#ancestorspeak

[evilpawnjewelry]

Every birthday I carry a little amber in my pocket or in my bundle but this birthday I decked myself out in as much as I could pile on. Not just because it was a New Moon, not just because I was born on a New Moon, but because a full circle must be marked with amplified ancestor medicine. I have always been a believer of many layered forms of what this life is and one of those is the scienctific version of reincarnation. There is more to it than just this but this is a part of the whole for me. I have lived before in the DNA of all of the people I have come from. This is why so many people claim to be related to someone famous, like Cleopatra, because she had many descendants. One living child can equal thousands of descendants a few centuries later. Through your children you live again but even if you do not have children your DNA is living within cousins, within distant cousins; in far away places, in far different perspectives. Amber is not only a way to recall past life memories but it brings about those memories of our ancestors stored deep within our DNA coding. There is a way to pull it and somewhat all of it. This can only be done with the organic gem energy of amber. Is it any wonder that when we recall memories and when we recall dreams their frame is the same. That hazy frame that looks as if it is the same distance away. Recall is among one of the most powerful and empowering of feats. So on my name day this year, I was not only acknowledging a full circle, but I was acknowledging another year of lessons to learn and store within the golden chamber of lives. • *There are several more posts about Amber in the Gallery. You must dig but there are quite a few. • #Amber #Lore #metaphysical #gold #metaphysicalproperties #earth #organicgem #amberLore #epj #nameday #ancestormedicine #ancestorSpeak #reincarnate #become #becomeagain #earthmedicine #NewMoon #amberRing #ambernecklace #ambercuff #ambermidi

[evilpawnjewelry]

Last week I was working late into a morning. Going to sleep at 1:30am on a day that is known as St Patrick's Day. Sleep found me quickly and my dream brought me to my living room. As I sat on my living room floor I look at an Elder standing a few feet from me. I know him in this life but will not go into that now. He pointed to my right so I turn to look. A large snake the size of a smaller anaconda sat with his head up. He looked like a Carpet Python, black with yellow edging, but much larger. As he slithers to go past me I don't allow it. I have two cats and my aunt's small Chihuahua was in the house. He did not seem hungry but it is not a good idea let let a snake this large around meal sized family members. I came up behind him and held his mouth shut. I would never hurt an animal and I was trying not to hurt him. I did have to drag him outside and let him free... I sit back down and the Elder pointed again. I look and what is now a door was the screen door that was there when we moved into this house. The screen was open around its edging where it came away from its seal and the snake looked in and let himself in like he lived here. The same moment my beloved cats and aunt's chihuahua came down the stairs. I could not let this snake pass in fear his animal instinct would set in and go for one of my babies. So I come up behind him and closed his mouth. Some of his teeth popped out of the sides and I got pricked. I started to panic and the Elder said, 'He is not venomous.' Then his skin was very wet his whole body was releasing water. I started to panic again and the Elder said, 'This is not venom.' The snake began to get smaller and smaller. He was liquefying in my hands. As I sit in a pool of liquid I was now holding a snake that was the side of a one year old ball python. I took him outside and opened my hand. He was the size of a worm. The Elder handed me a gardening spade and said 'You must open him.' I yelled, 'I am NOT killing him! I don't even know what is happening!' The Elder said, 'He wants to give you what is inside. You are not killing him. He has a message for you.' I stopped crying and just looked at him in my hand. His life. What was he? The the Elder said to me something I used to say to a few of my young friends who were sad about their changing bodies during pregnancy. He said, 'You must destroy to create.' So I took the spade and struck him. He shattered like a clay pot and inside there was an egg. I took the egg and planted it in my yard like a seed. I rung my wet hair over its burial to water it. I looked at the Elder and he pointed to my back. I turned around and my yard was covered with black snakes with yellow edging. Just like the one before. They were growing out of the ground and standing on their tails like sunflowers. I went into the field and they parted as I passed them making a path. I sat down in their center and they began to tell me stories of old. Stories I already knew that had been told to me when I was young. And they all whispered, 'What is the use if you don't write it down.' Then they repeatedly whispered in a chanting song, 'Write it down... write it down... write it down...' As I leave myself and hop behind a bird's eye; flying away from my body and the center of the yard. I watch flying further and further up; circling the yard of snakes singing their sweet song.