Have you ever wondered about our spiritual ancestors
who they are?
I have often questioned who they are
They are invisible to the naked eye
What did they see?
Have we seen the same things?
I think yes, we have
I believe we are our ancestors
When I am quiet and still
I can hear the earth in places I have never been
I can feel the earth from a past life
so therefore I feel it is possible we are our ancestors
we are recycled versions of past experiences
I have felt the wounding
and seen blood that was spilt over hundreds of years ago
My heart aches to see this blood wash over the earth
like a red river of pain,
so many lives taken,
and for what?
Is my ghost haunting those ancient lands?
Does my soul roam the earth at night
lamenting the loss?
Falling to my knees
I pick up the ancient soil
breathing love upon it
and asking for forgiveness
from the atrocities that have been heaped upon it
We can all do this collectively
the healing will be felt deep,
deep in the heart of the earth
Our healing light of loving intention
is cast upon the earth, and it travels,
journeys deep into the very heart of the mother
I let her cradle me in her loving embrace
of lush green meadows and wild flowers
the rushing river and the mighty mountains
I shed healing tears
and my tears mingle and flow with the blood
that was shed lifetimes before
I weep until the blood runs clear
I feel the ancient soil breathe easier
I feel my heart beating easier
within my breast
I feel I have turned an ancient hatred into an unconditional love
I believe we can all do this
just hold the intent and carry it through
It will carry you through to many places
Where do you want to travel?
Follow your heart
it leads you where you are needed
A time for global and personal healing
time to take it out
and turn things around
The earth calls to us
listen to the call in the stillness of the night
Know that you do not need to physically visit these places,
unless you feel called to do so.
You can just as easily journey in your minds eye
straight through the sacred gateway of your heart
It will always lead you onward
Trust
And in that trusting
move like the ancient winds
upon the soil of the mother
be the whispering healing voice of
our ancestors