Meditation For Healing Racism

This meditation will guide women who feel the call to be apart of removing the energies of racism out of our world. You will be guided on a journey of racial healing through visualizations, ancestral healing and some embodied practices. This meditation is not a substitute for professional help, and that there are no scientific claims. There will be a few journal prompts at the end of this meditation if you wish to go deeper.

Transcript

Today,

I am guiding you on a vision.

It's a vision,

Which is a story that will guide you on the racial healing between two women.

And I look forward to having you all come with me onto this ride.

So I invite you to grab your journals and pens,

As this journey might have some different ideas and feelings and visions might come through you while you're listening.

And at the end of the story,

I will have a few journal prompts for you as well.

And so I invite you to find a comfortable seat and to relax into your body and allow yourself to surrender and to completely be available to the story that you are about to hear.

This story all begins with a beautiful woman that would come and visit me nightly in my dreams.

And this one particular night,

It was the first time I ever connected with her.

Her name was Adun.

And this one night when I first met Adun,

I was mesmerized by her beauty.

She was tall and graceful,

Long and statuesque.

I mean,

Her legs seemed like they stretched on for days.

Her skin was black,

Unmistakably black,

Absolutely beautiful.

It looked like it was as smooth as velvet.

And she reminded me almost of the goddess of the midnight mysterious sky.

Her hair was thick and fluffy like black cotton candy,

Completely taking over her head as if it was a crown for the most ultimate queen.

She looked at me with her big almond-shaped brown eyes.

And in that moment,

I felt utterly safe with her.

She stretched out her hand and she said,

Come with me.

And her voice was just as velvety as her skin was.

And I felt so connected to her.

So I took her hand,

My new sister,

My dream partner.

And all of a sudden I saw she was standing in this halo of white light that was so bright and so potent.

And I took her hand and I stepped through that potent white light.

And I entered into this enchanted forest.

The waterfalls from my left and my right,

The trees were so green and so vibrant.

I heard the wind and it sounded like it was a chorus of angels.

It was absolutely beautiful there.

A dune took my hand and we ran like little girls in this beautiful forest.

And I was feeling free and wild.

I took off my sandals and I threw them behind me,

Digging my size 10 flat-footed brown feet deep into the earth,

Allowing that moist dirt to completely wrap my foot.

I was sinking deeper and deeper into Mother Earth.

And we ran and we ran until we couldn't run anymore.

We were out of breath,

Just breathing really hard.

And then we fell backwards into a bed of flowers.

And we laughed and looked at each other.

And as I felt myself sinking deeper into this bed of flowers,

It was as if the earth was just connecting to me.

Mother Earth had held me,

Was singing to me.

And in that moment and in that space,

It was as if the vision of Mother Earth was creeping its way and it found a hidden window in my heels.

And it came inside of me,

Winding around my ankles and sliding up through my calves,

Through my thighs and in the womb of my belly.

It was like these wings just expanded into the place where I call my intuition,

Where my unique language of my authentic self is born.

That's where the wings laid.

And these wings spread out super wide and I let out a big sigh as it shimmied its way even closer to my heart space.

And then the wings went outward and they took me.

And we went flying above my friend,

A dune and into a tunnel.

And all I could hear was the sweet sound of music.

And I'm being taken by these wings and I'm listening to the music.

And finally,

I approach a door.

And I noticed that that door was leading me to a basement.

And I opened the door and I heard the music louder.

And I followed it all the way downstairs.

And when I got down there,

I saw that there was a room full of my black brothers and sisters.

I was almost afraid for a moment,

Almost taken back.

But then I realized there was something about it that had me feel safe.

And I saw this one particular sister in the corner.

She was hunched over.

She looked like she was in deep despair.

And as I was looking at her,

I could see these glimpses of videos almost as if I was seeing parts of her life,

Parts of her sadness in her past.

And I saw her like 30 years earlier.

And she was a young woman.

I think she was going to school or going somewhere.

She had books in her hands.

And there were these men that were yelling at her,

Calling her these evil words.

And not young boys.

These were older men,

These older white men.

And the words that they said to her were so violent.

It was like a punch in my belly.

And in that moment,

I knew I had to be with her.

There was something inside me that said that this woman died with her unworthiness in her.

And she needed to be reminded of her beauty.

So I came next to her and I wrapped my arms around her and I held her.

And I listened to her in a way that I could tell that she's never been listened to before.

I heard the stories of her life.

I heard the songs of her sadness.

I started to comb her hair with my fingers,

Just the way that my grandma used to do to me.

And after a few minutes,

I noticed she was really soothed by that.

She felt loved.

She felt cared for.

And as I sat there with her,

I did this over and over and over again until all of a sudden I could see the light inside her belly start to shine through her chest and out through her crown.

And it was in that moment that I knew I had to do this to every single body in that room.

It was full of all my Black brothers and sisters that had died with their wounding of what it was like growing up in the pain bodies of Black individuals.

And I brought them back to their wholeness.

It was as if that there was something in that space that connected to my truth center,

To that truth center inside my heart that was a light of shining love.

And it was as if I allowed that light to come and connect not just with me,

But with my other brothers and sisters who also have the same pains that were felt in that basement that day,

The same pains that I have felt in my own life,

And the same pains that connect to our ancestors,

The ones that have cried the tears and the ones that have felt the pain first-handedly.

And I knew I had to do that because we needed to beat together.

Our hearts needed to beat as one drum so that we could heal no longer just myself,

No longer just that one moment,

But so we could heal the collective pain,

The collective imprisonment of Black bodies,

Of Black minds,

Of Black spirits.

In that moment,

I knew me coming to the basement was a courageous,

Courageous act.

And so I kept going.

I connected with more brothers and sisters.

And the last person I connected with was this man and we danced.

So we danced his rage out with so much fire in our bellies and allowed it to come through our feet.

And he came to a place where I could see in his eyes that he had met a part of himself that he never had before.

The moment I did that,

I was taken by the wings again and they brought me back through the tunnel and back through to my friend,

Adun.

I sat down next to her and in that moment,

I noticed my belly had expanded.

I looked as if I was pregnant and I was in utter shock.

And Adun laughed and said,

Don't worry,

Dear,

You're just pregnant with a vision.

You went to the basement.

And in the basement is where you are birthing the visions that you're going to bring back with you to Earth.

Their unique masterpieces that the world is waiting for.

She told me that she was going to show me exactly how to care for that pregnant vision so that I could actually birth it.

In that moment in space,

She asked me,

What did you see in the basement,

My dear?

And I told her of the pain that was in there,

Of the despair that I saw in all of these young men and these women.

I told her of that particular woman,

The one who was walking with books in her hand and the men were yelling at her with violent words.

And I cried.

I cried and I cried a river.

And she looked at me in a way that I felt like she was holding every single word that was flying out of my mouth as if she was holding it with immense care.

Like she was holding it in an energetic hug.

I felt so seen in that moment with her.

She listened as I shared my pain.

And she reminded me that me going to the basement was giving this love to these women and to these men that they didn't feel before when they were alive.

That I was doing deep healing.

And she also reminded me that I must not forget all of the visions I brought with me to this forest.

She reminded me that I must connect to the earth and that earth was my altar.

She reminded me that I was the daughter of the earth,

Sister of the sun,

That I was the embodiment of the moon and that I could always bring my hurt to Mother Earth because she would help me transform it just the way that a June was helping me to connect with my body.

A dune placed her hand on my belly and asked me where was I feeling the sadness of the basement.

I told her I was feeling it right here in my neck.

So a dune placed her hand on my neck and together we breathed into the spot.

She asked me to ask it some questions.

She said,

Dear one,

Please ask that place in your neck what it needs from you.

And so I did just that.

That place in my neck asked me to tell it that I loved it.

To tell it that I will never abandon it and that I will always be there for it.

And so together we did just that.

In that moment we shared deep love with all the parts of my body that were feeling the pain from the basement.

We connected deeply to every single inch of my body that was still holding the sadness of some of these men and women.

We breathed together in that space.

And then she looked at me and said,

I must show you something else,

Dear one.

So I took her hand and I followed her.

She brought me to a well.

And in this well,

I saw these magical vibrant colors,

Like the most vibrant greens and yellows and blues and golds.

And she pointed to one particular speck of gold.

She said,

That one right there is you.

It was a unique piece of gold with a little purple shimmer in the middle.

And I knew that that was me because I had seen the glimpse of that shimmer before.

And she told me,

Dear one,

Do you see how potent that energy in that well is?

She said,

This is the frequency of light from all of the light holders.

And she said that yours is needed as well as all of the women that are on earth that might not have held onto their light,

That might be dismissing their light,

That might be ignoring their light.

Remind them of who they are.

We need every single one of you to create this magical pot of love.

And she reminded me that it is so common for us on earth to take our heads and to bury it into the world's confusion and to get lost in that.

In that moment in space,

She reminded me to not be one of those people and to remind my sisters to not bury their heads in the world's confusion.

Instead,

For us to stand in the fire,

Side by side,

Holding hands.

And that we must remember the songs of the land and not to let those songs get lost in the wind.

Instead,

Carry every single note of that song until it is heard by every child in every orphanage,

Until it is heard by every woman in every alley,

Until it is heard before the men are able to climb the mountains when they feel like they cannot climb anymore and they are at the bottom,

Allow them to hear that note of that song so that it could carry them all through and connect us.

She reminded me not to be afraid and for the world is in deep need of all of us to hold on to that song.

She reminded me to share that with the women on earth.

She pointed to my belly and said that you have a vision.

That is your code.

And every single woman on earth has their own code,

Their own vision that they are birthing.

You just must remind them that it is there.

And remind them how to hear the music and how to find the basement.

And in that moment,

I felt such deep purpose of why I even had to go to that basement and why I did the great work of sitting and holding space for these men and these women.

And I felt the sense of gratitude and deep purpose.

We continued walking and as we were walking towards the hill,

I saw this beautiful woman in the distance.

Her hair was red and it was blowing behind her like pure fire.

She was like a cosmic dancer.

She was moving with the wind.

She was gliding so gracefully.

It was as if she was artwork in motion and breath of fire filled her hips as they swayed to the beat of the drum that connected to the fierceness and the wholeness of her ancestors that you can feel that were deep within her lineage of warriors.

As she came closer,

I was mesmerized as well by her beauty.

She had this pale skin and this beautiful large grin on her face.

There was something very magical about this woman.

As she came closer to me,

She looked at me and she said,

You must have been to the basement.

And I asked her how could she have known and she said women that have been to the basement have a very unique aura about them.

She said,

I can tell.

And I was curious.

I wanted to know her story of going to the basement.

So I asked,

I asked her to tell me when did she find the basement?

For her,

She was super young.

She was about 11 years old.

And she told me the story of being at home on a Sunday night during her homework.

Her dad was out at work.

And she said,

As usual,

She would hear this music and the music only came when it was on a Sunday.

That's when she would hear.

And it was always coming from the basement.

And she would lean her ear against the basement and listening and imagining what the music looked like,

What it tasted like.

And she thought it tasted like her grandmother's peanut cake.

She said she imagined the music was sweet just like that.

And she would sway her hips to the music by the door,

Just wanting to get in there.

But the door was always locked.

On this one particular day,

She also was trying to get into the door,

Trying to use a bobby pin to get inside.

But then all of a sudden she heard her dad.

He was opening the door with his keys and she knew in that moment she had to run back to the sofa and pretend like she was doing her homework.

So she slid across the wood floors and jumped onto the sofa,

Grabbing her pen and notebook,

Acting like she was doing homework for hours.

Her dad had called her name and her name was Elise.

He said,

Elise,

I'm home.

And she looked up and said,

Hey,

Dad,

I'm doing my homework.

And she was smiling with that big smile she has,

Trying to convince him that she was not lying and he was too preoccupied to even notice.

He grabbed a beer and sat down next to her and turned on the baseball game.

And inside,

Elise knew she had to get into that basement.

So she excused herself and pretended like she was going to the restroom.

And when she got to the restroom,

She looked and peeked at her dad and he wasn't looking at her.

She knew this was her time to sneak into the basement.

And she was looking at the pile of keys her dad had.

And inside of her,

It was almost as if the wind had given her this whole big weep of smirks that let her know that that key to open up the basement door was in her dad's pile of keys.

So she grabbed that key set and one by one,

Trying every single key until finally she found the key that opened the basement door.

The door was crickety,

Made a lot of noise.

But she opened it slowly and quickly closed it behind her.

It was super dark in the basement.

She held on to the walls and made her way downstairs,

Feeling the cobwebs brushing against her cheeks.

Finally she got to the bottom and turned on the lights.

She looked around and to her amazement,

The room was full of bodies.

Of white men and white women who she did not know.

A part of her was afraid but she heard this whisper that said,

You belong here.

So she stayed.

And she saw these individuals who looked like they were in deep despair.

It looked like they had went through things that her young body did not understand,

But her soul knew.

Her soul understood.

And she went up to this one man who looked like he had been through some things that she would probably be so ashamed to even break bread with him upstairs.

But there was something inside her that knew that she had to be with him to break him wide open.

So she held space for him.

Until the anger,

Until the grief that was on the surface broke open,

Until he was able to get to a place where he cried.

He cried and he cried.

And he came to a place where nothing but his heart was open and available.

There was something in her that knew she had to do this for every single body in that room.

She fell down to her knees and she realized in that moment that this room was full of bodies that held on to pains that her dad did not meet in himself.

That instead that he drank away with his beer.

All of those problems and emotions were in this basement.

She also realized that all of the sadness and all of the shame that was carried in her family lineage that was unmet,

That was swept away was all in this basement.

They were not able to hear the music,

But she was able to hear the music.

She knew in that time and space that on the surface,

On the living room level,

Her family's life looked amazing and perfect because all of the heaviness was in the basement.

Appearing that there was nothing left to look at on their family line.

But she had heard the music.

The music was calling her to do the deep work.

And that's why she was there.

So one by one,

She made her way to every single person hearing stories of their shame,

Of their sadness,

Hearing stories of some of the harmful things that they have done in their lifetime that they carried with them to their death.

She held it in that space.

So it no longer had wings and no longer was carried.

It was done.

And she did this for every single person.

And she shared this to me and I felt so bad for her.

And I told her,

I am so sorry you had to go through that at such a young age.

And she shook her head and she said,

Don't be sorry,

Dear.

She said,

All of that work in the basement allowed me to create this vision that you are in right now.

It allowed me to create this enchanted forest so I could meet beautiful women as yourself so I can guide them to their own visions that they can bring back to earth.

I was able to birth my magic through going into the basement.

She looked at me and told me that there are many white women up here on earth.

And she said to me,

Dear one,

Remind them all that they too can probably hear the music.

And they maybe have forgotten.

They maybe have drowned out the music.

They maybe have forgotten where the key is to unlock that basement door.

And remind them,

Remind them that they know exactly how to open that door.

And she reminded me this and told me to please tell the women to find their codes,

Because the earth is calling for them.

So together,

She looked at me.

And the way she looked at me,

I could tell that she was in deep honoring of my blackness.

And she was in deep honoring of the tears that stream down my face,

The history of those tears,

The pain of those tears,

As I felt the very same for her tears that were coming down her face.

And that space and time,

It was the two of us healing not just our own divisions,

But healing the divisions of all of those that were in my basement,

From all of those that were in her basement.

And we were doing that together.

I took her hand and I took a dune's hand and we all three got up and we were walking towards the bridge.

They let me know that I was about to return home.

And as I approached the bridge,

I saw a sea of women,

Beautiful women of all shades of all races and ages.

They were in song,

Singing this music that I didn't quite understand the language,

But my body knew exactly what they were saying.

I walked up to them and each of them hugged me and kissed me.

And it was as if they were kissing all of the wounding away,

Feeling like I was kissed by angels.

And every kiss that they planted on me was as if they were receiving,

Receiving my love and I was receiving their love.

And I also was getting the codes that I was going to take back with me to give to the women on earth.

These women reminded me that my presence alone is healing.

And they reminded me to share that with the women on earth,

That their presence alone is healing and to use their presence to be a healing force for all those that they pass.

And as I said,

Thank you to every single one,

The three of us,

A dune,

Myself and Elise made our way to the bridge.

And as I got closer to the bridge,

I saw that the bridge was lined up with all of these bodies,

All of these dark bodies.

These bodies were in deep despair,

Reminding me of the bodies that were in my basement,

All hunched over,

But I couldn't really make out their features and who they were.

They were just bodies that were hurting.

We walked by these individuals and as we passed them,

All of a sudden their bodies got straighter,

Their chest was open and their despair had melted.

Their bodies turned to light.

And it was as if I could tune in to each of their own unique visions that were coming through them as we passed them,

Leaving by this pool of light behind us.

The three of us walked off that bridge hand in hand.

We came to the end and gave each other a hug and they gave me a kiss,

Thanking me for my courage,

Thanking me for my wisdom,

Thanking me for my fierceness,

Reminding me to remind the women of their own warrior inside of them.

Thank you all for listening to this story and for connecting to this and hopefully you could connect to either a piece of a dune,

A piece of a lease,

A piece of my story of just my wonder and my surrender and to walking into deep healing.

I have a few questions I would invite you all to ask yourselves and to ponder on.

As you listen to the story,

I invite you to answer the question of what are some of the visions that might have came through for you?

What particular visions or codes are you holding that will transform the divisions that we have on our planet?

And the next question is to ask yourself what are your ancestors trying to tell you?

What are some of the healings that they are wanting you to be part of,

A part of that healing?

And the next question is where in your body are you receiving your messages?

Where do your ancestors connect to you?

Is there a place in your body?

Is it at your altar?

Where is your connection?

If you're new to connecting with your ancestors,

Maybe it will call closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths and tuning into your body as you ask that question and allowing yourself to be open to receive the answers.

The next question that I invite you to ponder on is what are some of the energies of racism?

What are some of the energies of division?

What are some of the ideas,

The beliefs,

The thoughts of energies of racism or division?

That could be anything like perfectionism to hierarchy,

To shame,

To guilt.

See if you can come up between five to 20 of those different thoughts,

Beliefs,

Energies,

Ideas.

And then I invite you to ask yourself where are some of the top ones in you?

Maybe highlight or circle five of them.

Do you notice a lot of perfectionism,

A lot of othering,

A lot of dividing,

A lot of hierarchy,

Even just within yourself?

Maybe you don't do them to other people,

But maybe you notice you have perfectionism for your own self and your own work.

Maybe you notice that you see yourself when you're doing all of your practices right on point.

You see yourself better than the days when you're not doing your practices as much.

Is there a hierarchy on terms of how you see yourself?

So just noticing that division that you have within your own self.

And then I invite you to write down some ideas.

Some ideas that you can do to bring more love and more acceptance and more lovingness to those parts of you that might have some of the energies of racism or division within you.

How a dude was able to touch me in different places and hold on to me and to speak to my body.

Maybe that's a way that you could cultivate to bring more love and more peace and more acknowledgement to those areas that have hierarchy or division within you.

And what are some of the other ideas that you have?

Explore some of those.

And I know I moved around these journal questions pretty quickly.

So I invite you to listen to this space over again or to write the questions down and then to be able to take this into a deeper exploration on your own space where you can go much deeper into answering those questions.

I thank you so much for tuning in and for being a part of the story and being a part of the healing and being a part of the vision.

Much love to you all and thank you so much.