Return of the Ancestors

But doesn't it seem so real?  Isn't it so easy to forget with all of those important things that pull us off the path, out of our deep intention to remember what is real?  Remember the dream.....

The first few days of the gathering took place on a field at Sedona High School.....the Condor Dancers opened with a beautiful and dream-like presentation.  These kind of things manage to take me into that otherworld, if I don't already happen to be there, reminding me of this worlds fabrication of phenomenon.  What is real?  What is time?  Who are we really, and what are we really doing here?

I was a volunteer at the event, with an agreement to work two of the days, and from what the event director shared, this group of condor dancers came from such a remote region that the messenger bringing the invitation to attend the gathering had to travel up a mountain on a donkey and wasn't even heard from for three weeks.  The invitation needed to be deeply considered, prayed over, and intended upon~~and in the meantime to even obtain a visa, plane tickets needed to be purchased.  So, after the invitation was accepted, and plane tickets were purchased, everyone then waited upon officials to approve their visas.  Thankfully, they were approved.

Something that was mentioned several times by many of the elders was a world without borders....where all people were able to travel freely.....and although this was not the first time I had heard of this, it was the first time I had a full vision and feeling of existing in that world.  The astonishing simplicity of a world where all people travel freely on Mother Earth, without needing permission from government officials, without old paradigm ideas of separation and fear.  Would there really be masses trying to flood the borders of the US?  I know everyone has been sold on the American Dream, but there are many who have been able to see the shadow side of excessive materialism and elements of the American nightmare of pharma/agri/corporate rule, the loss of soul and original thought, loss of connection to the earth.  Opening all borders at this time would probably result in chaos since the collective consciousness still resides in a place of fear and separation for the most part.  Are we really returning to a place of connection and peace?  A place where our spirituality connects us with the Mother Earth, rather than separates us from Her and looks are Her only as something to use and conquer for our needs, rather that love, support, sustain and learn from?

One the second day of the gathering I felt my feet touching the earth, like hands on a drum, as the Lakota led a peace pipe ceremony.  It was more than symbolic, more than a simple ceremony, it was the dawning of a new age~~ as hundreds gathered in widening circles around the elders, drums rumbled and singers sang songs in their native tongues........  at a certain point a large group of us began to dance in a large circle surrounding everyone, traveling around and around, on the periphery of the happening......the group from Peru was playing their music now and the sound of it reminded me of Celtic music.....and with my mainly Welsh, and also Irish, Russian, Spanish, etc. bloodline, this was sparking something as many of us began to spontaneously dance in small circles at that point, spinning each other around, catching the next person in the crook of our elbow, spinning on to the next.  I could almost see the fairies dancing with us.  From this a few people began to form a bridge with their arms and had us run underneath, and after coming out the other side, becoming the next link of the bridge.  After going through several times, and after the music died down, I looked to my left to see that Grandmother/Elder Marguerite had joined us, smiling and laughing in the game.  

The day before she had stood up to address the crowd, after many men had spoken about the feminine energy, how the feminine energy was becoming the predominant energy on the planet, how the poles were shifting (the irony that mainly men were speaking about the feminine was not lost on most of the people there!), she stood up and in a booming voice, followed closely by the english translator, proceeded to thank all of the men, all of the beautiful messages, but, in a nutshell, none of them would be there without a woman, thank you very much.  This was met by loud applause~ her confidence and playful and outspoken ways were infectious, and it made me even more aware of how it really is time for the women to stand in their wisdom, in their power, in their authentic goddess self.