Summary + Offering + Invitation
In the past few days since I began prying open the flood gates of ancestral memory, I find that I am much more attuned to what is going on in my lower chakras, because this is where the visions and memories seem to be arising from. Usually I would expect vision and memory to appear from within the head space, or the heart. Now I am learning to receive vision and communication from my lower abdomen and stomach, which is known as the center of the dreaming in ancient Mexica traditions where it is called the Nahual. Now I am starting to daydream through my root chakra; when I take walks in nature I connect to the energies of the environment around me through the root chakra, and as I fall asleep, I attune to the dreams that are arising from the lower centers.
My ancestors don't seem to be presenting themselves as distinct figures, except in a few cases. Most of what comes through are sensory memories, usually of going about various manual labor tasks, like farming, cooking, making fires, laying bricks, forging metal, handling of musical instruments, images of an old school house, fields of tall grass, and it is like I am the one doing these things, but merged with the slight overtone of some other individual. I can get ideas about who these people are based what kind of tasks I am doing in these memories. Of course the first memories to surface were like an explosion of suppressed trauma; war, clashing of swords and gunfire and desperation, but after that initial release it hasn't come back as strong. These sensory memories are continuing to emerge more and more, and I don't know where they will lead. I am still developing a sense of what geographical regions my lineage has connections to.
I've had a few ideas about an offering space for connecting with ancestors. I received the idea to create a water offering, where you take a shallow bowl of water (preferably rainwater or water from a natural source), then spit in the water so your DNA is added to it and stir it up ( a bit weird, I know). Once the water has your DNA added to it, pray over the water or do energy work to purify it so it can be a channel for consciousness, then invite the ancestors to utilize this conduit in whatever way works for them. Allow the water to evaporate into the house. I also had a notion about using a chess board, but I don't know what to do with it. After putting the chess board out I had a dream about arranging the chess pieces in a certain way, which I did. The fact that the chess pieces depict old world archetypes is a clue. Also I realized that board games are a key fixture in family life and a way to bring the family together. Maybe something more will happen with this.
Lastly, here is my invitation, which is partially a poem:
Invitation to the Ancestral and Cultural Collectives.
Sunlight fossils of lost memory. Vestige Fragments of lives buried in time. Shades of the old world. Moments still burning faintly, as embers in the fire of the one moment.
Even as your lives have ended, you are still living them, still seeking resolution, as infinite iterations within a single frame that is one person in one lifetime.
Because we are connected we must integrate and move forward together, in order to resolve the weight of all our unsolved perspectives. Brightening the path, up and down the chord that connects us, our genetic timeline.
I ask that the facilitators, the peacemakers, and the cultivators step forward, to be pillars of light for this process that integrates the worlds of the elemental, nature, spirit, and starlight. And let the same be done for each different cultural and community collective that we are plugged into.
I acknowledge that we have always been connected, and now I release my lanterns down the tributary at night, downstream into the past that is our future. My you find what you have been seeking in the candlelight.
My ancestors don't seem to be presenting themselves as distinct figures, except in a few cases. Most of what comes through are sensory memories, usually of going about various manual labor tasks, like farming, cooking, making fires, laying bricks, forging metal, handling of musical instruments, images of an old school house, fields of tall grass, and it is like I am the one doing these things, but merged with the slight overtone of some other individual. I can get ideas about who these people are based what kind of tasks I am doing in these memories. Of course the first memories to surface were like an explosion of suppressed trauma; war, clashing of swords and gunfire and desperation, but after that initial release it hasn't come back as strong. These sensory memories are continuing to emerge more and more, and I don't know where they will lead. I am still developing a sense of what geographical regions my lineage has connections to.
I've had a few ideas about an offering space for connecting with ancestors. I received the idea to create a water offering, where you take a shallow bowl of water (preferably rainwater or water from a natural source), then spit in the water so your DNA is added to it and stir it up ( a bit weird, I know). Once the water has your DNA added to it, pray over the water or do energy work to purify it so it can be a channel for consciousness, then invite the ancestors to utilize this conduit in whatever way works for them. Allow the water to evaporate into the house. I also had a notion about using a chess board, but I don't know what to do with it. After putting the chess board out I had a dream about arranging the chess pieces in a certain way, which I did. The fact that the chess pieces depict old world archetypes is a clue. Also I realized that board games are a key fixture in family life and a way to bring the family together. Maybe something more will happen with this.
Lastly, here is my invitation, which is partially a poem:
Invitation to the Ancestral and Cultural Collectives.
Sunlight fossils of lost memory. Vestige Fragments of lives buried in time. Shades of the old world. Moments still burning faintly, as embers in the fire of the one moment.
Even as your lives have ended, you are still living them, still seeking resolution, as infinite iterations within a single frame that is one person in one lifetime.
Because we are connected we must integrate and move forward together, in order to resolve the weight of all our unsolved perspectives. Brightening the path, up and down the chord that connects us, our genetic timeline.
I ask that the facilitators, the peacemakers, and the cultivators step forward, to be pillars of light for this process that integrates the worlds of the elemental, nature, spirit, and starlight. And let the same be done for each different cultural and community collective that we are plugged into.
I acknowledge that we have always been connected, and now I release my lanterns down the tributary at night, downstream into the past that is our future. My you find what you have been seeking in the candlelight.
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