Today is Indigenous Peoples Day in the U.S. In our modern world, it is easy to feel disconnected from our Indigenous ancestors, and to celebrate this day superficially. I remember the first time I had a flash-back to a past-life in which I was a village elder, dancing an ecstatic dance by a bonfire. This happened in a dream following my Reiki attunement, during the year I spent in India. I was amazed at how alive I felt, and how deliberate and meaningful my actions were. I felt everyone's eyes on me, and knew that they trusted me and that I had the power to manifest incredible things. In my current life, I had just turned 30, and wasn't feeling particularly powerful, as a modern woman living in the U.S. Like many modern women, I was subconsciously affected by other life-times, in which I had endured incredible trauma, abuse, pain, and loss. Only years later, through Hypnosis, was I able to heal those wounds. But in that dream, just for a few moments- I was a powerful leader.
Indigenous people had incredible wisdom, and a perspective that most of us have lost. I remember a few years ago, I was starting to get a head-cold. You know the feeling, that first day when your head feels like it will explode, and you know you are about to experience several days of congestion, followed by a runny nose, followed by a cough- the usual. My neighbor had just come back from Peru and told me that she got there "special Tobacco" from the local Shaman. She took a tiny wooden straw, stuck it in my nostril, and blew in it the Tobacco. It burned. She repeated this with the other nostril, and told me to wait a minute, and then run to the bathroom to "blow my nose into the running water". Wow. A bunch of mucus gushed out of my nose (sorry for the gross description), and I immediately felt fine! Not better- fine. I was healed. I never developed the head-cold. This is my personal tiny example of the secrets of the Indigenous people, which in some corners of the world are still a part of day-to-day living. But not here! All the Robitussin in CVS wouldn't have saved me from suffering from that cold.
It is my desire to access more of those secrets, and attain more of that wisdom. My own grandmother is a descendant of Siberian Shamans. My husband's paternal grandparents were descendants of the Inca. My kids have a lot of indigenous blood running through their veins, and I plan to research, to educate myself, to travel, and to connect- so that they (and I) can learn more about the cultures they came from.
Today is a good day to remember the Indigenous people, to honor them, and to celebrate their heritage. There is so much we can gain by being more connected to nature and to our Spiritual identities. Like they were.
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