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Whispers From My Great Gran To An Indigo Child
Hear me through the harkening of time my Indigo child
Your strands upon your Crown of Glory I give unto you, ordained long ago from the portal of the ski
You are like a flower in a harvest field, nourishing the embedded roots as they grow wild
Tell the world of our lineage that we walk among the winds which echoes the wishes, hopes, and inspirations of Kings and Queens
The Stars, the Sun, and the Moon, shall be your guide, to give you the secrets of the universe in the subconscious of your ancestral dreams
The oath, I bequeathed you by the generation of our blood
It is blessed and anointed from the antenna of Allah to bless you with the cosmic clandestine oaths of humanity from above
The orb in your hand is to be utilized as a guardian over the ill, the weary, the hopeless
Give spiritual amity to the inhaling and exhaling, to the dying in the throes before death, as their lifespan expires after slow labored breaths
These words shall be your mantras inscribed upon your naked scrolls
Know they are warranted unto mankind as of old
Let your words be the window to life’s eyes
From your deliverance from out the womb to your first cry
You were birthed to channel all things good given from the light
Held up to the Heavens, sanctified at the stroke of midnight
By the rite of passage to uprise, and uplift souls in our generational demise
You are the soul I keep
The messenger of our Creator to the lost and wandering sheep
In the midst of your journey, uphold your truth and may it never be in vain
Your umbrella is within your heart, it shall give you shelter from strife as life pours stinging rain
Go and multiply as in Heaven, to the Earth, and bow when you bless the elements found in the Sea
Know the ancestors’ cradles you far, wide, and deep
And carry us in your spirit, our sacred love we offer will always set the intellect free
No more chains shall block your mind
No more ropes shall stifle your hands, your feet, hold your head high and walk your journey and flow as the sands of time
Take this incantation as it becomes the creed as you sleep and awaken
My Indio Child these are our values, our lessons taught and will never be forsaken
Unto another it can never be taken
Go in peace
Walk in faith
Your strands upon your Crown of Glory I give unto you, ordained long ago from the portal of the ski
You are like a flower in a harvest field, nourishing the embedded roots as they grow wild
Tell the world of our lineage that we walk among the winds which echoes the wishes, hopes, and inspirations of Kings and Queens
The Stars, the Sun, and the Moon, shall be your guide, to give you the secrets of the universe in the subconscious of your ancestral dreams
The oath, I bequeathed you by the generation of our blood
It is blessed and anointed from the antenna of Allah to bless you with the cosmic clandestine oaths of humanity from above
The orb in your hand is to be utilized as a guardian over the ill, the weary, the hopeless
Give spiritual amity to the inhaling and exhaling, to the dying in the throes before death, as their lifespan expires after slow labored breaths
These words shall be your mantras inscribed upon your naked scrolls
Know they are warranted unto mankind as of old
Let your words be the window to life’s eyes
From your deliverance from out the womb to your first cry
You were birthed to channel all things good given from the light
Held up to the Heavens, sanctified at the stroke of midnight
By the rite of passage to uprise, and uplift souls in our generational demise
You are the soul I keep
The messenger of our Creator to the lost and wandering sheep
In the midst of your journey, uphold your truth and may it never be in vain
Your umbrella is within your heart, it shall give you shelter from strife as life pours stinging rain
Go and multiply as in Heaven, to the Earth, and bow when you bless the elements found in the Sea
Know the ancestors’ cradles you far, wide, and deep
And carry us in your spirit, our sacred love we offer will always set the intellect free
No more chains shall block your mind
No more ropes shall stifle your hands, your feet, hold your head high and walk your journey and flow as the sands of time
Take this incantation as it becomes the creed as you sleep and awaken
My Indio Child these are our values, our lessons taught and will never be forsaken
Unto another it can never be taken
Go in peace
Walk in faith
Published 14th Dec 2023
Author's Note
I had a dream about my great-gran last night and I had to hop out the bed, to try and remember her words, they were mumbled in her dialect, which is Swahili what I could understand I tried to follow up with an incantation and give her praise through her words. I miss you great gran, then I called my gran to make sure she was okay, what a powerful dream, I tell you.
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