Story time, kiddos!
Okay, so this one time in college, I was walking down a forest trail not far from town, where I saw three people and a llama walking toward me. No joke. This was Ashland Oregon, which is notorious for being kind of a weird town. I was pretty much used to such events at this point and kept on walking toward the three folks and their surly charge.
When I neared them, the man holding the llama’s leash stopped and said, “Oh! You’re the girl with the tail! I was just talking about you!” and he explained how earlier in the day, he had seen me walking through town with a coyote tail keychain clipped to my side. He noted that I had apparently made myself invisible as I slipped through the crowd, and surmised it was because I had somehow “channeled the coyote’s stealthy energies.” The man’s companions (sans llama) nodded in agreement.
I was skeptical, but intrigued, and explained that I was a taxidermist, which the group (sans llama) all thought to be quite impressive.
The dude holding the llama asked me then if I had ever kissed a llama before, and of course I said no. So he assured me, “Lilly is very friendly! She loves kisses. Just put you face like this” - he leaned closer to the enormous animal’s disgruntled head and puckered his lips at her - “and she’ll give you a nuzzle!”
Again, I was skeptical, but intrigued. So I leaned closer to the llama and puckered up. She looked at me for a moment then leaned toward me and did indeed nuzzle my mouth with her peach-fuzz lips. I nearly shit my pants.
The man, named Howard, and his companions invited me then to join them on their walk, and while they were headed in the opposite direction of where I was initially going, I obliged. During the walk, Howard explained that he ran a healing arts center about a mile away, and invited me to visit his sanctuary and crystal garden.
He was very nice, and his companions - a hippie woman with long graying hair and smile lines mapped across her face, and a middle-aged man with a glowing smile - were very amicable; I enjoyed the spirit of their company.
Back at the healing arts school, Howard lead Lilly to her pasture and showed me around.
The place was amazing - crystals, candles, skulls, and pelts everywhere throughout the house. The work room was low-lit and smelled like incense, and had a massage table in the middle of it, with some kind of three-dimensional star sculpture suspended from the ceiling directly above. It was made from copper tubes and decorated with feathers and more crystals - the owner said something about copper having properties which aligned peoples’ energies and cleaned their blood. It was all quite fascinating.
In discussion, I mentioned that I was a synesthete, and saw colors for things like numbers, letters, emotions, personalities, etc.
Howard and his companions all turned to one another and smiled widely. “You’re an Indigo Child!” the gray-haired hippie woman, Sue, said to me. Howard put a hand on my shoulder and added, very seriously, “Your soul is not from this world,” and then went on to explain more about how the concept of Indigo Children was initially coined and studied by a woman who was, herself, a synesthete who could, like me, see colors for people’s personalities. I was fascinated by all of it, even if I didn’t exactly believe it to be true.
I stuck around at the Healing Arts Center for a while longer before finally departing. It was growing dark by that time, but Howard and Sue invited me to come back for a full moon celebration and asked me to bring one of my pelt headdresses along.
I never actually did go back there, but I ran into Howard and his companions (sans llama) a few more times before I moved away from Ashland after dropping out of college. Every time that one of them saw me, they would put their hands together and bow slightly while acknowledging me as “Sister Coyote” so I would bow back and continue on my way.
The entire encounter from start to finish was actually quite fantastic, and I do fully believe that Howard, Sue, the other man (who’s name I cannot recall), believe strongly in the work they do. Whether it’s possible or not to ease a person’s anxiety, infertility, anger issues, etc. through aromatherapy, herbalism, or crystal meditations, I cannot say for certain, but my experience was eye-opening to say the very least.