Voices of the Past

How our ancestors guide us through periods of personal turmoil

Throughout my life, I have faced many death-defying odds and could never understand the purpose behind such occurrences. My journey has been of struggle, strife, love, confusion, chaos, indifference, creativity, self-expression, peace, storms, judgment, reflection, hope, trials, tribulations, and misunderstanding. For years, I wanted to make sense of the person I was born to become. Reflecting on each stage, I tried to take life with a grain of salt.

The world I grew accustomed to wasn’t the world I prayed for. I sought God for answers as to why I needed to experience so much pain in my life. He answered, but not in the way you would have expected. God’s answer lay in a pool of silence.

Every day, I would visit that pool and listen. I would try my best to find answers to life’s most straightforward questions. “Where is my tribe.” Throughout my life, I have been a part of countless groups ass, associations, and affiliations, only to have them leave me dry and isolated in the process.

I committed my mind, body, and soul to these institutions at the peril of ignorance. I needed clarification on who I could trust and the types of people I belonged with. The journey is still at hand as I seek and search for those who share this common bond. An ancestral bond has led me to the…