Ancestral Rage, Collective Pain, and the Strong Roots that weather big storms

One might think it might be easier to deal with current events without the connection to our ancestors, especially if they have been suffering for hundreds of years. When justice is medicine, it’s revolution or extinction.

Sure, it might seem easier if we didn’t have to feel this rage, if we were not tasked with healing our bloodlines and overthrowing corporate fascism. Then we could numb ourselves to the gravity of the situation with some form of escapism, and absolve ourselves of all guilt of apathy and mindlessness. No, we could not do that for that would be a degradation to powerless victimhood.

Instead, we gather the strength and resilience from our roots, like tree trunks for boot straps, running deep into the Earth. We are rooted by the stone wisdom accumulated over the millennia. We are nurtured by the thunder and rain. And as we root ourselves deep, deeper, we feel the ghosts of our bloodline’s past. Mistakes made. Evolution achieved. The never ending story of how I was made.

As the flames and floodwater remind us of broken trust, the conquistadors wage war against the indigenous, and I feel the bitter hate within my soul. Tears and blood stain the haunted red dirt with mass graves and desecrated temples.

No, I will not let this go. Hell no, I shall not forget. I demand justice. Not just for the past, but more importantly, for the future. They offer us band-aids for bleeding chest wounds and tell us to be grateful. But we are not naive. Not anymore, at least.

The truth? A demonic illness consumed my ancestors, white men with white power, and oh the unspeakable things they did to my ancestors, the Taino, the Filipino, the African. O the people of Hawai’i.

I feel the war within me.

Sit with me and cry. How powerful are you, warrior? Are you strong enough to cry? Come, and sit. Let’s cry together.

I see you, Peaceful Warrior. It takes great courage to offer peace as your enemy raises his sword.

I see you, Medicine Person. It takes wisdom to die knowing death is just a lie.

I see you, Lover of Love. It takes faith, hope, and trust to create sparks of light out of the pitch dark of night.

I know you are tired. I feel your pain. Rest, heal, and know that you are not alone. Your careful words are not in vain. Your effort is witnessed by all of Heaven. Your ancestors would be proud.

With the support of our roots and all our relations, to the fortitude of our Lion hearts, the nature of Love as all that is –Justice, Peace, and Harmony, we shall prevail.

We shall prevail.

We are victorious.

Unity Consciousness, Social Justice, and My Moral Standards

It’s been a while since I’ve addressed the public, mostly because I need the space. I’ve been looking at my social media presence, noticing the dynamics which are now shifting into healthier more productive and interdependent spaces. I deleted all but my YouTube and LinkedIn accounts, but I will return to social media one day.

Some of the arguments made against my online presence was that I was causing division. It’s an interesting response to a call for social justice, being backed by spiritual principles, but ultimately founded in white supremacy. It’s astounding how New Age culture is aligned with the same patriarchal system it claims to oppose.

People of color are always welcome to white spaces, as long as one doesn’t point out social injustice or make others aware of their unconscious support of white supremacy. These whistle-blowers are shunned for being in victim mentality and causing division. When the oppressed are not only not heard, but silenced and shamed, that tends to feel kind of neo-nazi-ish. You know?

I’ve heard many New Age arguments that use spiritual talking points like “change starts within,” to defend white supremacy instead of actually standing on that very principle to look within the self and recognize the thought forms and behaviors that uphold white supremacy.

Cultural appropriation is an obvious one. How about commercial ambitions, making big profits on the sickness of others?

One of my favorite Ayahuasca curanderos went from charging $150 per ceremony to $5,000+. Of course, it included luxurious room, board, and food, so some say it is justified. The problem is that most Latin Americans cannot afford this. Ayahuasca is an indigenous medicine from Latin America. This practitioner has exploited the medicine, abandoned their people, and now only serves the privileged.

“Ikaika, you’re being judgmental and blocking abundance.”

Yes, I’m making judgments. The judgement of said judgment is also a judgment. LOL.

So how about rapists and murderers? Should we not judge them? Why is it wrong to judge capitalists who exploit the oppressed but totally fine to judge rapists and murderers? Could it be because some violations or sins are obviously wrong and others widely acceptable?

I’m not trying impose my sense of morality on others. I’m not in judgment of people who manifest abundance (albeit in a crooked economic system). I’m saying there are real problems which need resolution if we are going to manifest a world of peace and harmony. Instead of defending ones position and denying the complaints of others, I wish practitioners would stop a take a good look at themselves.

Unity consciousness without social and economic justice is just white supremacy in sheep’s clothing.

The “New Earth” will not be built on white supremacy, and until the New Age community makes that shift, there will be dissonance between the New Agers and the revolution for social justice.

Props to those holding the space in both circles.

My intention is not to divide. It is imperative that we come together, but not unconsciously. We can’t preach unity consciousness and then turn around and appropriate culture. We can’t say we care about the whole of humanity and then continue to build on the foundations of oppression. Those of us doing the work of decolonizing can differentiate a genuine apology from a defensive argument.

If you’re preaching unity consciousness, please do the work of decolonizing your mind. That means unraveling internalized power structures, unlearning white-superiority, and denouncing privileges that keep others in poverty. AND MUCH MORE!

That being said, let’s talk about unity consciousness. For real.

I think the most important thing is for us to be able to come to the table with an open heart and listen. To stop defending ourselves and really listen, especially when it feels like we are being unfairly accused. We need the courage to ask if our responses, especially when they are passionate, might be covering up deeper, more painful truths.

We should examine our language and ask ourselves how we can speak to each other in more efficient ways. Political correctness is good common ground, but it can also be a hinderance. We can’t expect people to learn political correctness if we aren’t allowing them to speak from the space they truly are.

While it’s necessary to hold others accountable, this should be balanced with acknowledging progress. If all we do is call out impurity, people not only don’t want to try, many go out of their way to be offensive. If we offered a child negative criticism to the exclusion of praise and acceptance, the child would become the very thing we criticized them for.

We need to listen deeply to which words are helpful and which are harmful, and when. We need the wisdom to know which conversations are worth our energy, and which should be ignored. We need to honor ourselves, even when preachy bloggers push us towards their agenda.

Haha. *laughs at Self*

I know we are all tired of the bullshit. Division won’t magically disappear by imagining unity. We have to build those bridges from the inside, to really look at how we might be contributing to the mess, make those shifts, and be willing to learn.

We don’t have to wait until we are healed to start taking action. We honestly don’t have time for that. We have to heal ourselves and the world at the same time. If you understand metaphysics, you know that’s how it works. Everything happens simultaneously.

These words are for me to live by. I am creating my own moral standard, one which I will spend my life trying (and failing) to live up to. It’s important that we allow ourselves and each other to be imperfect humans. This is the space in which we grow.

I don’t have time to revise this blog. So here it is, raw and unedited.

Blessings of clarity, grace, and deep inner peace ❤

Decolonizing Spirituality

I went to a school for neo-shamanism because I didn’t have access to medicine from my own lineage. I learned a lot of techniques that work, but I also learned things that were not congruent with my natural instincts or the ways of my ancestors. This can be damaging because neo-shamanism is essentially white shamanism. This means that the culture is taken and interpreted through a Western lens.

The problem with that is that Western ideas are not always sustainable, reverent, or even accurate. Western civilization has brought us to the brink of extinction. It poses its definition of sacred as superior to others, its sense of progress, its sense of “what is right.” So when people of color show up to these circles, they either get white-washed or they stand up for their lineage and get reprimanded and shamed for speaking up. This is why decolonizing spirituality is important.

Cultural appropriation hurts people of color.

That being said, the medicine I bring through my bloodlines and from past/other lives isn’t really aligned with any institutions. It comes from my roots and the convictions of my heart. It comes from the wisdom of past experiences. It comes from Creator.

I don’t believe that a certificate makes a medicine person. I believe medicine people are born with very challenging lives. They are initiated through great trauma(s), and every time they conquer another obstacle, they create medicine to share. This is experiential learning that accumulates in wisdom and humility. Creator chooses these people, not humans. Sometimes I wonder if these shamanic schools do more damage than good…. but who am I to say?

To be clear, I am grateful for my teachers and all the valuable lessons I have learned. I’m grateful for the beautiful people I’ve met. I bless the path I’ve walked and that others may be walking now. I’m letting this go now. I let my heart light the road and my soul lead the way. I pray for guidance….


Blessings of clarity, peace, and joy. 💙

Poem: Father Geronimo

Daughter, to you I write this medicine song.

 

The world you know is crumbling

Our great grandfathers thundering

I pray, Usen, let the rain fall

Like tears down her pretty face.

 

Your roots are strong

You will not die

Your wings, like Eagle

Meant to fly.

Daughter, I feel you suffering.

 

The four winds change

The sacred wheel turns

Great knowledge and wisdom

Every medicine man must learn.

Daughter, I am proud of you.

 

The love you feel

And pain you heal

Balance and discipline

Heavy news from Raven.

Daughter, this is medicine.

 

You have outgrown this cage

They cannot hold you back

Now that your heart is filled with rage

Like Apache warrior under attack.

Daughter, I know. I know.

 

I want to be your father again

I want to try again

Draw back your bow, my daughter

Draw ink for your pen.

 

I am here

I have always been

I will stay with you

Until the end.

 

You will see

My sweet daughter

 

This is medicine.