My tribe is a nation filled with souls who come to this earth from the World of Truth on a unique mission. The nature of the mission has been passed from the elders of my tribe, the women and the men, in every generation.
Our names carry us on our mission. Our names represent the qualities and strengths of the generation of ancestors who came before: Lion of God, Bear, Wolf, Bird, Rose, Grace, Gratitude, Beauty, Son of my Right Arm, She Shall Sing, Sunrise, Oak, My Heart, Blessed and many more.
Ritual runs strong in my tribe. We have rituals with water: sacred bathing cleanses more than the body. The ancient Sacred Fire of Peace passed from generation to generation of women lights up our homes renewing body and spirit. We know the seasons of the Earth and in times of old we brought our offerings to the altar of our sacred Temple where the Spirit of the One rested for all the people of the world to comprehend and see. The incense burned in the days of old to sweeten our lives. The people of my tribe yearn still for the ancient ways to heal the world.
My tribe dances and sings, celebrating the gifts from All-That-Is, Was, and Always-Will-Be. Our cycles dance with and bless the sun and the moon, honoring every season in its time. We celebrate joy in its season. We surely acknowledge the need to grieve and mourn loss in its time. We have a tradition of comfort for those who experience loss.
When it is time for a soul to leave this world to return on its journey to the World of Truth, we honor the empty shell that housed the soul spark. It is treated with tenderness, cleansed, wrapped, and returned to the earth with love.
Even when we take the life of an animal to eat, we honor its life force as we return its blood to the earth. We honor our sacred land by letting the earth go fallow once every seven years.
Each new moon is celebrated as a time of renewal. The life cycles and coming of age are honored even as we honor our ancestor’s contract on our behalf with The One. The new moon is for the nation, but it was a gift given to the women.
Our women’s stories are hidden at first glance. Yet a sincere seeker will find truth revealed. Know this: there is pain in the stories and there is no man to rescue. Even if there is a man partner, the woman must find her own way, her own power, and her own voice. Be clear: these stories are not myths. They are beyond legend yet they are rich with symbolism and metaphor. The stories of our women are beyond this dimension. They are written beyond time. As our heritage, the stories guide us in our own journey of power. Just as electricity existed before mankind discovered it, the power of the women of my tribe has existed in hidden and mystical ways. All through history, this power had to be rediscovered and reclaimed in each generation and within each individual woman.
My nation, my tribe, is facing a grave test. The time has come for each woman of my nation, to rise up and stand in righteous power—to overcome the Trickster who says the ways of our nation are worthless or extinct. The time has come to stand true, even when it is not comfortable and the initiation seems impossible.
Your soul will soar even with the smallest effort. Now is a time of choice.
In her own perfect timing, when a Jewish woman steps into the way of her tribe, previously hidden paths open to her. These can only appear because her commitment to the journey begins the process of unlocking the secrets. There will be trials. The trials build one to become a stronger vessel for carrying the Light to which we have been entrusted.
The effect is nothing short of a world redemption that will have a cosmic impact—a global shift in consciousness.
Peace will reign.