A Break in Patriarchal Lineage (sold)

The last sludge left in me at Lisa’s departing in raven form belonged to my father and his ancestral lineage. Looking back, I think this was a particular type of toxicity between fathers and their children. Neither the raven nor the Egyptian cats resonated as cleaners of this sludge.

What arrived instead was a wire-haired wild boar. The boar was the animal guide that resonated with my father’s energy. It came into me to collect the black sludge on its body. It was soon overwhelmed. To not allow this animal's farrier of sludge to be overcome, I increased the size of its body to accommodate all the sludge it was absorbing.

It grew many times larger than me and overwhelmed the sludge causing it all to cling to its scruffy skin. All of the remaining black ooze left as it exited my body.

As it wandered away, large chunks of the scree fell to the ground. I felt afraid that the ground would be infected with the toxic sludge, but something else happened entirely.

As the sludge soaked into the ground, sprouts started to grow from the black dirt. The plants had little flowers on them that I knew to be potato plants. As I watched the scene unfold without the barrier of time, I saw the sludge seep into the ground and change the growing potatoes into baby boars that would be born again when dug from the ground.

What felt very real at the time of this vision was that the cycle of life can’t continue without acknowledging the pains of the past. Death is needed for rebirth. Even the most toxic sludge inside me still sprouts beautiful life in a different setting.

The way to heal ourselves in the present time is by healing the wounds of our ancestors.

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