A Native American woman I met last week had an aneurysm and brain surgery last year. (She’s fine now.) Before the aneurysm was discovered, she went to a shaman who’s well-known among Indians here. He lit something, made some smoke, did whatever else he does, then looked at her, put his finger on her forehead and said, “You are blocked here.”
She assumed he was referring to a mental blockage, and thought, “No, I’m an open, loving person, he’s wrong.”
Shortly after this, doctors discovered the aneurysm right where he pointed.
This is the story she told me.