Already an genetic combination of Scottish, Irish, English, German, maybe French and possibly other nationalities thrown in for good measure, I guess it didn’t hurt to throw in some Native American roots. What I find, however, is that Anglo mutts like myself – and there are millions of us out there – lack any true history upon which we can rest our hat and honestly say, “This is who I am” – at least on the most superficial level.
I tend to think about things like this, however, on a more cosmic level.
I know the truth about who I am. I am particles of energy held together by a frequency that resonates with love. I am just as much from the Pleiades as I am from the Celts. I am here now, in this third dimension, but a part of who I truly am continues to connect with a part of my soul beyond the veil.
I sat transfixed the other day in front of the television watching a film that I had Tivo’d from the Sundance Channel – Heima, by the Icelandic group Sigur Rós. I saw the beauty of the land, of the people, interpreted through true artists who open themselves up to receive and translate their gifts into sounds I can only call “organic.” After viewing the film, I could not get Iceland out of my head. It was as if by watching the film that ancient memories were downloaded into my being.
All of us have these ancient codes within our core. Some will remain locked away, dormant, for millennia, while others are being tapped with eager resolve to glean wisdom and create possibility for this moment now.
Let us resolve to look deeper, beyond the surface, for the roots that bind us all as beings, human. For once we discover our shared connection, we will awaken from the mist of amnesia and recognize no further need to hate one another, to kill one another. Until then, we are fooling ourselves if we think we are an evolved species.
