Greetings to all! It’s a pleasure to be given the opportunity to share thoughts and ideas here on this new grand project.
I had often thought long and hard about what experiences or knowledge could be shared about the self realization of being ‘one’ with our ancestral lineage. There are many thought forms and understandings of exactly what it means to have “The Ancestors” as part of our spiritual practices. In this article I’d like to brush along an experience that have helped me weave the Ancestors into an integral part of my working the affairs of spirit.
It was hard at first to understand how I could possible work with long dead individuals who once stood on this earth in my bloodline. The first realization I had was in my early 20’s when my Father and both of my Grandfathers suddenly died within 6 months of each other. It was shortly after this that I began to have an intense dream of swimming in a churning river which flowed endlessly backwards in time.
This river was filled with weapons, artifacts, and clothing all from various time periods. I would have this dream over and over until one night it became lucid and I swam backwards through this river and there around the bend was my father standing tall and grounded in the swirling water. I continued and there were my grandfathers and it continued further and further back with the river widening to accommodate all manner of peoples whom I had never met before yet still I felt an overwhelming feeling of respect for.
I could see their faces and their lives play out before me. What they worked, how they died, who they loved, I saw their children flow forth from their bodies in endless directions forward until I could not bear to look anymore. The song they all seemed to sing was so loud and cacophonous that ground began to shift.
It was then that the river turned red and the world began to slowly spin to the intense beating of a drum which had a deep and primal bass that rung my ears so loudly they could burst at any moment. The red waters flowed and swirled I was washed down stream through twists and bends I thought would never end. Suddenly the dream began to fade to that mighty sound of the drum and I was lifted up out of the river and down below I could see how it twisted and ran for eons in all directions and it was then I realized that this river was my blood, I was witnessing my own ancestral river inside of myself.
Holding this realization I awoke in a haze like state and when I would move my arm I was aware of all of my ancestors moving with me. My heart raced and I could still feel the burning beat of the drum in my ears when a voice spoke in my mind.
“I am my Ancestors.”
This thought will never leave me now and has become an integral part of the way I work with the spirits of this world and the other.
I’ve often been asked “What is the value of working with Ancestors”
For me that answer is easy for they are the only reason I am here. Any gifts that I possess in this world are theirs which they have given to me through their bloodlines. It’s almost as if by looking backwards and acknowledging our roots we allow ourselves to finally drink from an untapped well of spiritual potential that has the ability to make all facets of our lives more in line with our destiny.
I once asked a Christian man if god spoke to him and he replied, “Sometimes”.
The Christian man asked me, “Does God speak to you?”
Without thinking I replied, “My Ancestors speak to me.”
He nodded and continued his meditation and I sat for a long time holding this idea of what the ancestors are when you consider the multitude of individuals who have come before us. If all of them felt, spoke and expressed themselves as one, what would the significance of that be.
I have my own thoughts and feelings on this and welcome any of your own.