In the heart of the eternal Universe, where time and space create a sacred dance, a vast tapestry is woven with the threads of all life, lands, animals, plants, nations, persons, and souls.
Upon that eternity, the echo sorrowful rhythm persists - the rhythm of Israel and Palestine, of a land and its people entangled in an endless cycle of conflict. This rhythm, embedded deep within the shared soul of humanity, resonates with the mournful notes of suffering, cruelty, barbarism, and terror. It shook and awakened the ancient memories of horror and despair in our collective bones and the land. Every parcel of land, from deserts to mountains, from prairies to valleys, bears witness to these echoing beats, recording tales of horror and despair in Earth's memories.
We, as observers, listeners, feelers, lovers of the cosmic dance, as animals and humans in becoming, from the primal Lascaux caverns of the shamanic realms, extend our voices into this echoing abyss, pulsing messages of peace into the rhythmic threads. We journey between the worlds, carrying the burdens of these ancient lands and their people, our family, witnessing the raw unveiled Truth of their pain and trauma.
The battle drums beat no joy, no victory, but the wailing cries of mothers, the quiet despair of fathers, the loss of innocence reflected in children's fearful eyes. We feel the weary Earth, soaked with terror, flesh, and blood, trembling beneath our bare feet as our hearts get heavy. Each cry, each loss, each act of needless violence, a cruel scar upon the body of Mother Earth, the body of our families.
Yet in our hearts, in the crucible where love continually transforms pain, we know that every war, every act of terror, and cruelty is a cry for love, a desperate plea for understanding, unity, and peace. The shadow of conflict is but a test, a catalyst for the manifestation of a greater, transcendent Truth - the yearning for unity, peace, and a world where love is not sheltered behind walls of fear and mistrust. Every inch of land - from the Middle East's sands to Antarctica's tundras - silently yearns for this Truth.
There is another abyss, a profound chasm beneath the conscious awareness of humanity, where spectral entities and demons reside. These are not sin or punishment but the shadow-gifts of our untamed darkness, the crawling silhouettes of pain, abuse, greed, and authoritarianism, born from the womb of capitalism and power obsession. They are chimeric echoes of our collective psyche, entering into our souls through the cracks of our separation from nature - rich or barren, tropical or arctic; all land is sacred and knows no artificial boundaries. Our denial of the inherent unity within Earth's territories denies our intrinsic unity.
In the ethereal landscape, an ancient battle rages, a cosmic drama enacted since the birth of consciousness - light versus darkness, unity against separation, love in defiance of fear. It manifests in our world as conflicts, oppression, and wars - reflective of our internal power struggle of love and fear, attachment and liberation. Our Western ways, long detached from the primal melody of oneness, have bred fertile grounds for these shadows to thrive and rule our societies, hearts, and spirits. It is time we recognize this unseen theatre, dismantle those systems, embrace the healing power of light, and reclaim our capacity to reforge our ancient destiny.
We call forth the power of reconciliation, the healing balm of compassion, the transcendent bridge of mutual respect and understanding from the sacred depths of spirit. We decry the cruelty, the barbarism, and the terrorism, not as inherent elements of any people or land but as the manifestations of forgotten love, obscured unity, and colonial illness.
In the celestial sacredness, the sun is our universal heart, our communal campfire, flickering with the cosmic flames of transmutation and unity. Each morning, sun rays, like blazing serpents, slither across the weary Earth, breathing the sacred fire - the Divine spark - into all hearts, whisking away the darkness of despair and kindling the first flames of hope and new beginnings. Every sunset is breaded with this luminous dance, a desperate prayer, a whisper into the ancient winds.
This celestial fire, this sacred sun, beat in the heart of every human being, radiates from our shamanic ecstasy and lights the deepest caves of our shared human experience. It is the pathway to ignite the unifying fire within every soul, a powerful beacon guiding us toward love, compassion, transformation, and, ultimately, peace.
To the sacred fire - present in all lands, reflecting off all seas, painted by all winds - we offer our shadows, fears, and judgments and receive the illuminating wisdom of unity, empathy, and all-encompassing love. This holy communion, binding us all in a shared dance of cosmic alchemy, becomes the torch we carry into the night, believing in the advent of a new dawn and a world engulfed in the purifying flames of enduring peace, unity, and love.
Let us wash every soul's heart with the wisdom of connection, shared destiny, and sacredness of all life. Let us blow the ancient instructions of interconnectedness into every seed of hate, rage, and separation. Let us remind every corner of the world that each tear is a tear of us all, each joy a celebration of our shared existence, each life a unique verse in the universal song of being.
May the rhythm of those stories, the undulating echoes of conflict, eventually find harmony within the tapestry of life, singing a melody of peace, unity, and love. Only then, in that sacred moment, will the true beauty of the human spirit shine like the morning sun upon the fertile soil of a peaceful Earth, one unified realm of sanctity.
Our voices are but the echos of this grand cosmic tale, a call to remember the spiritual oneness of us all. Rooted in the infinite wisdom of ancient traditions that birthed humanity, it stands as a reminder of our shared responsibilities, collective prayers, and enduring hope - the hope for peace.
Shamans, mystics, spiritual seekers, healers, witches, wizards, medicine men, and women, we cast these timeless seeds into the cosmic winds, weave them into our sacred songs, beat them on our drums, and plant them into the Earth, trusting fully in the blossoming of peace within the heart of humanity.