Narvéč svetá otrokom sliši Slave,
tje bomo našli pot, kjer nje sinovi
si prosti vól'jo vero in postáve.
They are in the wind.
They are in the snow.
They are in the fire.
They ARE the WATER OF LIFE
flowing through our veins.
They hold the fragile timelines of "future" that is being birthed.
They repectfully guard the sacred stories of the past, to never be corroded by the falshood of those who could not bare the Truth spoken.
They are guiding and protectings us.
They are the spirit of Life moving through us..
They deserve and are deserving of out respect, love and gratitude.
As we , day by day, momeny by moment, lesson by lesson,
grow;
to once become
(like) them.
Dear Ancestors :THANK YOU FOR ALL OF IT.
The torch has been passed.
Please help me with your wisdom, stregth, power, truth and Beauty.
And our sacred family tree transdorm in the the magical world
of
Healing
Tree.
Amen.
Narvéč svetá otrokom sliši Slave,
tje bomo našli pot, kjer nje sinovi
si prosti vól'jo vero in postáve.
