A Meditation on Ancestral Wounds Related to Physical and Mental Illness

I am safe and at ease within my body.

I am living in a state of peace and wellbeing within my soul.

Be still my heart.

I now release my physical body into the loving hands of spirit,

to be activated and renewed within the sacred medicine of light.

Be still my mind.

I now release my mental body into the loving hands of spirit,

to be cleansed and quieted within the sacred medicine of light.

Thank you, spirit, for guiding the words and actions of my healers.

I trust that you are working with them and through them for my highest good.

I am in perfect alignment with the medical care that is provided to me.

Every cell, every organ, and every aspect of my being,

is now working together in perfect harmony.

I experience my life with clarity and ease.

I am encouraged along my path.

I know that regardless of the experiences and the outcome of my life,

I am safe, and I am being guided in all ways,

for the light of spirit walks with me and through me.

I am surrounded by a love that is boundless and unconditional,

for the light of spirit nurtures me.

I am now living in this truth and have found contentment within my heart.

I am grateful to my ancestors for assisting me in this healing,

and for giving me the courage to see my way through the darkness.

I now release the ancestral wounds implanted within me, I ask that these seeds be uprooted and removed from my soul and transmuted within the sacred flame of healing.

Let all pain and trauma be purified and released in love.

I am a powerful being, regardless of the condition of my body.

I am deserving of love, regardless of the state of my mind.

There is a divine order to my path, and I trust that all will prevail as it should.

I now let go and trust in the sacred path before me.

I now let go and trust myself.

I honor each step which has been made upon my journey.

I am grateful for this day, and for the breath of this moment,

for with every breath that I take,

I am unfolding the peace within my soul.

Sacred Medicine ( A Poem )

These shiny instruments have no voice.

They do not suffer or bleed.

They are as sharp and unfeeling,

as the one who plays the woeful melody.

Sleeping hollowed vessels,

they know no other tune than that of the player.

But even within the careless hands of hatred,

is the broken, yet unwavering cry for peace and tenderness.

Its bleeding hands extend from the wounds of a scorched Earth.

From its flowing tears, it brings a pure and sacred medicine,

that calls all action to be in a state of calm and stillness.

In this crucial moment, we must silently reflect on our own salvation,

and the inescapable truth of a fragile humanity.