Sacred Scribe | March 14 2012

I have always carried with me an ancient memory of a time when I lived in balance and harmony with my world and its people. It’s been more like a “feeling” or a “longing” I’ve held in my heart, for a time and way of living that I somehow knew was sacred, abundant, and harmonious.

It was a world that revered both heaven and earth, and all of daily life revolved around this sacredness.

Children were taught from birth this reverence for earth and sky by the elders -the keepers of ancient memories – and this assured that the flames of wisdom and “right living” would burn on for generations.

Every life, be it plant, animal, or human was honoured for it’s place in the Great Eternal Oneness, for everyone knew about the invisible lines of love and life force that connected all to All.

To not give thanks, or not offer up a prayer of gratitude for the blessings of daily sustenance was considered sacrilege. No gift was too small to go unnoticed, for the web of life beheld every brilliant jewel of the Great Unknown, and when honored in such a way, would illuminate the soul of every living creature, bringing peace, balance and harmony to All.

It was a time of great divinity, before the need of external reminders, the temples, churches, statues, or gods.

All people understood themselves as divine, and equality of all life was the natural order. Each person was bestowed great admiration and paid homage to for their unique and sacred gifts, and those gifts were encouraged, brought forth, supported and celebrated with great pride, for this was divinity shamelessly expressed, as natural and necessary as the flow of breath.

In the hearts of the people, a tangible purity dwelled, and from this dwelling place, like a morning flower gladly surrendering her beauty to the sun, a good world evolved.

These are my memories of home, and it is returning to us. My heart has ached for lifetimes for the sweetness of that time, for that collective purity of heart when we all walked the road of freedom. We are on that journey now. Enough of us have remembered, and we are walking, we are talking, we are gathering, we are grieving, we are purifying, we are changing, and we are purging the great lie of forgetfulness.

Like that morning flower, our hearts are opening to love and beauty, and a good world will once again be birthed from within.

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