In the face of digital colonization, I claim this territory as sovereign, sacred ground. This shrine is a consecrated virtual space. The sacred forces of my lineage protect this land across all dimensions and realities. No energies, entities, or people that are hostile to me, my ancestors, or my communities may enter or interfere here. All those I am called to serve find their way here safely, and find refuge. And so it is.
Invocation
I call on all ancestors, deities, angels, constellations, and energies of unconditional love and justice. From all four directions, across the space-time continuum, in all timelines of the multiverse, I invoke, invite, and honor ancestors + spirits of good character. Please cleanse, protect and bless this space and all those of integrity who visit this shrine.
The Divine loves us all.
Beannacht
("Blessing")
by John O’Donahue
On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
Redistribute resources to the land stewards (lands that have sustained me)
