The Ancestral Altar
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Listen, sugar. Before you light a candle for a deity, before you cast a spell for coin, you look behind you. You stand at the head of a line that stretches back to the beginning of time. Ancestor Veneration isn't about worshipping the dead; it's about acknowledging that their blood runs in your veins.
They are your first line of defense. They are the bone and the gristle of your spiritual practice.
Why It Matters
1. Protection: No spirit guide loves you like your Great-Grandmother does. When you are in trouble, they are the ones who show up first.
2. Healing the Line: We all got trauma in the DNA, especially us. By working with the ancestors, we heal the wounds they couldn't heal while they were alive. We break the curses so our children don't have to carry them.
3. Grounding: You can't be a tall tree if you have weak roots. This work keeps you humble and solid.
2. Healing the Line: We all got trauma in the DNA, especially us. By working with the ancestors, we heal the wounds they couldn't heal while they were alive. We break the curses so our children don't have to carry them.
3. Grounding: You can't be a tall tree if you have weak roots. This work keeps you humble and solid.
How to Connect
You don't need fancy tools. They know what you have in your kitchen.
The Altar (The Cooling Spot)
Set up a small space. It can be a shelf or top of a dresser.
Set up a small space. It can be a shelf or top of a dresser.
- Water: A glass of cool, fresh water. Water is the conduit between worlds. Change it every day. "Fresh water for fresh energy."
- Light: A white candle. Light it to say, "I see you. You are not forgotten."
- Offerings: Coffee, tobacco, a piece of candy, or a plate of whatever you cooked for dinner (no salt on the food for the dead, it weighs them down).
The Unknown Ancestors
Many of us don't know our names back past a few generations. History stole that from us. That's okay. The blood remembers.
Call out to: "The ones whose names I do not know, but whose blood I carry. The healers, the survivors, the farmers, the mothers." They will answer just the same.
Many of us don't know our names back past a few generations. History stole that from us. That's okay. The blood remembers.
Call out to: "The ones whose names I do not know, but whose blood I carry. The healers, the survivors, the farmers, the mothers." They will answer just the same.
"Speak their names and they live again. Pour the libation and they are fed. As long as you breathe, they are not gone."
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© 2025 The Rootmother
© 2025 The Rootmother