Local spirits, ancestors, beings unknown and unseen, I apologize for my traumatized white ancestors. I apologize for a trauma-oriented culture of taking what doesn’t belong to me, of assuming that I can take what I want, assuming that I know what is best, assuming that my needs take precedence over my neighbors and the land. I beg forgiveness for ignorant people, who don’t know how to breath in the environment, don’t know how to breath with the natural rhythms of the world. I am sickened and saddened by our white history. Egos gone wild and emotions twisted and distorted.
The Native Americans say that as soon as we had to codify our laws, the people were in trouble. Once we depart from a knowing what is virtuous in our hearts and honoring that path of contentment and mutual well-wishing, we are in trouble. Look at our world. We live in a time of dense frequencies. Things are changing, structures are beginning to crumble, the earth cannot sustain our greed and poisoned hearts.
The patriarchy has caused much damage. I am not a fan. White “saviors” have crippled indigenous lineages of wisdom light and compassionate love. And I am very sorry for this. My heart is heavy with these lost lineages of potency and tenderness.
Help me to see where my privilege and distorted cultural upbringing has blinded me. Help me to be curious and open to learn about oppression, grief and terrible knowledge (in digestible amounts). Help me to learn appropriate, inclusive, open, curious giving and receiving, true healing and repair. Help me to undo all the cultural mores and blindspots that I have learned (at an appropriate pace).
May I then start to walk my talk. To skillfully confront people who say, “That’s just the way it is.” We don’t have to lose anymore wisdom traditions. We don’t have to disrespect teachers and wisdom-holding elders any longer. We don’t have to prioritize pleasure over the health of the planet.
May we all wake up to the natural state,