Follow me amidst the graves of your ancestors, whose footprints you walk upon against the fertile earth beneath you with each passing day. Follow me as my voice beckons, calling out to your mother, your father, your grandmothers and grandfathers, their relations and their relations before them.

The earth may carry their bones but their spirits are ever present in every facet of your being. Your anger, your sorrow, your joy, your peace, each emotion permeating every cellular thread from the heavens to the earth. It is between and within those spaces where we have the power to change the past, the present and the future. When you follow me, you follow every footprint. Your first step, your baby step, your seminal imprint in this world is ensconced within a million footprints. If you want to change the world, honor the footprint. Honor the thread that connects you with a million souls before you and a million souls still awaiting their powerful births into this world.

Their stories of creation, their stories of survival, their stories of hope, their stories of love…those stories will not change, nor necessarily those that are predestined. What will shift is the way in which we perceive these stories, the ways in which we carry them in our bodies, the ways in which our cellular threads communicate every syllable through our ancestral genes.

Oh dear child, your ancestors will hear you. Your ancestors will know you differently than they do now. You will even come to know yourself differently. Follow me, amidst the graves of your ancestors. Learn their footprints by name so your own name might be revealed to them by the gods.