Ancestors

A mystic daughter rests in silent communion upon a throne of ossified bone, the enduring earthly remnants of her venerable lineage. She draws up wellsprings of ancient wisdom through calcified channels linking eras forgotten. Surrounded by restless spirits, she breathes life into faded voices echoing forward through her blood’s flow. What glories and griefs these whispering bones could tell if granted tongues again.

She anchors ethereal guidance into physical form while also channeling earthy resonance skyward in reciprocal exchange. Serving as a conduit between worlds, she integrates above and below into sacred wholeness. The galvanic currents of long-dead magi pass through her being, igniting somatic memories and quickening her intuitive nerve. This ageless continuity reveals itself through synchronicity and subtle insight. She perceives reality’s hidden interconnectedness – how past flows seamlessly through present into future in an elegant Mobius course. As twilight casts ocher tones about her seat of power, she knows sunsets rode this same trajectory when bones below her feet still trod the land of the living. She walks in their footsteps.

Her intuition investigates each inbound omen, connecting ephemeral dots into revelatory mandalas. She trusts every external sight and sound may conceal an encoded transmission –mundane masks on mystery’s face. The analytical and magical parts of her mind work in tandem to decipher probable meaning. Is that hawk’s cry merely marking territory or her grandfather’s sly guidance on a pressing dilemma? Both truths coexist. By consciously consulting her ancestral council through active imagination and ritual, she navigates uncertain waters with seasoned confidence. Their collected findings fill her sails with fortuitous winds and course-correcting ballast. United, they form a resilient collaboration steering destiny with clarity and commitment. When storms arise, fear cannot unmoor her.

May her example inspire mindful engagement with those primeval influences who shaped and nurture you still. Ancestry’s voice resonates in each heartbeat, awaiting audience. In sacred dialogue you realise yourself only the latest flowering in an immortal chain of being and becoming, golden links indestructible across illusory barriers of time and identity. You are the inheritor and wayshower of creation’s epic mythology spun onward.