Way back, before our daughter Isabella was born, I received guidance from spirit… to ask my lovely friend in the UK (who lives in an amazing old house that was once used to house slaves in transit, and which hosted terrible butchery and abuse of women) for a ‘piece’ of the house. Something that she could pop in the post to me. Something that we could use in a ceremony here in St Lucia to help to re-unite the men who made it to the Caribbean as slaves, with the women and children who didn’t make it.
A few weeks later, it arrived, an envelope containing bits and pieces, some plaster, dust etc. Perfect! I was keen to get going with the ceremony but it felt important to wait until Isabella was out in the big wide world, sure she was with us in my growing belly and making her healing energy known not just to us but to those she came in contact with, but she needed to be here. So the envelope was put aside until the time was right.
And that time came, Isabella was a few months old, and the energy felt right. and this is what happened…
“So, this morning we headed from home Isabella, Bruno and I. As I drove from our home, I couldn’t drive very fast at all, there were so many beings with us and it felt like they were creating wind resistance!
First stop was the old sugar cane mill to collect a piece of the machinery which still stands – a splinter of timber which was hanging off the supports for the machinery and a piece of the roof timber which had fallen. The machinery was dated 1879 and it’s amazing how well preserved it is. There were many slaves still there, working, as if they didn’t know what else to do, and some were afraid to leave. The emotions there were so heavy, a feeling of such sadness and desperation. Bruno asked them to come with us. His ancestors are a mix of slave and slave master so not all agreed, some didn’t trust and stayed behind.
We drove even more slowly (the weight on the car was incredible) to a sacred hill where there is a beautiful healing portal of love. The weather was unusually cloudy and grey. We offered the pieces to spirit by burning them along with sage, a page from the local newspaper which was all about the events in southern US at the time (churches being burned), a written intention page and the packaging that the pieces of the UK house came in. They were carried to the site in a woven basket made by women in Kenya and were burnt in a coal pot which is a traditional clay pot used to cook here. We could see hundreds, thousands of spirits ascending, releasing from their bond, maybe even more than that. The land felt lighter and the sun started to shine very gently.
Then we popped the ashes into the same plastic bag that the house fragments were wrapped in and headed to the north of the island, to the Atlantic side, a spot where many battles occurred, just next to a place which was once an island (called Pigeon Island). Bruno climbed over the rocks and released the ashes into the ocean, washing the bag in the waves at the same time.
And the energy felt lighter again.
On our journey from the hill to the place of release, we were guided to drive through a local town which holds a lot of density, and of course the car got even heavier. On the way back we could feel the relief along the same route, we could almost hear the sighs and could see some sparkle coming in.
When on the hill I was shown that some slaves stayed behind at the cane plantation, and that we should go back to check, and to ask them to leave. That they would have felt or seen the others go and would be more likely to follow. So we did just that. The place we first visited felt so much lighter and we could see and feel the remaining slaves leaving, bringing even more light. The image attached is from after the release, I didn’t want to capture the energy from before and interfere with the work.
All in all, the ceremony, although so simple, felt really effective and complete.
Of course Isabella was a happy girl during the work and as soon as the spirits were ready to ascend she fell into a deep sleep, waking after the ashes were released to the sea. She then fell asleep again on the way back to the cane plantation and woke in the brightest, giggly mood when leaving. In the days leading up to the ceremony she slept so much. I could feel some of the spirits were being prepared to leave, getting their things ready to travel and she was helping them through the whole process, all the while being a baby! What a clever girl :).”
We have since returned to the sugar cane plantation and to that spot where the machinery lies and it feels so different, no ex-slaves. At first it felt empty, nothing, and then with later visits it felt full, brimming with the energy of nature, it felt green, lush and calm. Beautiful!
My friend in the UK ceremonied at the same time with profound shifts taking place. It’s so lovely to be able to do such simple things to create change… which of course we can all do.
May the healing ripples run far, wide and deep!