Our Ancestors: Non-genealogical

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Recently my lovely daughter-in-law, Colleen, gave me a book, Younger Next Year. It has exercising advice for people over fifty. I’m really enjoying it and making changes in my exercise program. Much of what follows is taken directly from the book.

The focus of Younger Next Year is on how our bodies are oriented toward keeping us healthy. However, that focus is based on our evolution, which differs dramatically from our current lifestyle. The authors state that the human body is not some neat, integrated design. It is composite of parts that were taken from nature; parts that evolved from different species over millions and even billions of years. The only parts that are exclusively human are our opposable thumb and a few extra pounds of brain tissue. Everything else is from another species, no not chimps, but bacteria, dinosaurs, birds, worms, gazelles, lions … and the list goes on.

The messages that make these cells work are not the stuff of scientific or literary thought. They are electrical and chemical signals that predate the dawn of consciousness by eons of time. They are part of our physical brain, not our emotional brain nor our thinking brain. They were perfectly designed to help us live in the natural world, but were not designed for fast food, TV or retirement. Our bodies are gifts from trillions of these ancestor-cells, and the fact that we are alive today means every single one of them survived.

The problem is that they survived because they were perfectly suited to our past lifestyle, namely, hunting and foraging. While hunting, we spent a lot of energy in a shorter amount of time chasing and killing wild game. When foraging, we spent less energy over a longer amount of time gathering plants, berries and other edibles. The combination of these exercise lifestyles left us physically lean, powerful and efficient.

That was in the spring, summer and fall. Winter, however, was a different story; longer hours of darkness, colder temperatures, less food. It was a period of slow starvation and less activity. We survived because our bodies slowed down, we became somewhat depressed and didn’t expend as much energy on activity, and probably slept more hours each day. Our bodies were in the decaying mode in the winter months. But when the next springtime-summer-fall arrived, we flourished once again.

Flash forward to 2013. What is our mode of life like today? Is it more like spring-summer-fall? Or is it like winter? Winter is the correct answer. Low-grade depression combined with physical decay is our lifestyle mode, unfortunately. We are not getting enough physical activity.

You might ask, isn’t this just nature’s way? The answer is a resounding NO! This physical decay is not caused by aging, it is caused by our lifestyle choices. Our lifestyle choices cause our bodies to go into the ‘winter’ mode. Our bodies send out so many winter-mode signals that the sum of their traffic is greater than the total of all internet messages and telephone calls in the world each day.

Exercise, proper exercise, is the only way to change the messages being sent out by our bodies. The recommended exercises are walking, which is analogous to foraging, mixed in with weight training and strenuous exercise like running or swimming, which simulate hunting. Walking should be the largest part, three or four times a week. Strenuous exercise and weight training should make up the other two or three, depending on how often you decide to exercise. Each workout should last forty-five to sixty minutes, including warm up and cool down periods.

Now you know why you spent all those hours working out like crazy at the gym and never lost weight. Strenuous workouts tell your body to eat more food and build up muscle mass. They don’t reduce the fat cells around the waist. On the other hand, walking at a moderate pace works on the fat cells, but doesn’t build up much muscle. Combining both types of exercise is best.

If you want more information on how to work in unison with your physical ancestors to get fit, read Younger Next Year, by Chris Crowley and Henry S. Lodge, M.D.

Next blog: Soul Retrievals

Our Ancestors: Past Life Regression


Sometime in the 1970’s I remembered a past life as a young woman living in Europe. I saw soldiers in fancy blue uniforms with red stripes and large hats with a red feather in them. They carried muskets with bayonets. I didn’t write down all the details and unfortunately that’s all I remember.

In June of 2010 Susan, a friend of mine, offered to conduct a past life regression session for a small group of friends. As I remember it, we sat upright in chairs in small room with the lights lowered. Susan relaxed us and gave us instructions that led us back to one of our past lives. Periodically she said things like, “look down at your feet and remember what you see”. But she also gave us a lot of freedom for our personal experience.

Regression: Moving back through birth, I felt the warmth of my mother’s skin, and then the secure feeling of the liquid in her womb; warm loving feelings. Next we were instructed to move back to a previous life of our choosing.

I was in a primeval forest with enormous trees; their roots were large and pushed up above the ground. The forest was beautiful. It was my home; secure, no worries, very comfortable.

My feet were bare, bony and brown. My brown legs were thin but muscular. At first I thought I was a woman but then realized I was wearing a tunic made of animal skin. The year was 762 (BCE?, AD?). My name was Maztec and I was an aboriginal Indian. I had jet black hair, thin arms, a long bony nose and high cheekbones. I was 36 and wore a headband that had a colored ornament on the front, an insignia of rank. I was a leader – a minor chief or priest. People around me were doing their chores; children were playing. When anyone needed anything – even information – they’d say, “Ask Maztec”. I believed we lived in what is now South America, perhaps Chile. I saw large pots of clay, some had a blue glaze.

At Susan’s instructions I pictured the end of this regressed life: I’m now in my 90’s with long white hair and a loincloth, laying on a flat stone bed. A young girl with dark hair stands next to me holding my hand. I kiss it just before I die. Then I rise up above my body and float upward. At this point the regression ended and we returned to present.

A few days after this experience I went online and searched the name Maztec. I didn’t remember ever hearing that name before. My search revealed that there is a group of Indians, named the Maztec Indians, who now live in southern Mexico. I was pleasantly surprised. According to information I found, they have lived in that area for centuries.

Next blog: Ancient Wisdom – Spiritual Guides

Our Ancestors


Last week I performed two journeys: one to find out where sadness was coming from in myself and family ancestors; the other to perform healing for my family and ancestors to reestablish lost connections that would provide love and support for all the McAllisters and Bergstroms past and present. Both families left Europe in the late 1800’s to find the American dream. When you emigrated in the late 1800’s, it meant you would never see your friends and family members again. It would be as though they had died. How sad.

Both of the journeys I made worked out well and the lost connections were re-established. I felt as though I had performed a good deed for my loved ones. That brings me to today, September 6th. It is the 15th anniversary of the loss of my wife, Marilyn. I decided to visit the cemetery where she,  the Gordon relatives and the McAllister relatives are buried. It is always a sad occasion so I decided to change my approach for this visit. Instead of saying prayers and telling them I missed them, I decided I would tell them how much I appreciated what they had done for me and my children. I named the occasion Ancestors Day.

On the way to the cemetery I bought a dozen roses. I left half of them at the McAllister graves and half at the Gordon headstone where Marilyn is buried. I shed some tears at both sites, but this time I gave them my thanks for all the things they had done, all the sacrifices they had made, even for things I didn’t know they did on my behalf. Finally I thanked them for the good health and heredity they have passed on to me and my family. By the time I finished I felt very good. I’m going to do that every year. From now on, September 6th is Ancestors Day.

I hoped my helpful spirit friends would approve of this approach. I got back in my car. As I started down the cemetery road a large bird flew out of a tree up ahead and landed on the left side of the road. I slowed as I passed it, not ten feet away. It was a young, red-tailed hawk. They grow to be 22 inches long with a wingspan of 50 inches. This one was almost fully grown. The red-tailed hawk is one of my power animals and represents Visionary Power and Guardianship. I was happy to encounter such a positive omen. As I passed, it flew back up into the trees; a wonderful ending for a wonderful visit.

Next blog: Communicating with Nature – the element of Water.

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