the dust that falls from the sky on a high windy day is borne here from far unknown origins. it carries countless particles of our ancestors, called forth by the winds of these times. the necessary mantric chants have been performed & the spirits have gathered around us. the old mammoths buried beneath ancient stone & earth are sending forth their cellular emissaries: ancestors, all of them. they're restlessly roaming the wild wind currents of the skyways. Shiva! our most humble helpers have now arrived with this new wind. they are widespread, part of this vast crucible that constitutes our planet earth. the winds of change stir with the return of the ancestors & the old earthly dreaming. the long scroll of maya rolls out the script that we all must fumble our way through. it goes on & on, through ups & downs forever. it brings new challenges, such as the winds our primeval ancestors lash us with now. they demand our accountability, those ancient ones. they urge us to respond, all those ghosts & phantoms of the past, the specters & spirits who have risen into the wind to get our attention now in this time of planetary ripeness. Shiva! we hear the message & we ask for Your guidance. our hands are covered thick with the dust of the ancestors & we know not what to do! Shiva, we implore Your grace!