The Guardians

And how they are, have been, and always will be protecting us from all harm that comes our way.

As I have said many times:

Build altars to your ancestors!

For as imperfect as they may have been…

They are your bedrock.

and your protection and your protectors

and your direct line to divinity

In Slavic culture, ROD, which can be roughly translated as “lineage,” but it is much more, is central and a tunnel of light connecting you directly to the Source.

And any tradition worthy of its name Will give great respect and a high place to ancestors

I can know for sure for Celtic and Nordic traditions, but there are many and manifold.

And it is not merely about your blood ancestry, though those are to be revered and respected and held in high regard, for you will one day become one of them.

It is also, in a much broader sense, the ancestors of all the lines and lineages your soul has ever belonged to, and don’t even try to make sense of how this works, because you can’t.

Not really, though exploring family trees and traces of various places that your ancestors have touched upon through history is a fun and exciting endeavor.

So why write about this now, today?

Simply: They are needed, and I believe they have been waiting for this time to stand with us and hold us in the light.

Perhaps we are faced with challenges they have not faced, and we need to help them grow too.

But they see, sense, and know things we do not know and can’t, for we are severely limited in this physical form.

So this is a sort of prayer and an invocation of all the lineages and lines and bloodlines and light-lines of LIGHT to come together.

To gather together,

to heal.

To grow.

To expand.

To evolve.

To help, support, and directly guide and protect us as we go through the eye of the needle, the eye of the storm, and the great and grand transformation that has been prophesied in many a prophecy.

I have to thank them for me even being able to write these lines, still breathing, still evolving, still growing, still glowing.

And above all, I have to thank Mary, Divine Mother, Protector of Souls, Queen of Heaven, and my grandmother, who bore her name.

Her prayers are still protecting me.

And I know for certain that Mary, the Mother of God, has saved me from the depths of hell on many occasions and is a constant guide, protection, teacher, confessor, and gentle guardian over my life.

So find your saints, living or on the other side of the veil,

and call in your guides, angels, and spirit helpers.

And all the Holy Ones of all traditions that you feel might be of service and love God and humanity.

And see what happens next.

And move, and jump, and grow, and glow,

and BE all that you came here to BE.

A force of NATURE,

a bolt of lightning,

a firebolt,

a vajra-dorje,

a firebomb,

a meteor,

and the Blessing of the Seashells rising over all the faces of the Goddess.

Happy Navaratri!

Eid Mubarak

Happy Friday, Freya’s day.

And may the week’s end

bring you JOY, EASE, and GLORY.

In the gentlest of ways

possible.