Ancient Memories 

I have always carried with me an ancient memory of a time when we lived in balance and harmony with the world and its people. It’s more like a feeling or a longing I’ve held in my heart, for a time and way of living that I somehow knew was sacred, abundant, and harmonious. It was a world that revered both Nature and Spirit, and all of daily life was centered within this sacredness.


Children were taught from birth this reverence for earth and sky by the elders, the keepers of ancient memories, and this assured that the flames of wisdom and right living would burn on for generations.


Every life, be it plant, animal, insect, or human was honored for its place in nature, for everyone knew about the invisible lines of love and life force that connected all to All.


To not give thanks, or not offer up a prayer of gratitude for the blessings of daily sustenance was considered sacrilege.


The Gift of Life

No gift was too small to go unnoticed, for the web of life beheld every brilliant jewel of the Great Unknown, and when respected in such a way, would illuminate every living creature, bringing peace, balance and harmony to all.


It was a time of great divinity, before the need of external reminders; the temples, churches, statues, or false gods.  People understood themselves as divine, as nature itself, and equality of all life was the natural order.


Each person was bestowed with immense support and paid homage to for their unique gifts, and those gifts were encouraged, brought forth, and celebrated with much humility, for this was pure nature shamelessly expressed, as natural and necessary as the flow of breath.

The Return

In the hearts of the people, a tangible purity dwelled, and from this dwelling place, like a morning flower gladly surrendering her beauty to the sun, a good world evolved.


These are my memories of another time, and we are returning, but with much higher frequencies on the planet to work with. And while my heart has ached for the sweetness of that time, for that collective purity of heart when we all walked the road of freedom, it’s pretty clear that we are on that journey now but with so much more available to us as we expand into the full range of our multi-dimensional selves.



Many of us are remembering, and we are walking, we are talking, we are gathering, we are grieving, we are purifying, we are changing, and we are waking up from the dark spell of mass hypnosis.


Like the morning flower, our hearts are opening to the grace of truth, beauty and harmony, and a good world will once again be birthed from within.


(written January 2010)