Couple of years ago, I had some hand surgery, and the surgeon made these funny little zig zag cuts. Three of them. A student asked what they were, and out of NOWHERE my brain replied that the cuts were from an initiation into a native American tribe, representing the mountains, the river, and the snake.
Where did this come from? Who knows? It just came out of my mouth. But it came from a teacher. And no one has these weird zig zag cuts. So they believed me.
Then I needed surgery on the other hand, but it was a different surgeon. I told him I wanted identical scars. He was like, ” I can make straight invisible scars.”
I’m like: ” I want matching zig zag scars. Really.” We can only imagine what he thought.
So then I had two sets of matching zig zag scars. I could tell anyone anything. The power went to my head.
There are innumerable people out there who believe I underwent ritual cicatrization ( cutting) to become a member of an unnamed tribe. For no other reason that they couldn’t come up with another explanation.
The problem arose when I had a student who desperately, desperately, wanted to join the tribe. I had to tell him he was unworthy.