Standing Rock Meets American History Just In Time For Thanksgiving

If it ain't one thing, it's another.

Just when I thought the election bonanza relinquished me of it's numerous triggering moments, I was left stuck on a trigger that I logically refused to quit. Back in 2005, I had the honor of attending a gathering conjuring the ancestral Spirits of the Lakota Sioux in the sacred, but desecrated, golden Black Hills of South Dakota.  As he lead our ceremony then, consecrated by the black clouds moved by the windy breath of Spirit on a calm sunny cloudless day, today Chief Arvol Looking Horse stands with the Elders to protect the most sacred, our connection to life.   

Though I've been emotionally clear of the numerous catalytic events sprouting as we close 2-0-1-6-, the numerological number nine (9) year of closure, the most recent events of the Dakota Access Pipeline protests, reminiscent of our violent histories consisting of colonial versus indigenous peoples, left me asking where is Spirit to protect those that have been chosen to protect.   

Just as my ancestors have the Cow to represent the nourishing aspect of the divine feminine, and the Egyptians have Hathor whose calf horns protect us from the burning Sun who was saddened by the state of humanity, the Lakota hold the traditions of the sacred White Buffalo Calf Woman. To build that common ancestral connection, is to connect the neural pathways that spark that intuitive connection relating in all of our stories. Our heritages, our cultural beliefs, are all meant to preserve  humanity for coming generations. 

Feeling hopeless with militia looking planet scavengers facing weaponless groups of historically oppressed peoples who have been minimized or written-out of our history books, the fiery passion of anger flared within me with a sense of lack of security for the future generations. In complete sensory overload contemplating the latest violent eruption and ongoing nighttime violations of almost every code of war, I asked the Divine how I may best serve those protecting the element of purity, the great natural cleanser that washes our body and baptizes our soul. Though the psychic battle cries were heard, visions of drums heart-beating from the center of Standing Rock were shown, not just echoing into the nearby camp, but throughout the world as we all share, break, and purge the pain of these catalytic moments.   

Why this horrendous act of repetitive history? For the world to remember human histories that have been distorted and embellished from our minds, from our memory cells, from our DNA. Not to return the dying world of manipulative colonial greed with the same bullets of fear, but to recognize that we need to hold our own vibration. Fighting fire with fire only creates a lineage, as our business dealings with the Middle East have continually shown us. 

As my ancestral India has shown the world how the power of human spirit collectively can overthrow an empire, so our human spirit, our true self and its connection to all, needs to be realized. Here I sit requesting the blessings of the White Buffalo Calf Woman to show me how to assist her, to assist those that protect our memories to our original harmonious way of life. Under her veil, I realized our Spirit is providing much more than what we can imagine, as Spirit wakes up in each and every one of us.

As we protect, learn, love, and grow from the lessons we learn from our history, the future will prevail. 

That is my prayer to Grandmother Spirit.