Where do I begin to tell my story, my experience? But share I must. I am being nudged to share. I was in a healing session my beloved teacher was guiding us to see a color for the part of our body we were healing. I saw the color it was red, muddy and dark. We continue our meditation. Then our Teacher beloved Christine told us after a sound healing. To be aware and look again at this part of our body which was my right knee. I looked again she told us that maybe this part had transform somehow and maybe the color had turn into a symbol. At first all I saw was the color still there it had gotten brighter and clearer. Then I saw a shape I couldn’t make it out what it was. The shape turned into a tear, a dark tear. Then it turned into many tears. Waves of pain and sorrow wash through me. I found myself walking on a trail with many others. I was walking on the Trail of Tears. Oh the sorrow so many tears. Then a voice spoke to me they told me it was time to let go of this great sorrow that my people had carried for so many years. They told me that I and many others were beginning to let go. It was time for the Cherokee people to release this pain that only holds us back. I saw other groups of people letting go of their stories of pain and sorrow. It is time for us to free our self from the Past to let go of the memories we carry us with. The NOW awaits us the future is bright the best is yet come. In Love We are One The Ancients Ones
