The Call

And the day came when they knew the only course of action was to protect the sacred places, the portals, the avenues through the veil, the power centers. With heavy heart and determination fraught with grief, they set about capping the sacred wells, the groves, the guideposts to the liminal. The landscape roiled, preserving the stories, harboring the sentries, waiting…

We all carry ancient memory and wisdom in our Mitochondrial DNA. Like a homing device it lies in wait within our very cells. Waiting to be activated, waiting for the call, waiting for the time. The time is now. For those of us who hear the call, who feel the voice, who carry the seeds of ancient memory, story, wisdom, the time is now. Let the weaving begin…

The material and the quantum, the liminal and the tangible, life is the dance between the two. 

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