Before I ever traveled to Guinea (I'm working on the assumption that everyone reading this knows that I have traveled several times to Guinea, West Africa since I've blabbed about it enough in the past, and even if you didn't, now you do

The week before I was leave for my first trip to Guinea for an intensive three week percussion workshop with my teacher, Mamady Keïta, I developed a horrible problem in my neck and shoulder. Here I was, about to go to this very intensive drumming workshop, and I could barely lift my arm. I went to the chiropractor four times, with little benefit. When we got to Guinea and went to Mamady’s compound outside of Conakry, the capital, I was understandably pretty overwhelmed simply from the culture shock (I had never before been to any third world country). And I was also still in pain and not sure that I would be able to do any drumming at all while I was there. We had not been there long when I noticed Mamady’s brother, Moussa Keïta, who I recognized from Beth’s pictures and descriptions and from his role in the incredible documentary of Mamady’s return to his home village after 26 years called Djembefola (a remarkable film, soon to be re-released on DVD). I can’t imagine that he recognized me, though. Nonetheless, I walked right over to me. We exchanged no words. He stepped behind me and proceeded to press hard with one or two fingers on a spot just below my shoulder blade. There was one moment of brief sensation (I can’t really call it pain), and then he walked away. It took me several moments to realize that the pain in my neck and shoulder had completely disappeared. More remarkably, I discovered that I complete range of motion. And that was my welcome to Africa.
I must say, I did find that the “spirit world” was more alive there, though I can’t really explain what I mean by that in any way that would make any sense. It was particularly intense at night. Beth warned me that I wasn’t likely to sleep much, and that was certainly true. I barely closed my eyes the entire time I was there. I won’t try to describe my experiences lying there in the heat, with the great silent world pressing around me.
Several people (including Mamady himself) described to me how they have spirit guides that they consult with about every facet of their lives. The word that they have for these (for lack of a better word) beings roughly translates to “the little people.” Listening to these descriptions, and with my own awareness heightened, I began to see previous experiences that I had had in a different light.
I have often felt guided into certain paths. One particular episode was particularly intense (to the point of having me question my own sanity). I come from a family of lawyers. My mother is a retired judge. My father is a criminal defense attorney. My grandfather was one of the best know criminal defense lawyers in NY. My sister is an attorney, and my two step-brothers, my uncle, and my late cousin. Growing up, it was largely assumed that I would go in that direction as well. But once I went off to college, I became more and more disillusioned with “the system” and I very much became the family rebel. I worked in low paying administrative jobs and traveled to see the Grateful Dead. Gradually over time, the parental pressure to go to law school fade and disappeared. However, as my 20s were drawing to a close, an odd thing began happening. I began hearing voices in my head. To be honest, at first I was not very focused on how strange that was. I was too angry with what the voices were saying. “You need to go to law school” was the upshot. “That is where you can do the most good in the world.” “You need to be inside the system to change the system.” And, of course, the ubiquitous “It is your destiny.” This went on very a period of some months. I held great debates with these voices in my head, pedantically listing out all the reason why I would never take that path. Over time, it did occur to me how very odd this the whole thing was, but it continued unabated. Finally, I ran out of answers, and capitulated. The voices immediately disappeared, and have never returned, at least in quite so lucid and intelligible form.
I’ll never forget the look on my mother’s face when I told her I had decided to go to law school. It took another 3 years before I was actually able to make it happen, but once the decision was made, I stubbornly persevered through every obstacle. And since then the spirits have led me step by step to where I am today, against all the odds, with my own civil rights and employment discrimination practice, using the gifts that I have in the very best way that I can make a positive difference in the world.