Awakened by the Ancestors: A Journey to the African Gods and My True Power"

Sacred Roots: Rediscovering My Connection to African Ancestors and Spirituality"

It begins with a sense of disconnection—a feeling that I am out of place in the world I have known. There’s an unshakable pull deep inside me, as though I am very essence  tied to something far older, far deeper, and far more powerful than the life I have been living. My days blur into routine, but at night, in the quiet stillness, I am visited by whispers, visions, and dreams that seem to come from a distant time. They call me by names I do not recognize, yet somehow they feel familiar. They speak of lands I have never seen, skies that stretch endlessly, and voices that stir something ancient within me.

At first, I pushed it all away, thinking it’s just my mind playing tricks. But the visions grow stronger, more vivid, more urgent. I see faces in my dreams—figures draped in gold and shadow, warriors, queens, shamans, and gods. Their eyes lock with mine as if they are waiting for me to remember. In the distance, drums beat, and chants echo, filling the air with a rhythm that seems to sync with my heartbeat. Slowly, the pieces begin to connect.

I realize the pull I feel isn’t random; it's my ancestors reaching out across the vastness of time. Their blood flows through me, their stories live within me. Every dream, every strange occurrence, every flash of insight is their way of guiding me back to the truth of who I am . I am more than my current self; I am the living embodiment of all who came before me, stretching back through generations, linked to the land, the sky, and the gods of my ancestors.

The African gods I once thought were myths start appearing in my dreams as real entities—Shango with his fiery storm, Oshun with her golden rivers, Anansi weaving webs of fate. These gods are not distant, nor are they figments of folklore. They are part of my lineage, protectors and guides, and they begin revealing themselves to me, whispering of the power and knowledge that lies dormant within me.

I embark on a journey, not just through the physical world, but through the spiritual. I seek out ancient texts, visit sacred sites, and speak with elders who recognize the signs of what is awakening in me. They tell me stories of my ancestors—warriors, healers, and seers—whose spirits still linger, waiting for me to reclaim what was always mine.

As I dive deeper into my own history, I begin to understand that my connection to my African ancestors is not simply a matter of heritage. It is a bond of energy, spirit, and purpose. The gods and my ancestors are intertwined, part of the same cosmic lineage that runs through my veins. I  realize that their strength, their wisdom, their magic, and their connection to the divine world are mine  to inherit. They have been waiting for me to claim this birthright, to remember who I truly am.

But this realization comes with responsibility. I am not just an individual; I am the bridge between the old world and the new, between the ancestors and the gods. The visions show me glimpses of what is possible when I embrace my true self—the power to heal, to protect, to command the elements, to connect deeply with the natural and spiritual worlds.

I now stand at the threshold of becoming, with my ancestors at my back and the gods guiding my way forward. The path is mine to choose, but one thing is certain—I am no longer lost. I am a descendant of greatness, with a direct connection to the gods who have shaped the earth and the spirits who have walked it. I am  part of an unbroken chain, and the time has come for me  to step fully into who I meant to be.