Shadows of past, trickle in.
Deep suffocating waves of agony.
Ancestral wounds carried on and on.
I want to put it all down, heal it all.
The pain penetrates within my being, still alive.
I long to know each Ancestor, to know their soul essence.
I feel your pain merged with mine.
I wish to know your light.
I hear in the call of the Crow…
"In finding your light, you will come to know ours. Without our pain, your drive to swim to our depths would not be. Our pain is your fire, your fire is your passion, your passion is your heart. We long for you to come into your own light. For when death knocked on our doors child we found our serenity. Let the pain guide you let your light warm you and your sight inward, into the dark lead you home" -Holly Earth Guide -
There is a medicine story that tells of Crow’s fascination with her own shadow. She kept looking at it, scratching it, pecking at it, until her shadow woke up and became alive. Then Crow’s shadow ate her. Crow is Dead Crow now…– Jamie Sams –