The Great Remembering

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by Jo delAmor

We are the children of the Great Forgetting…
Amnesiac orphans, separated from the clan of life by lies.

Lies, told and carried through countless generations
Poured from the lips and actions of our mother and fathers
Right into our own tender hearts

Lies, bundled up by our teachers and heroes
And handed to us like suitcases made of bricks
For us to carry and pass on to our children and theirs

False stories about the shameful sin it is to be human
That we are essentially flawed
That it is human nature to conquer and destroy

False stories about our dominion over the natural world
That we are intrinsically superior
That it is a human right to colonize and consume

Our own sacred memories were buried and twisted
As these lies have been enforced with violence and brutality
At first, overt, as they stole our children
And raped the trust right out of us.

And then, generation by generation, this brutality mutating
Into an insidious lust for validation in the slave master’s game…
Tricking us to want what kills us…
To want what kills our children and the very possibility for life to continue.

Self-absorbed, lonely, depressed, desperate and hungry…
We have forgotten how to feed life
And how to receive nourishment from life.

We have forgotten the simple delicious dance of the gifting way…
The way of giving the song of our lives in praise
To the glorious web of existence…
The way of dropping our seeds on the fertile ground
And rejoicing as they sprout and nourish our relatives.

My heart longs to put down this burden of forgetting
To rejoin the clan of life and remember the dance.

In graceful moments of quietude,
When the din of motors and motor-mouths and motor-brains
Gives way to the subtle, beautiful, inexplicable, gentle knowing
Of the voice that still sings deep down in my bones…

I begin to remember the magnificent legacy of human existence…
The majesty of our true human nature.

I hear the exquisitely intricate languages of original peoples
Steeped in thousands of years of intimacy with the living world
Conversing with stones and weather…trees and ancestors…
Rising in song and prayer and laughter

And I whisper… “I am here…daughter of the
Great Mother and Father of all of Creation…a relative in the web…
Long lost sister of the Sacred Hoop of Life.”

And I find myself molting the justifications I inherited…
Shedding my ability to go along with the lies anymore.

Shedding my tolerance for the violence of
Bulldozers ripping the Earth in the name of progress
Gears grinding, diesel engines pumping toxic fumes
Into clear blue sky.

Shedding my willingness to play the game of chasing dollars
To buy sustenance stolen from the belly of our Mother
By the jaws of industry and trucked across her precious body
To save me the trouble of learning my local foodscape.

Shedding my patience for so many years spent distracted
By the illusion of our personal achievements
While the survival of our grandchildren hangs precariously
Over the precipice of melting ice caps and privatized water.

I find myself longing to just lie down beside the creek and listen
For years and decades and eons
Until I remember how to hear her song.

Jungle Tree Spirit, Akumal, Mexico © Simone Lipscomb

Until it sings through me and my cells remember
What my soul never forgot…
Releasing this notion of separateness
And letting roots grow from my body,
Snaking their way through the cool, moist soil
And sending tendrils of new life reaching up toward the sun
In praise and reverence.

I find myself rising with my brothers and sisters
The wayward human prodigal children of existence
Turning back toward LIFE
And begging for remembrance
Ready to heal and learn
And reweave the BeautyWay
On behalf of ALL of Creation

And I feel the birds and trees
And insects and creepy crawlies
And the Great Central Sun
And the Earth Mother herself
Celebrating our return
Eager to share their songs with us
And teach the dance of the Gifting Way once again

So that we can become the parents
Of the Great Remembering.


Jo delAmor is committed to supporting the healing of our world by facilitating personal and cultural transformation. She believes that, as we each discover our own sacred purpose and learn to activate it with empowerment and integrity, we will naturally come together to co-create a world of radiant balance, peace and harmony. As a personal transformation coach and workshop facilitator, she has had the great pleasure of midwifing many people through their own sacred transformations since 2007. To learn more about Jo’s work please visit:

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