@kayesoleil: Clocks, alarms, reminders. Time chasing through every hour. All know that rush. Root to the call. Our Ancestor blessings, night sky healing, ancient calm pouring down the timeline to you. Your Ancestors read the sky. No one rushed the night. The moon was the calendar. Full moon, bright enough to work late, to walk home, to dance. New moon, dark, stay close, rest. Waxing, begin things. Waning, let things finish. Stars as clock. Whirling around the still north star, slow and sure all night. Grandmothers look up and know the hour. Grandfathers knew seasons by dusk's rising star. Comets with messages. Sky shimmering green and violet as Ancestors dancing. People stopped, looked, wondered. Time was big. Seasons, moons, generations. No one checked the minute. Night took as long as it took. In this time, time is small, fast, cut into minutes. Every one of them owed somewhere. The body braced for the next ding. There is truth. In this time the clock is needed. Work, appointments, the ones depending on you. Remember the bigger time you live inside. Look up. Go outside tonight. Even for a few moments. Even from a doorway, a window. Find the moon. Where is she? Full, half, a sliver, hidden behind glowing clouds? Find one star. Let your eyes rest on it. Let them go wide and soft. Looking far tells the body there's room. Space. Safety. Breathe slowly under the sky. In soft. Out long. The same sky over every one of us, all the way back. Before bed, put the clock where you can't see it. The night is long enough. Let it take as long as it takes. Now we send it. Arms lifted. Starlight pouring through the screen. Comet light streaking, aurora rippling, the full moon behind us. All of it flowing over you, slow and vast. Over your eyes, chest, hands. We won't tell you time will slow down. You are older than the clock. You are made of the same light as the stars. Your Ancestors watched this sky, and they made you. Journey. Sit or lie where you can see the sky, or imagine it. Eyes closed or soft. One ask, "What time is it in my soul?" Follow the drum. Go in. A spirit animal walks with you under the stars. Look up together. Feel it, see it. Drum ends. Stay in the calming. Let the night be long. The sky holds you. Dawn is coming. Breathe. Your Ancestors meet you in the dreamscape. A map for your journey in Pearl's Profile. #shamanicjourney #ancestors #nightsky #ancientwisdom #sleep

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