
As I walked my Border Terrier, Freyja, along field edges bordering the village this morning I listened to a recording by Native American musician, Robert Mirabal. Such an event wasn’t unusual, and as always the music served to compliment rather than muffle the surrounding sounds of nature.
‘Riders of the Healing Road‘ produced under Mirabal’s alias Johnny Whitehorse, is a captivating mix of contemporary Native American music – flute, drum, primal percussive instruments and haunting melodies, laced with the characteristic backbeat of the wide, open plain.
The result was a spellbinding soundtrack. The rasping call of crows sweeping low over nearby fields and the cheerful warbling of dunnocks hidden in adjacent hedgerows merged with the howl of wolves and the cry of eagles.

The effect was mesmerising, like a breeze-blown, half-forgotten memory wafting in from a distant time and place.

So it was, as I trod that rutted Lincolnshire farm track, my psyche stirred by ghostly images of an ancient culture, that the following profound message was delivered, on a track titled ‘Ancestral Kundalini‘.
As I listened, I reflected on my own time and place in history. For it is a time when current world events are stirring me, and countless others, to awaken, look inside ourselves, discover our true potential and step into our divine power. The words were thereby given far greater immediacy and became intensely personal.
This is what it said:
If you want to become whole, let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight, let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full, let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn … let yourself – die.
And if you want to be given everything,
Give everything up.
Give everything up.
Give everything up.
Ancestral Kundalini – Johnny Whitehorse