Master Poo Strikes Again

Today was to be my second session with Master Poo, one I had been both eagerly and fearfully awaiting. I arrived at his house where my anxiety disappeared the instant I saw his smiling face. This man knows what he’s doing. I laid down on the mat and he assumed his usual starting position, grasping the incense and praying before Buddha. I observed the offerings of the day. The coconuts were still there, but now a large bunch of bananas had joined them. Buddha eats well. Soon Master Poo was in front of me, beginning with the starting prayer. This time I kept my eyes open to watch the intensity on his face. His expression is something else. I don’t even think a photograph could capture it. Suddenly, he stops and looks at me wide eyed. “You have the moon!” he says and points to his low belly. A moon cycle is an ancient yogic reference to a woman having her period. Good thing I knew this, or else I would have though he was telling me I was pregnant.

Shocked I said, “Yes I do.” “It start today,” he replies with a smile.

Shocked again I say, “Yes it did.” He starts laughing and I am left dumbfounded. How the hell did he know that? I wonder. We haven’t said anything more than “hi” to each other. I’m even wearing white pants (something women typically don’t do when having their period, which after realizing this I gave a quick glance at, no sign of the moon though).

“Your energy is so hot. I could even feel it burn my lip. I knew it was moon.” He gets up, replaces the magic beads back around Buddha’s neck and grabs his calendar. He cannot work on me while I am on the moon, we will just have to wait until I come back to earth I guess He explains to me that we must wait for the moon to go away because my body will not accept the healing energy while it is on the moon.

“When does moon end?” he asks. I point on the calendar to six days from now. He then points to three days from now.

“If you drink only warm water and eat only warm food, moon gone here. You come back Friday and then we can work,” he says with a huge smile. “Powerful moon,” he says, now giggling. I was convinced before that Master Poo held some sort of magical powers, now I would bet my life on it. He is beginning to make me question just about everything I know. Then again, maybe it’s just because I am on the moon!