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Ancestral energy lives in the stars above us, the stones beneath us. Their memory gathers in oceans, rivers and seas. It hums its silent wisdom within the body of every tree.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Open (What the Mountain Told Me)

Take a breath and feel me beneath you. Feel the rough and smooth skin of me holding and supporting you as we reach up to the skies, like trees, roots in the earth and arms reaching eternally toward the wonder… reaching up and outward when the heart of you lies within and below. Take a breath and follow me. I will show you how.


Open to the starlight, to the history of our ancestry shining above us. Open to the glittering mirrors reflecting the great unknown mystery we carry within, beneath the surface. We are all children of stardust, descending over eons, travelers through space who fall as light falls against absence into ether, into body. Light falls and life falls into brilliant darkness. A jewel in the sky, the star reminds us that even heavenly beings die, shift and transform.

Open to transformation, to the echoing footfall of the two-legged and four-legged Spirits walking among us. The beings who made way, like river opening to delta, for our bodies to take in breath and be here. We are one, but not without the millions who came before. The stars above us knew our ancestors. The earth beneath us knows our names.

Open to the Ancestral Spirits of the trees that flourished into forest and fell in the woods, whose bodies nourished the ground, built our homes, and feed our fires. Our ancestors lived in the bones of their ancestors. They were and are felled for our survival and the time has come. Return to the trees. Return to their stewardship and honor their dead.

Open to the voices of the living trees around you and remember that they are a-live beings, too. Open to the power within you to wake change beneath your feet.

Awaken yourself to the well of mysteries that lives within you- that glimmer of dust that glows at twilight. Follow the blood to the Source and re-member that the way to the Ancestors lives within you. You are the way-point of all the mothers and fathers who have come before you. You are the doorway. The ancestral fire burns behind the eyes of every person you meet. It fuels your path.

Wake up and remember.

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