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FIVE GREAT HEALERS SPEAK HERE
At one point in the session we saw her pause a moment in her healing activities as if listening for something. The room was silent but Mama rose to her feet. We followed her gaze and saw a young woman in the audience crying soundlessly. Mama asked her interpreter and patient to wait. She walked down the aisle in her long white robe and lifting one edge of her flowing veil, covered the young weeping woman's face and head. Mama said a few words, waited a minute or two and removed the veil. The young woman who had been so distressed was now smiling and radiant, revealing the strong inner reassurance given by Mama. Mama Mona returned to her place on the dais as if this were just an ordinary happening.
Mama Mona's handshake as she completes her healing and says goodby is her own unique way of conveying reassurance and energy. Current passed between us as she held each hand in one of hers.
Following are her own words about her background.
As I consider my life, it becomes clear to me that I was born to serve. On the day I was to be born, May 24th in 1922, my mother was ducking bullets from an angry crowd of European strikers. It was an all-white mine strike for higher wages. My mother struggled to a nearby township about ten miles from the center of Johannesburg in the Transvaal. As soon as I was born, we were taken to a deserted mine shaft to be safe until all was clear and the strike was over. My mother recalled with horror the prevalence of rats and insects down there.
As I grew up, I heard many stories, often spoken in Zulu, of my parents' past experiences. The stories interested me. I was a shy and lonely child and I had begun to realize that I was different in some way and did not meld with the company of other children.
At school I surprised my teachers because learning
