Working with Ancestors

I work with Ancestors and Ancients. For me, Ancestors are those that I can connect a living lineage to. Ancients are older and I connect more with mythologies and cosmologies. These Ancients are those that inspired creation story character, mythologies, and, in some cultures considered dieties. I did not seek them out and until they began arriving in my world, en masse in 2014, I had no cultural, intellectual, or spiritual connection to them. Until three years ago, I did not know why they became an active part of my world and a focus of my work.

In October 2013, I began receiving visions directing me to people and places for healing and to answer prayers. One year later, I made myself homeless to follow the visions without incumbrances. I lived in my Mini Cooper, on couches, and the occasional spare room for over five years, criss-crossing the country, going where Diné, Sioux, Cree, Ojibwe, Choctaw, Comanche, Paiute, and Apache Old Ones (and others) sent or asked for me.  

In September 2017, a Navajo cop I met in 2014, sent me a flyer and asked, "What do you feel from this?" Eight days later, I was in the Arizona desert where, instead of bringing home a missing woman, I walked into a sex trafficking network operated by the Sinaloa cartel and Indian gaming.

It was then that it became strikingly clear why these Ancestors (and other Beings) are in my world and why I was made.

I've criss-crossed the continent as They've woven me onto the paths of breathing kin who are struggling with coming into themselves or the medicine way. They send me to heal the grounds that were once their home, to stone that has lost its song and name, and into the dark places to bring the light. It is for them and those they love, that I awaken each day.

Read about the how Ancestors guided me to reunite a Navajo man with his birth mother after he'd been 'adopted' at birth 40 years prior, how Black Elk became part of my world, and how I've been led to places like massacre sites to heal the ground, and release the dead.

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