have that unusual gift of knowing how to fix you 'straight' again. I do believe that they learn what they do from a 'master masseuse' or something :) There aren't too many of them.
A fanm masay may perform some sort of ceremony before she massages you (anvan li rale w). Usually they work on things like sprained ankle, displaced joints, back alignments, etc....
I had once sprained my ankle, and my dad took me to a 'fanm masay'. First of all he was a man. So maybe we should say 'gason masay'. The man did do a few things before he started working on my foot. He burned three pebbles in some ashes along with a sour orange. He took the first pebble and drew a cross on my foot and threw that first pebble over his left shoulder, he did the same thing with the second pebble and threw that over his right shoulder. The third pebble, he threw over his head after he drew the third cross on my foot. At the time I was thinking "Whoa! did my dad see that!?" My dad was a pastor and preached against vodou all the time. But he was right there watching and said nothing. So I guessed it is just something they do. At last the man cut the hot baked orange in half, poured some oil on my foot and started pulling on my foot. The orange was very hot and my foot hurt really bad, I was screaming. I must have fainted 'cause I sincerely don't remember what happened after that. I don't remember having the pain after that either.
These people don't go to massage school but the good ones are said to have that unusual gift of knowing how to fix you 'straight' again. I do believe that they learn what they do from a 'master masseuse' or something :) There aren't too many of them.
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