In the Elemental Cosmology of the Dagara people of Burkina Faso, Central West Africa, as brought to the west by Diviner, Elder and Author Malidoma Some, 2017 is a Fire Year. Fire is the original element of origin and the state to which everything ultimately returns. It is the gateway to the Other World, precedes Water, Nature, Mineral and Earth, and is inside each of them. Fire is about dreaming, passion, keeping our connection to the ancestors, and keeping our spirit and visions alive. If we attune to and partner with it, the energy of this Fire Year can help us deepen our relationships with our original self and vision, as well as with others, earth and the Other World. It can help us remember, renew and actualize what we came into This World to be and do. – Allen Page, Intuitive, Trance Channel, Dagara-inspired Mineral Gatekeeper and Kontomble Voice Diviner; Transformational Guidance, Messages & Teachings; Inspiring people to live their innate wisdom, gifts and purpose. [email protected]
The fire is out of control; blazing, burning brick buildings. The earth, parched from the lack of the mother’s loving rain, catches the flames like a greedy addict. People are running, panic stricken. A man runs by me, without breaking stride he leans down, scooping a crying child to his chest. In slow motion I turn back to my left, my hair moving from the hot wind that this wild fire gives off.
A hot sun has come to earth. Prayers are singing in my head; whispers overlapping themselves as I begin to weep, my face still upturned, tears as hot as the blaze in front of me dripping off my jaw and chin. “Lord, beings of the greatest, save our souls.”
Gasping for air I awaken on my back, neck brace forcing me not to turn my head. My back arches from the echoing of this earthquake of a dream, tears running down both sides of my face. I lay in my sweat for long moments, hearing my breath in my ears, my pounding heart beginning to slow. Prayers sing through my head, “Save us great ones.” “Show us how to be.”
Grunting, I swivel into a sitting position. The light of an early morning greets me. Hanging my head, as best as one can with a neck brace on, I continue to weep.
This place is dying, I know not what to do. The people are suffering, I know not what to do. I am one of a handful of earth curator’s, my place is here amongst the people. Prayers sing through my body. “Great ones, you who know how to do this, you who come whenever we call. Great ones, hear, see, and help. Our world, your creation, the heart center for 12 other Gods is making its move. May we remember how to be.”
Moving slowly, I make my way into the bathroom. Cool running water soothes my hot face, comforts the tears of my ancestors and my dreams. I look up into the mirror, the image of myself looking back. The emerald green of my eyes are alight with a fire. My dream and the dream of the people, of the ancestors, of the heavens, sing from the light of my eyes. I weep. I am proof that life is still on fire. ~ Amaya Victoria
My dear friends, I am privileged to bring to you a voice of a very dear friend of mine, Allen Page. Allen and I have known each other for close to 10 years. We met at a Gay and Lesbian Healing Circle in Los Angeles. From there we struck up something deeper than a friendship, a connection that is not influenced by time, distance or circumstance. Allen is a very special man, and a very powerful elder. Not only that, Allen has a vision and concept about community that I find spot on. The paragraph that Allen wrote, which begins this blog, was born out of a long phone conversation. In this conversation we spoke of many things including eldering, eldership and teaching the adults, so that our children may survive.
In a council circle many moons ago, amidst great discussion, a question began to arise for me. “How shall we, what shall we teach our children?” I find that this question continues to pose itself in my life almost daily. To me this is a signal that we are in great and important times, for our children are our future, and the future cannot flourish without being fed, and directed.
I am driving downtown. Sarah, five years old, is looking out of the passenger window. I notice a homeless man sitting on a piece of cardboard, so does Sarah. Turning to me she asks, “Mommy, why is that man sitting on the sidewalk?” I say, as if we are talking about the price of eggs, “He is homeless.” Silence, for many moments, then, “Homeless? What does that mean? Do you mean he has no mommy to go home to, no one gives him balloons and birthday presents? He has no Christmas? No one loves him?” My daughter is weeping, her heart is breaking. I realize in that moment how jaded I have become; how right she is in her perplexity. Sarah has no relating place to what I have gotten used to as being ‘normal.’
In her eyes, her knowing, the fact that this man had no warmth, no protection, no shelter was an atrocity. Fast forward 21 years, a lifetime ago my youngest child wept over another being alone and without.
Here we stand now, on the precipice of great change. This change is facilitating an awaking; bringing us to our senses. Like my child so many years ago, so many of us stand stunned, unable to tolerate such separation, isolation and destitution.
When I go to spirit to ‘discuss’ the doings politically in this world I am brushed aside. Spirit is not interested in discussing ‘politics’ with me. No, they talk to me about the magic in all of this; the greatness of this transitory time. They speak to me, saying it is to be expected given the movement of the God head, as the 12th and 13th realities are formed.
It is early July, and I am sitting with my elder. I have come to her because I am entangled with fear. I do not know where I should live, when, if at all, I should move, or what to do with my ministry. My elder asks to speak to, ‘my people.’ “What, who?” I ask. “Your people” she says, “You do channel, right?”
Right, I do. She addresses my ‘people’, getting their feedback about my above questions.
As she is conversing with them, a message is presented to her about the coming times. “There comes a time now, as the veils lift that there will be a great impact. This impact will be the heavens and earth colliding.” My elder states, “I see it as a fine stitching together.” My ‘people’ respond, “First a great impact. Then after this impact, like a good tailor the edges will be brought together and stitched well into place.”
We have lived through the years of the great unwinding. Fire is like a tailor tearing open a seam that was badly stitched or to old to hold together the fabric.
Let this fire lead you. It is time to ask yourselves the following questions. Where am I in right relation with/to spirit? Where am I in right relation with the earth? Where am I in right relation with the ancestors, including our galactic elders? Where am I in right relations with myself and others? This year of fire will open the doors seamlessly between our middle and upper worlds.
As your questions are answered you will know what to teach our children.
“The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them.”