Children Gather Round The Fire

Children gather round the fire

The grandmothers have a story to tell

It is neither fantasy nor fiction

Though others, who have long forgotten, would have you believe so.

It frightens them to believe their suffering has been for naught.

You see children,

There is a great council of elders waiting for you to arrive at their doorstep.

Go to them

Go knock upon their door

They are not hard to find

And are waiting to lend you a hand

Their wisdom awaits

Every question you possess

Every solution you seek

Lies within every bone, stone, tree, and waterway upon this earth

This is where the elders live

This beauty

This natural beauty adorning this planet

This infinite source of power and wisdom

(that so may take for granted)

Are the living breathing elders awaiting your arrival.

Be not afraid

Go

Go knock on their door

Be not in a hurry as you journey

Immerse yourself into the beauty that surrounds you

Sit a spell

Let the spirit world feed your soul the way God intended

Go, let them fill your cup

Drink in the wisdom of old

That you might own the prophecy

That you might reclaim your birthright

That you might remember, down to the bone, that you are a holy and precious child of Creation

Of an all-encompassing, ever-loving Creator, who has not, nor will ever, abandoned his beloved children.

It is in you remembering

In your willingness to sit at the feet of the wise council of elders, who invite you to dissolve not only your own suffering but the suffering of all who walk this planet;

Young and old,

Born and yet to be born,

This is no small task

But a great undertaking,

One that you have been created for.

There is a genie (or two) who sits upon your shoulder, in your pant or breast pocket, or perhaps rides upon the lace of your shoe

This genie remembers your genius

For they arrived alongside you on the day you were born and are vowed to be your lifelong companion

It is this genie's task to help you remember

Call upon them

Ask them, “wish for the Nile” (if you will)

Don't make them to fail

Help them to help you

Put out your hand in invitation

Ask dear one,

Say “won't you tell me what was never meant to be forgotten?

Won't you show me the way to the wisdom of old

The wisdom in my bones?"

If you are sincere in your request

If you are authentic and open hearted

They will take your hand and help you to completely lose your mind,

Lose your mind so that you might once again see, hear, know, and understand the language of the little people.

Everything you wonder

Everything you need to know will be yours.

Every answer will come to you through song, dance, vision, feeling, sound, art, poetry....

There are so many ways the sound might come through to you.

It is designed to be uniquely aligned to your own way of understanding

It shall be holy and perfect and good

And arrive in full force through your purposeful and heart-lead invitation,

Through your sacred willingness to surrender all resistance to stepping into the well of truth that was created with intent

That you might continue to become ALL you ever have needed, or will ever need,

All will come to you through your commitment to both your own genius and your own blessed genie.

If you never lost access to your gifts,

Your genie shall ensure they remain intact.

Blessed are you that you never suffered such loss.

If you fell into the lonely abyss of blind silence as so many do,

It is your genie's call and mutually held responsibility to aide you in finding your way beck to reclaiming that which has been lost and forgotten.

In this relationship with your genie, you are sure to find your way back home,

Safe, sound, and unafraid,

With arsenal intact

That your memory is neither threatened or robbed of you.

There is power in your remembering

There is universal truth and wisdom that lives and breathes within you.

It was never meant to live solely outside of you;

In the forest of trees, along the bank of the river, the shore of the ocean, or up high upon the mountain top...

Hear me Dear One,

and believe me when I say

You possess a similar wisdom, genius, and knowing all your own.

It is meant to be accessed

It is meant to be shared

This gift of healing unto your self, ripples forth unto your community

It is meant to be claimed and reclaimed over and again

It is your gift of healing unto this world.

The grandmothers say, "gather round, sit a spell. There is something you need to remember.”

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