Wake, Wake

Yesterday a friend requested Ancestral Soul healing. Despite Fluttering Heart’s (my drum) loose and flat state from the 100% humidity of a South Texas afternoon, she insisted she take part in the ritual amongst the trees.

When I woke this morning, the echoes of her beats bellowed in my third eye as Ancestors joined in and whispered a prayer for my friend:

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Come, come sleeping one

No more dreaming

Rise now, Rise fast

It is time

Wake, wake sleeping one

No more night sky

Rise the sun, vanish monsters with your might

Come, come sleeping one

Now’s the journey

To be the hero

You must finish up the Sky

Wake, wake sleeping one

No more night time

Wake now before the Darkness steals your life

Come, come sleeping one

Hear them calling

Sons and Daughters

Chirp, chirping in the night

Wake, wake sleeping one

See it dawning 

Rise the sun

Rise the light up with your might

Come, come sleeping one

Call your army

Wake now, hear them echo in the Sky