Ancestral Memory
Group Session 02
30-Nov-2007

I led a group of people and also did a meditation of my own. I used a small pot shard, a piece of mesa Indian pottery, I imaged desert chaparral. I envisioned the original pot as sacred in the ordinary daily functionality. I thought it was not used for cooking, but rather to hold ceremonial or medicinal plants or food. I envisioned that it was crafted over rocks and that the inside was darker. I came to feel that silence is sacred and sitting together in silence is a sacred act. All objects in one's life should be sacred objects, so that all of life should be sacred. I envisioned people coming together from many places and sitting together in ceremony, in the profound silence and natural sound. People sitting in a circle with the shine in their eyes. The desert is not a fat land, but it is beautifully majestic.

Several people brought objects to try the method with:
I report their ancestral memory observations:

One young man got a picture from his mother of his uncle. After the meditation, he stated, 'I kept feeling there were two people there, but there is only one in the picture.'; then his mother said, 'Move your thumb.' He then saw the other person in the picture!!! He did not feel peace with these people and felt much negativity. His mother explained the passion-power plays that existed at his uncles house and between the people involved. He got a good lesson in why to carefully choose what space you read psychic impressions from.

One woman brought a picture of her mom and felt love and compassion. She envisioned a graphic symbol that seemed to hold these feelings. Another Woman brought a picture painted in Jamaica by her relative. She felt the vacation-like feeling of getting away and taking time to do art. Both of these women did not have very deep images, but felt good after doing their journeys.

Another woman brought her grandmother's necklace. She had many impressions and was brought back to a time when she was a little girl. She experienced being with her grandmother when she was little and sitting on her grandmother's lap. She perceived the room, the colors, the afghan, the surroundings from her past and a very vivid and direct way, as if from the eyes of a child.