Ancestral Decent, Real World Immortality and The Holy Grail

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Today I want to talk about Ancestry and ancient genetics and how all of those who have come before us, in part are alive today walking this earth within the fiber of ourselves . There is a part of the brain called the Amygdala where genetic memories are stored, and some of them go back a very very long way.

Almost everyone I have ever talked to has had a dream of falling from a great hight falling falling, over come with terror death coming to meet them, the fear is over whelming, and yet in these dreams we never hit bottom. Which is because some how before we hit bottom we caught ourselves or someone caught us, something happened so that we did not crash to our death. I postulate that this is a memory from an ancient shared ancestor of most of man kind. It is critical that they never hit bottom as had they not been saved they would have died and WE would not be here. This memory goes very very far back, back to a time when we were still in part at least tree dwellers.

I think this is probably by far the most intense ancestral memory that most of us have, but there are many many others, I have a few visions that appear in dreams of places and people and things and events that I can see so clearly that it seems I must have been there. But the setting is a place I know that I have never seen in this life time. I can see the walls their color the windows, the curtains, the carpet and flooring, the furniture hear the sounds of things being moved around, the smells of food cooking and voices in the back ground. The visions are so sharp and clear that they had to be real, but they were never part of my personal experiences, therefor they had to be things that an ancestor experienced that had great emotional impact and importance to the extent that they were written into the hormonal and genetic coding of that individual so sharply that they were passed on to their descendant’s .

Further I think its not just the personal physical experiences that leave these traces and trails within our being but the impact that others had on those lives in their time. People out side of the direct genetic lineage but whos actions and words impacted the lives of those people from which we descended. I spent much of my youth when not working the fields, Riding on my horses and mules out through the valleys and ridges of the lands around where we lived. Places then mostly no longer inhabited as people had long since moved away for jobs and incomes in far off places, mostly during the industrial boom during and after WWII. I would ride through places that I had never been taken but I always knew where I was at, I knew where any given road or trail would take me where the cliff shelters were at, where the springs with good water were at, I carried the knowledge of that landscape within me, I think both from direct genetic memories and also from stories told by others who had been there, had lived there, walked and ridden those trails, fished those streams, plowed that bottom land in their own time and so clearly told their tales that they became part of me.

We are not just our individual selves, but the genetic memories and the shared thoughts, stories and experiences shared with us by others when they talk about their lives and experiences. This sharing, this teaching can have a great impact on who we are, who and what we become and what we pass on to our descendants. In this way a vital part of those people live on in us and will be passed on to every generation that is told those stories and indeed inherits the genetic memory imprints of our experiences and their impact on our very being.

Now this is where the Holy Grail part comes in. I think about the last supper, how Jesus sat before his followers and said this bread is my flesh eat of it this wine is my blood drink of it. He did not magically convert the bread into human flesh raw and gooey laying on the plate to be chewed and swallowed by he disciples, nor did he turn the wine into sticky gooey blood for then to drink. He was speaking of course metaphorically about the substance of himself that he had given them to feed on. The ideas the passions the depth of understanding of the universe. The things he fed them at every meal and every step of every journey they walked together, making a big part of who they were HIM. In this way no matter what happened to his body, WHO he was would live on with in them and as they taught others that things he had given to them each of the new students would become in part him .. in this way he was immortal and his true self could never be extinguished and so it has been for 2000 years… Communion is not about reproducing a physical act of eating and drinking flesh and blood, but of taking on the ideas and passion the understanding that was who and what the man was, to carry it forward and share it in your own time.

This applies to more than just Jesus of course. All of out ancestors passed on parts of who they were, and when we sat at the table with parents, grand parents, and a lucky few great grand parents, aunts, uncles and various ancestors and kin. The stories they told the joys and sorrows that they presented became part of us, it was imprinted in our being and will be passed on in our own time.

From these sorts of thought came to me the idea of the blessing bowls I make. Much as the ministers set forth the bread and wine to share the passion of Jesus, we can set forth a setting at table to connect to those personal ancestors and family friends across the years, to invite them to continue to be a part of our lives, to set with us and share some time and give us the blessings again that they have shared with us before and when the meal is done the contents of the bowl and the cup can be shared among those at table as they contain those blessings that were once again shared with us by those gone in body but live with in us forever more ..