The Siren Call Of The Ancestors

Hi,

This is Jenny Braav and the following is a message that was channeled from the ancestors.

I invite you to find a comfortable position and closing your eyes,

Let the words wash over you and land wherever they're meant to.

Can you hear the siren call of the ancestors?

Not the battle cry of the war-weary who embedded struggle into your nervous system,

Rather this.

We sing songs sprinkled with starshine,

Drum rhythms thrumming with oceanic heartbeat.

Whisper with the wind rustling leaves shimmering with dawn light.

This is where you come from,

Where you belong.

The red earth awaits your return.

Sing your heart song dear ones,

Hear the call for home.

Feel life webbing you to all that surrounds you.

Release separation.

Erase the forgetting of those who came before.

Your remembering is the bridge over which we carry gifts to ease the lost one's pain.

To bring them and you back into the fold of when we swam with whales,

Talked to birds,

Listened to the wise counsel of the trees.

Welcome back,

Dear ones.

Welcome back.