I am getting old, too old for this fast paced world. Not that I don't love life and love the path I am on, but with all the new technology getting more and more complicated, I have no desire to join in the madness that takes us further and further away from our natural essence.
I am an old soul, I remember past lives, I have walked with Spirit my entire life and now I find myself in a world filled with scepticism about anything to do with the supernatural. Yet movies and books abound with myths, legends and superheros.
My son sent me a book called "The Way the World Used to Be". it is a compilation of stories gathered by the author, Vine Deloria, over decades. It contains true life accounts of of miraculous cures, unexplainable phemonema and other magical exploits of Medicine People, Shamans and Sorcerers in America. Some of these stories are eye-witness accounts of early missionaries or other white people who dismiss them as trickery of some kind. Why are they so quick to dismiss what they do not understand?
The "miracles cures" come from a deep and profound connection to nature and spirit, something that Indigenous Peoples across the globe understand.
What saddens me is that the author talks about these things as if they only ezisted in the past. There is some truth to that. With the death of our Holy People and controlled genocide, the old ways have been lost, almost. Yet, I have seen miracle cures and other unexplained phenomena with my own eyes and have been both the instrument and the recipient of such things.
Sometimes it was as simple as asking a swarm of black flies to let me pass and the swarm suddenly dividing in two and making a space for me, then coming back together when I passed.
Other times I have brought the rain or stopped it.
I have witness Spirit manifest in front of me as plain as day.
I have done house clearing where demons and dark energies lingered due to drugs, suicide or murder in the dwelling or on the land.
I have helped my Spirit Ancestors to bring healing and resolution to old stories where they were slaughtered and their children taken from them.
I've helped the dying to pass over in a good way.
I have seen my parents after they died...
On the receiving end, I had a Medicine Man heal my broken toe with a wave of his hands and a few prayers. I've had my teachers guide me towards healing of my own ancestral stories, stories that otherwise would have take lifetimes to heal.
But now, it is getting harder to do these things because the Earth is depleted, the Ancestor Spirits have left and the world we used to live in no longer exists, except in a few sacred places here and there.
Humanity has managed to destroy something beautiful and sacred. To be fair, it is part of the bigger picture of a larger cycle.
Ironically, humans have just accelerated their own demise. Humans are transforming and mutating due to technology, changes in lifestyles and diet and changes in the air and water. We once were apes and we will be something else in the future. I am glad I will not be here to find out what that will look like!
I am not being a doomsday prophet here, just telling it as it is from an Indigenous perspective with the history and wisdom of tens of thousands of years to back me up. Prophecies of these times have been handed down for millenium for our people. We just did not know exactly how it would take form.
It is sad in some ways, but inevitable.
So enjoy the time you have here on this planet, take nothing for granted and find where you belong, where you are called to be. And walk in balance and sacredness as much as possible in this crazy mixed up world. Be brave, be strong, sincere and honest in all that you do. Be kind and geneous of spirit, take time to be with nature and animals. Be the best you can be. Be brave, be strong.