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“As we walk, all of our ancestors walk with us. As we dance, all of our ancestors dance the Sacred Dance. Each step that we place is an important one. All of our relatives are walking with us, speaking through us like the many colours of the rainbow. Listen, and you will hear their steps, their voices, their colours. Listen, and you will hear your spirit calling upon all our relations, and you will feel their energy…”
“May we always keep our feet on Mother Earth, our eyes and minds above the treetops, our spirit with the Great Universal Spirit.”
“And may we always walk with…a sense of humility, kindness, wonder, and respect for all living things as we follow the sacred trail of those who have come before us and those yet to come.”
Although Samhain has come and gone, and those of us who honour and work with the ancestors thought of them and blessed them on that day… please, always remember Armistice Day.
The 11th day of the 11th month at 11 o’clock.
It is another opportunity to remember our honoured and beloved dead, especially those who died trying to make the world a better place for the rest of us to live in.
I always remember the first time a Tommy came to me. It was the last thing I ever expected. I had not been working with the ancestors for very long and I had no idea anyone in my lineage had died in WWI. I should have known there would be someone really. With so many deaths in that terrible war, most people have someone, somewhere, who lost their life.
So after I got over my initial surprise, I traced him to my father’s side of the family. He was my grandfather’s brother and his name was George, though his squad mates called him Georgie. So he was Georgie to me … and still is, bless him. He came one year when there were very few people left who remembered WWI, let alone fought in the conflict, and he was filled with a sadness that I could not even begin to describe. It made me weep the first time I felt it… sometimes, it still does… he was afraid that he and all the others who fell in those four years would be forgotten with so few people left who had a living memory of the fighting. So I decided I would remember him as long as I was on the earthplane.
I told Georgie this, and he was… not happy, but relieved, I think. Who wouldn’t be? No one wants to think a great sacrifice they made was in vain, and that it no longer meant anything to those of us who were left behind, living safely in the world they helped to create.
I thought that was all I had to do… how foolish was I? I assumed I would just be holding Georgie in my heart during the two minutes silence on Armistice Day. I stood and I thought of him, and I was aware that his entire battalion had joined the two of us in the room. It was astonishing, and we all stood together… remembering, honouring… and in my case… crying. The tears were just rolling down my face.
It was a profoundly moving experience to be with those men, and they still come, every year. It’s like welcoming friends back into my life every time… albeit briefly! But they still break my heart, those men … every last one of them.. whenever I think about what they did. It was supposed to be the war to end all wars… and look at us now. We are still squabbling.
If you have a few moments to spare, click on the reference below and hear Carl Sagan talk about this. His words are quite probably some of the most profound words of the 20th century.
And in the meantime… on Saturday… remember all your beloved dead, especially those who lost their lives in a conflict, hoping to make the world a better place for all of us.
Bright Blessings
Gail and Georgiex