The Story of the Summit
I started formally honouring my ancestors at the beginning of this year, 2021.
On a snowy, sunny day in January in Finland, with celebratory music playing, I danced with happiness in my heart as I filled cold water into cups. I placed them, alongside precious objects of value and pictures of my grandparents, onto a white cloth on a small table in my home yoga space.
Not long after, I received a message from Spirit saying that I was going to interview various spiritual practitioners on the topic of healing trauma through the medicine of the ancestors.
Filled with questions on how this was going to manifest, I nevertheless felt a deep conviction that I must heed the call, come what may.
I am deeply humbled and honoured to present to you the fruit of my (and my ancestors) labor.
May the wisdom offered in this summit reach the ears that need to hear it.
May the healing offered in this summit reach the hearts that need a soothing balm.
May this offering be of benefit to all sentient beings, across time and space, with no exception.