How to Honor Your Ancestors the Kamitic/Kemetic Shaman Way

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Hetepu Fam (Peace Family),

Hollywood here lately has been fascinated with making ghost stories and trying to claim that people worship the dead. Unfortunately, because there is not a lot of information available on the web and/or there is no community available.  Newcomers are usually led astray because of fiction writers desire to make a quick buck by preying upon individual’s ignorance about the spiritual realm.  So, to set the record straight, we don’t worship the dead.  We worship God and honor our ancestors.

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Cultures all over the world honor the deceased but in Kamitic/Kemetic (ancient Egyptian) belief, every deceased relative was not considered an ancestor. The true meaning of an ancestor or an Aakhu is an individual that exercised self-discipline in life and therefore was expected to assist the living in life. Surely, you would not want to honor an individual that suffered from substance abuse in life. …

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Important Message from Keeper of Sacred White Buffalo Calf Pipe. – Chief Arvol Looking Horse

Make No Bones About It

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I, Chief Arvol Looking Horse, of the Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota Nations, ask you to understand an Indigenous perspective on what has happened in America, what we call “Turtle Island.” My words seek to unite the global community through a message from our sacred ceremonies to unite spiritually, each in our own ways of beliefs in the Creator.

We have been warned from ancient prophecies of these times we live in today, but have also been given a very important message about a solution to turn these terrible times.

To understand the depth of this message you must recognize the importance of Sacred Sites and realize the interconnectedness of what is happening today, in reflection of the continued massacres that are occurring on other lands and our own Americas.

I have been learning about these important issues since the age of 12 when I received the Sacred White Buffalo Calf…

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Comfort Zones

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“Being honest with yourself is a huge part of becoming better, fitter and stronger”

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What doesn’t challenge you won’t change you. No pain no gain is not just a cliché – it’s science. Your body will adapt to whatever stress you put on it. It’s very efficient. When you start a new fitness class your body is put into a state of shock and very quickly sets about recruiting and building the muscles necessary to deal with the class. However, eventually, the same class will not challenge you in the same way. You’ll get really good at and look great doing it…perfect form, but you will not see the same benefits as in the beginning. Your body has adapted so well that it is used to the class and has no further needs for adaptation (ie muscle growth or increased cardiovascular strength).

If you’re not continuously progressing the exercise whether…

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The Art Of Bitchiness…while being a Buddhist……and you are?

Need to vent without making another nemesis feel and realize how shallow they really are. Need to be the bigger person once again…and walk away..fuming with a fake all is ok in my book.Has to be in this day and age. Bahahah the look on my face..Into the Ladies room where I can look in the mirror and stop being a polite,courteous lady.. working it out alone breathing deeply when I’d rather smash someone’s head into the concrete and blame it on the horse accidently stomping them to death…for my extreme pleasure and to vindicate my unjust treatment by someone I identified with…befriended…trusted and encouraged to overcome their lousy existence and at least pretend to be happy for a day..no, on second thought that’s too much to ask…how bout a few minutes…and not at my expense! Someone who in all reality’s sake..and arrogantly so, socially is beneath me no matter how hard they try to be otherwise. Let’s not talk about the intelligence vs. ignorance factor… ooo yes, why not?..both of which I happen to be multifaceted and talented in.. astutely bipolar, schizoid factors included…I dont need anyone’s help to dumb me down perfectly capable on my own accord..only a few good instigative lesser knowns..that dont realize this sheep in wolves clothing hardy har har har! I know myself better than you ever will..because i ahve learned to not show my true self at all ties anymore..the world is too brutal for truly genuine, kind, meek, and humble folks. Hard head makes a soft behind so I learned the hard way.I now just prefer to let them call check mate first, underestimate me, over analyze and think they are befriending me..which is a waste of time…even at the psych doctors… then bare my fangs….all the while chanting silently inside to please let them die or at least go away back to rock they crawled from so I can be rid once and for all of the tangled web I have woven trying to continue to be a compassionate, peaceful Buddhist this lifetime…stuck, in an unknown town, on probation..full of walking heroin(not ever my drug of choice,as if one is better than another) zombies that wake up just to antagonize and spew their hatred at me for being me…sober and fulfilled at long last again, before their next bag at a time  when I don’t even realize they exist until they pop up out of shadows…not to even beg for money with some made up lie. My question now is…

And you are? Should I know you?Did I get drunk…black out..get abducted and can’t remember….or rather do I feel like being bothered with your monologue of the day without being paid to listen..bahahhah..by the way have you had your  meds checked lately? If you’re not on meds or drugs you should think seriously about doing so just to make it more tolerable for me to be around you..just to make it appear as if you are having fun yet before your life is shut down..which I am praying will be any minute now..for the sake of other happy people like myself, that seems to annoy you every time I appear to even silently inwardly smile or laugh over the wonders and joy in life that I lost and found again  so many times over loss, grief, incarceration, binges, and blackouts etc..sorry bout your luck even though I no longer really give a flying hoot..yes my life is all about me…not you. By the way…have we met before?..please refresh m memory..I may have been drunk or high at the time… like I wish I was now to make talking to you or rather listening to what you have to unconciously say more bearable. Lord hear my prayer…