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I Believe in Bloodlines

3/18/2017

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​I spend much of my spiritual life among people who value bloodlines, the rights and gifts that follow them.  I don’t share their lineage, but I do share the value they place on this.
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Through my mother’s family I was named a dreamer, but the truth is that many in her family did not need to be asleep to “see.”  I’ve already told you that mama saw spirits.   Angels came.  I’ve told you already about the night she and I hid from drunk men. 

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Oklahoma was a dry state then, but we lived on the Red River and it was Saturday night.  Those men came back across the line, drunk and looking for trouble.  There were no neighbors and no phones, just me, mama, and the baby.  Mama was scared – until she saw the angels.  I think if those men had tried to cross the yard – well, they wouldn’t have made it far.  But, I have already told you this.  
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 I’ve told you papa was a man of power.  I told you of what happened to men who tried to harm him.  Even though he did not always do the right thing, something fierce and loyal protected him.  He also knew things that were hidden.  He packed us up before the tree fell.  A spirit who never aged showed up as a man more than once. 

Often people do not understand men like my father or women like my mother, and, in fact, think them as a bit crazy.  Sometimes this arrogance amuses me, the condescension of better dressed and moneyed people toward those more powerful than they can understand.    

As I heard the stories of my father’s father and his mother, I came to understand that, just as in my mother’s family, these gifts are generational.  While my mother’s might have been a little more gentle than my father’s, both were emphatically present for as far back as I can reach.

I dream, sometimes about different dimensions, about the creation of thingness, including you and me.  In the longhouse, I see little waves splashing across the floor.  Light rolls along the walls sometimes.  At other times, it breaks in shards from wall to floor.  I don’t see auras as some people do, but I sometimes see something attached to a person, or a kind of coating around someone that never seems to go away.  Often, I can see a hidden truth like my father did.  Unlike him, I usually keep this too myself. 

So, why am I talking about this?  I do not always know why I write what I do, but today this is pushing at me: I believe in bloodlines, yours as well as mine. 
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So, let's end here.  For those who do not know much about your family line, I encourage you to explore.  See what wants to show up; see what happens in your dreams.  

​Join me.   Become a little crazy.    
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