So many ancestries run through my veins. Africa, Native American, Ireland course throughout my circulatory tributaries. All merging into one.
I take the Warm Spring healing waters from Gaia’s womb. Water. Rain. Storms. Floods. Tidal Waves. Tsunamis. Showers. Oceans. Seas. Lakes. Ponds. Water possesses the powers of creation and destruction. River and Mountain Goddess meet. Fresh moving waters provide life. Stagnant still waters harbor seeds of death. Tears of sorrow, sadness and grief. Tears of joy, happiness and relief.
We create man-made fountains in the city to satiate our thirsty souls.
We spend the first nine months of our lives in our Mother’s amniotic waters.
Our bodies are approximately composed of 70% water.
Health officials recommend drinking eight glasses of water a day to replenish what we lose through sweating, excretion and elimination.
Water in most faiths is a method of cleansing and renewal.
Jesus was baptized in the River Jordan. (Matthew 3:13)
Most Christians are baptized at some point in their lives.
In Buddhism one of the goals is to wash away the illusions and delusions of Ego.
Hindus after cremation often scatter their Loved ones ashes into the sacred River Ganges.
At the end of the song they call upon Oshun, West African Orisha of Love and the Sweet Waters from the World Goddess. The Orishas call to my ancestral soul beckoning me to the indigenous beliefs of the Mother Land. I hear their cries mixed with those of my Native American ancestors calling me to return. Return Home.
http://www.thaliatook.com/AMGG/oshun.php
Ibeyi – River
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 