Knalyi & Daniel
TESTICLES
The \"Spiritwomon\" frees a young male from \"certain\" hell. This is a true story. I know both parties... I believe in non-judgmental loving and therefore I share this with those who struggle....
` In the west part of the city there exists a community of small black
churches, nursing homes, home-run daycares, small businesses and many
hardworking individuals. There is an underground network where certain
services are available. It is it's own well-kept secret and movement within
that circle is risky. `

I know a healer/intuitive named Knalyi. By day she is a nurse, working with
the elderly at a convalescent home. She dresses in native African-American
fashion- donning colorful dresses that swish, long-beaded dreadlocks and heavy
cuff jewelry. Her green/gold eyes add to the mystique and her sensuality. When
evening falls she is "Spiritwomon" - counseling, laying on of hands and
performing "procedures."

About six months ago, a friend of mine sent a young man to Knalyi for some
"counseling". He is about 27, slender black male, with learning disabilities.
His dilemma revolved around his inability to cope with the fact that he was
gay. His struggle came about because the church he attended preached against
that lifestyle with fire and brimstone and the certainty of going to hell.
Daniel is a gentle soul, with child-like innocence that charms the hardest of
hearts.

Daniel revealed his pain and shame to Knalyi, who listened with compassion as
she held his hand in hers. "Help me," he pleaded. Knalyi could do no less than
cry for this boy...and offered him a solution.

"Daniel,there is a way to remain pure and gain your place in the kingdom," she
softly said to him. "Miss Ni, I just want to go to heaven." Daniel wept. "I am
here. I am Spiritwomon,no?" she stated. "Yes, you are." he replied.

"You can attain a holy status, Daniel, if I take away your desire to do things
that keep you from the light." she offered. "I will cut out that which keeps
you from attaining the kingdom,"she went on. "Tell me, Miss Knalyi." he
pleaded. Knayli looked at him seriously. "Daniel, if I cut off your testicles,
you won't feel the temptation to do what is shaming you." "You will always be
you, but enlightened." Daniel's hands went straight to his crotch as if to
protect them. "I will not hurt you, Daniel and no one has to know. Your secret
is safe with me and your spirit will again soar," she plyed him. "Ok" he said
timidly. A time was set in the evening for the following week.

In the meantime,Knalyi had pilfered pads, medication, and other tools of the
trade from the convalescent home. She felt they owed her anyway, for all the
"extras" she had given the residents.

The week passed and Daniel rang the buzzer to her third-floor victorian
apartment. She answered him in a dazzling pink and gold get-up. They sat and
prayed together. Her Rwandan chanting filling the room, lulling Daniel into
acquiesence.

They walked to the basement where upon what was a ping-pong table,was now an
operating theatre. The laundry cart acted as a tray for her many instruments,
needles and other accoutrements.

She gently urged him to lie back onto the blanketed, padded table. Soft
chanting from a tape played for Daniel. She offered him some valium to relax
his nervous body. She turned around as he stripped and donned a pilfered
hospital gown.

She eased him into the restfulness by running her fingers along his cheeks and
hair. Knalyi injected his groin area with the proper anethestic. Covered in
scrubs and using the laundry tub to prepare for the operation, she blessed him
and offered a prayer to the deity of "opening the path.". She blessed the
scalpel as Daniel lay awaiting his resurrection.

Knalyi cut with the precision of a trained surgical nurse and removed the
testicles, preserving them in a nearby chosen jar. She cut away the sac for
the smoothest presentation she could give him. He only cried out once, at the
initial cut. Not sure he would heal. With love, she sutured him and curled
around his head soothing him with words of encouragement and sucure. "You are
loved Daniel, now love yourself, you are free and pure."

She waited two hours before she called his friend, Pilar to pick him up,
checking his blood pressure, his sutures, and providing pain-killers (also
pilfered) for the next few days and instructions on the healing process.
Daniel kissed her on the cheek and walked up the stairs to the waiting Pilar.
"You are Daniel, free from the lion's den", she whispered to him.

Epilogue: Daniel spent almost 2 months in the mental ward at the state
hospital. He had a breakdown. Knalyi lives with this guilt, and has moved on
to NY. The friend who recommended Daniel to Knalyi has told me that he came up
to her to say, "Miss B, I'm not gay anymore." A part of me thinks she knows
what Knayli did, but at this point, I have no words to back that up.  

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