What I am here for.

Beloved,

I have spent the last week at Kripalu Yoga and Retreat Center on the land currently known to most as Stockbridge, Massachusets, answering the call to gather with fellow sacred artists, healers and practitioners, originally from around the world: Brazil, Zimbabwe, Carib, the Deep South, Wales, England, Japan. India. Egypt. More.

We gathered here in the spirit of the Mystery Way, not really knowing what we were walking into together. We have sat together while Ancestors have started to reveal to us a larger purpose:

Honor the Land.

Honor the Original People of this Land.

Honor and heal your Lineages.

Last night while circling, one of the women here shared that she was told by a local Mohawk-Mohican elder, that women from their nation have been coming onto this land: the land they have stewarded many generations, and have been praying for the healing of the Ancestors. More and more started to make sense to me, as to why I was brought here. As we continue learning more about each other and about this place, more clarity continues coming through.

And then more questions and listening follows.

In a western mind, we are so used to holding and having understanding before we enter a space of relation: with new work, with each other. We want to understand the rules of collaboration before we meet each other; and some of that makes sense. Order is important, but it is overly emphasized in western culture obsessed with beurocracy which is a blown out form of distorted patriarchy, to order what we barely understand.

First, we have to listen.

There is also value to having structure (because it can become so unwieldy with the mystery/feminine presence out of balance that the masculine has no space to provide order) when we are at the beginning of a call to something we are drawn toward.

But/and so much structure is imposed without the deep listening that can act as a superhighway for the creation of structure. The listening and the formation of structure can then dance together in and with the community that is co-creating with them.

I woke up from a dream yesterday with words of clarity from my guiding Ancestors that wouldn’t have arrived if I had tried to write them before I got here. Before it was time.

These words are about Why I am here (written at Kripalu):

I am here to help illuminate and weave the divination of what our ancestors are up to together. I am in service to the Ancestors’ needs and requests; and to anyone who wants to learn to better work with and serve the ancestors who come forward in their work, in their dreams, visions and in their bodies with particular gifts, requests and guidance.

I am not here to coddle or hold a lot of preciousness around egos and attachments to what comes through, as it is the divine right of all to know the ancestors bodies who walk in us. I am here to hold fierce love for what needs to be recovered and remembered through us, to help us See, decipher and understand what guides us – from an ancestral perspective and the wisdom of the San/Bushman people who initiated me to stand in the remembrance of Africa that is locked in the womb of all lineages, waiting for its day.

When you are ready to remember AFRICA.

When you are ready for us, I am here.

Love,
Gogo

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This is to say that we keep refining as we go and as we meet each other on the journey of healing.

We do and we will continue to trade the wisdom of lineages with each other through the archive of the body. Through what the body is moved to offer.

But first, in order to trade lineages, we have to know them.

Which brings us back to listening.

We all have medicine to bring to each other that leads us deeper into our paths. Thank you in advance for the ways you will help deepen mine and for the ways you have already.

Let’s keep walking.