We’ve Been Ancestors Before, We will Be Ancestors Again
My work is not to make my Ancestors proud– It is to assure my Descendants live well.
A Mother knows this.
We are very busy looking backward, applying healing balm to the dead.
I assure you–they’re fine. They left their bodies and personalities in the grave.
Their spirits, immediately freed of the curses of epigenetics, ancestry, history.
History is for the dead. Why hang out there except to understand our present.
This moment right here? This skin, these aching feet, this sorrowful heart, this bright song, this joyful word, this morning filled to overflowing with gratitude. This is ours to be with. Ours to heal.
What hubris, believing we can change the lives of the dead.
Change your own life
Change the circumstances for the Descendants, that they may live.
We ignore our own pain, our own children, our own current mounting crises, to look backward.
I beg you, look forward.
The Descendants are feeding you now, with honor and offerings, your favorite cake, a sliver of something shiny and rare. They are blessing your name. They are thanking you for their lives. They are healing. They are counting among those blessings the epigenetic joy, softness, ferocity, brilliance, creativity, and love that descended from you, through your lines.
We’ve been Ancestors before
Old souls washed upon life’s shore
We’ll be Ancestors again
Not long from now, when this life ends
We bless forward and backward, downline and upline.
We give thanks. We give honor, blessing, lifeforce.
And if there’s healing to be done, heal thyself.
Let the bodies of the dead rest in their graves.
Their spirits are long gone–and re-incarnated here in new bodies…perhaps a stranger across the world, perhaps your lover, coworker, friend or enemy.
The Godsoul was never in need of healing.
It was the persona–the temporary accoutrement worn to disguise oneself as only human, to contain oneself inside social norms like war and poverty, genocide, slavery, colonialism, the burning time, the priesthood, wealth and poverty, servitude and master, governor and governed.
You, too, are nothing less than a shimmering, omniscient holy being, cloaked in the trappings and indoctrinations, abuses and rewards for compliance of this time and place. Heal YOURSELF,
Your prayers, your offerings–candle flame, incense, water, food, life-force–
Taken by the Godsouls of the now-living.