One of the things I have the hardest time disposing of is my belief that someday I'll join my loved ones and ancestors. Perhaps it's because I'm an amateur genealogist. One of my favorite quotes ever is this one from the movie Amistad:
"I will call into the past far back to the beginning of time and beg them to come. At the trial, at the judgment. I will reach back and draw them into me and they must come. For at this moment I am the whole reason they have existed at all."
"I will reach back and draw them into me and they must come. For at this moment I am the whole reason they have existed at all."
That's a tad arrogant, isn't it?
I've been doing geneological research for twenty-five years. And I look upon it as a sort of never-ending, historical archaeological project. Every generation you dig down, you uncover another box of bones. And then another, and another. And they are all laughing at me,wondering why I am going through all that work, and knowing I am going to be just another box of bones, sooner or later!
Miss Mary, I know all too well what you mean.
Always channel your ancestors and ask for their guidance. They are still with us.
I had a dream about a month ago that I had passed on to the other side.
There was a female Native American with reddish brown hair (reddish chocolate colour) and the bluest most hypnotising eyes who greeted me at the entrance of a forest. She said, "We were expecting you." She touched my face and said, "You look just like him. A warrior." She put her arms around me and guided me into the forest where there were a group of Native American elders around what looked like a campfire with blue "flames" coming from it. I was guided to sit closest to senior elder who grabbed my hand to help me sit. The female left back into the forest. He had a stick that looked like it had a cup at the end. He scooped from the blue flame as if it were water. He then offered me to drink it and I did. I was able to see everything my ancestors went through first-hand. The Genesis of my people. It was beautiful. I can't go into full details, but my dream revealed a lot. I will not see the things again that I was allowed to see for a few years more.
After my time with the elders, they all surrounded me, helped me stand up from around the blue flame and hugged me. They started fading and I found myself being guided back to the edge of the forest where I had entered. The female greeter hugged me and told me, "We will meet again. Your home is here when you wake up again." She took three fingers and pressed them on each side of my temples and my forehead. She pushed my head back. I woke up back in my bed.
As a Native American, I'm a firm believer that my ancestors and those I've ever loved who have passed on are forever with me.
They guide me through life either through dreams or instinct.
I am only alive because of their sacrifices and struggles they had to endure to make sure that I survived. I am forever grateful.