ancestors and angels

 

we are an ever spiraling wave, waking up to ourselves only to fall asleep again. hopefully, eventually, stretching out wakefulness into spaciousness, into vision, into care. some days when i get quiet and savor the flavors of light that shine in angles and prisms across the sky i hear the whispering wisdom of lifetimes gone by. on the wind my hair moves and my skin feels alive, caressed by something ancient and sensual. 


i breathe and i listen. i breathe and i remember. i breathe and i know the past even as i feel the future. 


they speak in other languages. the language of sensation holds stories of lifetimes beneath my skin. the ancients whisper through my dna, electric currents of past lives pumping into this reality. ancient wisdom vying for attention asking me every day to listen, listen. listen. don't turn away. 


yet the distractions are strong, the gadgets and too do lists and chaos of a crying dying lying world leaving us overwhelmed and incapacitated and wanting to check out. so we go dull with consumption, we forget to listen. and when we forget to tune it we don't know the resonance, the frequency, the alchemy of our own healing because we're not plugged in or turned on. 

i breathe and i listen. i breathe and i remember. i breathe and i know the past even as i feel the future. 

dive deeper the voices say. to the inside of the inside. we are with you and we won't lead you astray. what's the difference between ancestors and angels anyway? this blood is your blood, these wings are your wings but to know how to fly you must learn from where they grow.

spiral inward child.

feel the pulse at the source, the power that lives here in skin and blood and bone, a whole landscape of discovery. a map to self mastery. the temple of this time around. the temple with runes in the cathedrals. organs drumming rhythms of wisdom. prayers embedded in networks of neurons. magic sparkling between synapses. you are a miracle in motion. 

live in the temple. pray in the temple. stay in the temple. it keeps you close to earth. each time you lean to far toward technology or distraction you lose your passion your fire fades because your body falls to the background as you leave temple time and land in this conflicted constricted reality. to change the path you must root back into your past and grow a new way. grow a new way. grow a new way. 

i breathe and i listen. i breathe and i remember. i breathe and i know the past even as i face the future.