Returning to Cascadia and Belonging

Lush Northwest forest floor-very Twin Peaks

Returning home. Where is home?  Do you belong to the land you were birthed on, or to your ancestral heritage, or to the past-life influences that weave throughout this incarnation? How can we reclaim our multidimensionality, belonging again to everything as we once knew?

I ponder belonging a lot.  I am genetically Scandinavian & German, have an extended Japanese family, and feel deeply drawn to a variety of other cultures. Belonging to me is a sense of home. A resting place where you have such peace that you are truly able to sink into it and feel supported. Where your heart is filled with a quiet comfort and knowing. I have found this level of connection within nature & my sacred practices, my artistic creations & adventure travels, and through the dream-time & certain spiritual communities.

I have returned to the land of my birth, Cascadia, for an art show and am pondering where I belong.

I actually feel many of us have been searching for a sense of belonging our whole lives. We have carried a deep sense of isolation at times, remembering enough to know have lived in other ways. We have known connection & cooperation, we have lived our passions, we have been in balance with ourselves and the natural world. I believe we are on the cusp of a profound remembrance. We are on the verge of the 5th world of harmony and peace that the Hopi prophesized. Just as Homeopathic medicine works, sometimes things get  worse before they become better. That’s where we are now. So hang on, and look for the kinship that reveals itself, and keep the faith through the fatigue and disillusionment because WE ARE THE VISION CARRIERS- do not forget this, and remind each other when we do. We have come here to shift the paradigms, and we all matter.


“You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is THE HOUR.

And there are things to be considered…

Where are you living?

What are you doing?

What are your relationships?

Are you in right relation?

Where is your water?

Know your garden.

It is time to speak your Truth.

Create your community.

Be good to each other.

And do not look outside yourself for the leader.

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, “This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Oraibi, Arizona Hopi Nation

So know that I am here, one of the tribe, who is paddling down the river with you.

Blessings, Kwahu  Abeja

  2 comments for “Returning to Cascadia and Belonging

  1. November 28, 2009 at 2:17 pm

    I have long been drawn to this message, that this is the hour…the web of my life has been unwoven, and my relationships stripped down to the relationship with self. To rebuild from the ashes of my life…for humanity to rebuild something new and strong from all that has broken….much to ponder, much work to do.

    The dreams were good and the dreams sustained in the time of sleep
    Waking to the reality of the human circus,
    the depths of confusion and selfishness that blight the planet
    what is the first step to reclaiming balance
    integrity and honor
    that is no dream?


  2. October 9, 2009 at 3:00 pm

    Yup, the river carries us, such fun to float along looking with wonder at the passing scenery.


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