Day 25 of the Great Release Challenge!


Honor Those Who Have Gone Before You and the Service of Those Still Living

Day 25 of the Great Release Challenge!
30 Days to an AWESOME New You!

by Silver RavenWolf

Your Mission Today:  Find the stillness within and honor the line that has stretched out before you — all that transpired to create the you that you are today.  Perhaps, for the first time in your life, reach out and grab your heritage — really feel the power, the joy, and the strength of those that have gone before you.  Touch it.  Honor it.

Once and for all — let any bitterness, hatred or unhappiness within yourself float away.  Arise, clean in Spirit and light a white candle for your ancestors.

“Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning.  Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live…forever.”

So Mote It Be.

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14 thoughts on “Day 25 of the Great Release Challenge!”

  1. I had a bid of a cry thinking of those that have gone before me. Its a bitter sweet day my Dad passed away Christmas night 1995 but he’s in a better place no pain and I still feel him close to me. Same with my Mother and and Mother in Law and a couple of my very close Uncles its hard sometimes to think the whole generation is gone but what they have left behind I see when I watch my Grandchildren and my Mom is in the mirror every morning I see alot of her in me more every day.
    Merry Yule Dear Silver and all who meet here.
    Teresa

    1. Teresa! In reflection, we find strength — as you are doing now. Funny, about twenty years ago I started to hear my mother’s and grandmother’s voices — but, only when I was cooking for a holiday meal like Thanksgiving or New Year’s. I was often present when they cooked together as a child for holidays, and at first, the memories were very painful because I loved them so much. Over the years, it became easier to think of them and finally, the last few years I’ve felt like they are right there in the kitchen with me (crowded as it is, lol). Thank you for sharing such wonderful thoughts with us. You are AWESOME!

  2. Ah, The 13th Warrior! One of my favorite movies, and favorite lines in a movie, ever! A few years ago I attended a martial arts class at the metaphysical shop I worked at. The instructor also used those lines in the closing of each class. And when I took my Karuna Reiki training and attunements I was supposed to try to connect with Kwan Yin during a meditation. What I got instead was a woman who pulled aside a curtain/veil and there was a line of tall, blond, tattooed or painted people. She said, with a smile “You come from a long line of a strong people. Why do you insist on standing apart? You are one of us.” I’m not one who ‘sees’ things easily during meditations or attunements or Reiki sessions, so this stuck with me. My father’s family is of mixed descent; French, Irish, Scottish, English (so far as the Mormon geneologists could figure, coming into the US by way of Louisiana with LaFeate(?)) with the surname Crowley/Crolley. A family dispute caused the spelling change. 🙂 My natural mother’s people were German immigrants ending up in Wisconsin. Anyway, fascinating that you should end with that quote.
    Thanks again for the challenge and all you do. Seems I was in the right place at the right time.
    Happy Holidays and Blessed Be to you and yours.
    Jolee

    1. I do love that verse as well, Jolee! It always speaks to me, and sometimes we use it here at the healing circles, particularly when honoring someone’s passing. I loved hearing about your meditation, and of course, the genealogy info left me salivating — my husband and I very much enjoy the rich tapestry of each person’s family history. We could go on about if for hours (as some poor souls on circle night have had to listen to). I’m delighted you are enjoying the challenge! You are AWESOME!

  3. i have come from a very powerful line of stubborn women , and on my fathers side the muck of the earth as they are often refered to *shrugs*. but in the end you cant chosse your family. Although my folks can get in an arguement with me and my bro about watching lifetime movies… you love them you know? Eevry christmas i think about my great anunt Jdy who passed in 95.. the only other female in my family with blonde hair lol. she passed near christmas buying me a dress. But at the same time i think about how she lived, how she lit up christmas and now i strive to do the same. This year my lil bro well not so lil now he’s 15 lol but he told me this was the best christmas he’s ever had.. can you imagine from a teenager?? so even though my mom and i had our usual scuffle b/c i wante dto go home a bit early how selfish of me etc etc .. in the end my brother was happy and all in all this has been an amazing christmas and one my anunt whom im so damn proud to come from can be proud of

  4. I really enjoyed today’s challenge, Silver. I’ve found myself working more and more with my ancestors. I had a hard time at first because, other than the line on my mother’s side a few generations back (my great-great-grandmother was full blooded Cherokee), everyone is southern baptist and quietly (thank Goddess) adamant about me “coming to Jesus and accepting him.” So, I felt kind of odd calling on, well frankly, a bunch of dead family members who are/were pissed about me not following their chosen religion. I have overcome this somewhat because I truly believe that all religions lead to the same positive source and, upon death we discover this and are enlightened until we reincarnate. So I figured, well, they’re dead, so they’ve met Spirit and know that I’m a good person following a legitimate, good path and they’re now ok with it. I got into genealogy a while back but hit a few too many brick walls and kind of just let it be, starting to feel it again though. I have a favorite piece about the ancestors that I really like using when I’m calling them. It’s from one of Yasmine Galenorn’s books (can’t remember which, sorry!) It’s in German (my father’s side is mainly German, guess that’s why I like Pow Wow so much). Anyway, for anyone interested in using it, it goes, ” Du, der Du liebesverloren bist, Komm zuruck zu mir. Von der Welt in Du schreitest In die Welt, in welcher ich liebe Folge meiner Stimme, Komm zuruck an meine seite.” I don’t know how to put accent marks while typing, sorry guys. The English translation she gives is, ” You who art love lost, return to me. From the World in which you walk To the World in which I live, Follow my voice, Return home to my side.” I really liked how it sounded and have used it a lot, with success. Just thought I’d share!

    1. Thanks so much for sharing that, Mason. Very interesting thoughts and I know we are all most appreciative in hearing them. I totally love the genealogy thang. What brick wall did you hit? I loved the quote, too. Very, very moving! You are totally AWESOME!

      1. Well, living family won’t talk too much about our deceased and I can’t find any information on my great-great grandmother (the Native Am.), all I have is a picture of her with my mom a lllooonnnggg time ago. Also, where evryone is buried seems kinda sporadic, like ther’s other people in our family plots (don’t know who they are or how the hell they got there, lol). The furthest back I’ve been able to go is a few generations, which is pretty pathetic for an amateur genealogist.

  5. I lit white candles and sat in silence– remembering those of my line who are gone, and especially in light of the traditions of this day– traditions we used to share, and some of which I have incorporated into my own celebrations.

  6. We had a funeral in the family this past Monday, that I couldn’t attend. It was my uncle (my aunt’s husband, and a very awesome man) in Scotland. We couldn’t afford to go, not to mention not having passports ready yet. Last year we lost a different Aunt. So I spent time thinking on the last time I got to physically spend time with them (the first time I met them in person as well) 15 years ago when I was eighteen years old. It was good memories, and helped me build stronger ties to pride and worth in my family line. Something that has been a struggle most of my life (my mother had raised me apart from the family amid nothing but stories of why my family was horrible, to the point I detested where I came from. After I moved away I’ve gradually gotten in touch with relatives and learned many much more pleasant stories.)

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