I will try to keep this short, but no promises.
A little backstory: I've always had an interest in native heritage of the Americas. Deep down I always struggled with what we were taught in school. I knew it wasn't that simple, I felt beneath those words that there was more to the story. But I clung to the beautiful and spiritual ceremonies and beliefs of these cultures through the years; what I could read about them. I clung to the idea of them, without experiencing them. And I always thought, somewhere in the world, they still do this. These ways are still revered and practiced.
In the course of researching for this novel, which in itself is a gift to me, in its very nature, by aiding in my awakening, I began to meditate on tribal customs and beliefs. Prophecies. Sacred sites. And I envisioned a character, a woman from the 1600s who had a vision of her own. And as I wrote it, and felt it, and imagined it, I felt the need to witness a ritual, a ceremony. And I searched. And searched. And researched. And then the truth hit me like a punch in the face, or worse. I thought to myself, "these are such beautiful ideas, of showing reverence for our Earth mother, the elements, gratitude, respect and dignity, living in peace..." I wanted to experience it somewhere. In my naïveté, I had hoped to find a place to go and talk with or listen to elders and see one of these ceremonies; sit in a sweat lodge. The truth hurts, when you allow yourself to feel it. Why can't we find these sacred sites and ceremonies? Because we, as a people, obliterated them, in our conquest of greed, dominion, industry, ownership, and so on. The glorious westward expansion we learned about in schools here. And I wept. I literally wept and felt my heartbreak for brothers and sisters that I'd never met and never would. I finally let it in. Many of us are taught to ignore these facts, these atrocities of humanity. Or we just choose not to let the reality in. We choose simple, robotic bliss...be part of the machine. Work, consume, vacation, and die. Day after day. The hamster wheel. So with this remembering of our truth, this part of our story, not oft-enough told, I was furious. Yet I felt a calling to continue awakening and to share this vision, that we still have a chance to hold on to some of these sacred sites. To reconnect to the sacred, in general. All hope is not lost, while the knowledge is still alive, while so many of us seek to breathe new life into these ideas.
And we feel it. I know, and you know, that so many feel it. This wave, this sweeping feeling of a higher consciousness. A connection beyond understanding in our minds. A growing commonality of intuition, acceptance of the unexplainable, reunions with spirit. The Self. The need to question, to investigate and make our own conclusions. Not to take things for granted, not to be a drone, solely informed by mainstream media and the like. But if we silence it all, look inside, listen inside, then we can see. Really see. We can remember what we are here to remember. And it's an important time to remember and to connect to yourself.
And what we, as a species, have done to our Earth is atrocious. This is part of waking up, for me anyway. Everyone has their own journey to take, their own purpose on this earth. I am not political and I am more spiritual than I am religious, to be sure. I like to have a broader view. My vision for humanity transcends politics and religion and I feel this in a lot of people I meet, as well. A sense of oneness that comes after introspection, realizations, letting go of past hurts, fears, and narrow views of the human experience.
I had a lovely dream last night, maybe fueled by the incessant narrative in my mind about native culture. Maybe not. But I was at an indigenous ceremony, and there were authentic elders who were fighting, in spirit and with all their hearts to spread the same message that I had written. Sure enough, as I do some digging on the Internet, I find Chief Arvol Looking Horse and World Peace and Prayer Day. I cried a little, as a wave of hope washed over me. I'm not alone, we're not alone, in this idea. I think it's an inherent and obvious truth in many of us, and it sounds so familiar... because it has to. Because it's time to come together. Because so many of us feel it, simultaneously, and with good reason.
There have been waves of counterculture and the like before. Perhaps we can call it Hippie 2.0, but it's so much deeper than that. Today, in this time, we have the ideals and vision of these leaders from a generation ago, with the lightning fast speed of the Internet. And the waves have begun. We are waking up. Disasters and atrocities around the world continue, and we are becoming more sensitive to them, more aware. We can't keep our heads in the sand anymore.
A change is coming. Participate. In your own way, whatever that is. That's for you to discover as you dig deeper.
Love and blessings XO