If there is to be an effective opportunity to access reality based life, then maintaining, and honoring, very basic behavioral traditions and spirit rites is paramount. Without authentic, active, living spirit practices operating regularly on, and in, the lives of the people, then we are surely to lose, and lose big time. A contextually accurate relationship with myself, and ourselves, is at stake. The time of recorded human history on planet earth is like a cosmic crossroad. There’s been some kind of spiritual tug of war happening. While the practices and principles of both growth and decay have been on display, throughout culture and kingdom, the balance of each is in question. The question right now is, Where is it at?
Heritage truth is an identity stabilizer. The aged connections which traditionally come down through our cultural and family trees begin and/or end with us. Blurring, blotting, distorting, or eliminating traditional practices, rites, and values is depravation of soul. While not every element of our life experience is about loss, however, a millennial self service trend has landed us in this place terrific displacement, imbalance, and harm. The losses are staggering. Every state has it’s anti state. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The losses that surely appear to be manifesting must have an equitable return in gain… But where? In what way?
I’ve become a reactionary chameleon that assimilates to the perceived flavor of the day. Identity crisis is an insured guarantee for the severed memorial lineage root line, and heritage lost, refugee I am. I’m among the tribe of deceived that have arrived in a culture that has long been taken hostage. Who, however, remains that has access to the body, and ground, of our own life purpose and inheritance? Generations of care, safeguarding the elements of our own pro generation, destiny, and regard in the ground of our existence have slipped through like sand from our hands. Deemphasis, superstition, and deception has geoncided vast demographics of living beings into dementia. We’re deprived of our own reality at the core level, the cellular level that is accessed by the repetition of our true story! By singing the songs of our own lives in the way that it is sung, and knowing that through the caring rites of doing so, allows what’s meant to be to be. with us in our right place apart of it. This is a time of heavy dementia and personality crisis. Not only do we not know the rites, hymns, melodies, practices, and songs of our own; we don’t even know that they exist. Beseech the any, and all, shaman, seer, hearer, and prayer, within and without, to intervene for a moment in the heart of creation. Afford us a moment of truth, and desire to know ourselves. The truth brings freedom. There’s a bountiful beauty of growth to be gained out of this loss.