Awaken to the God of Your Ancestors

As you call upon the God of Elijah, Moses, Paul, or any other venerated figures of spiritual history, do not forget to remember your own ancestors — those who walked this earth before you, who prayed, fasted, dreamed, healed, worked, and paved the way for your existence today.

There is no separation between the saints you read about and the ancestors who carried the blood that now flows through your veins. The only difference is perspective. While some traditions have exalted their forebears into sainthood and preserved their memory in sacred texts, others have taught their children to forget theirs, or worse — to reject them.

This must change.

Your ancestors are not demons. They are not strangers to divinity. They are not separate from God. They were and still are instruments of the divine — keepers of sacred knowledge, bearers of prayers, builders of civilization, healers, prophets, and guides.

The same Creator that answered Elijah also answered your forefather who climbed the hills barefoot to pray for rainfall. The same divine intelligence that poured visions into the mouth of Ezekiel once whispered to your great-grandmother through sacred herbs, chants, and dreams.

To call upon the God of Paul while forgetting the God of your grandmother is to lose half your inheritance. To praise the God of David but never invoke the God of your own lineage is to forsake the throne that rightfully belongs to your Orí — your divine essence.

Now is the time to awaken.

Awaken from the mental slumber of religious conditioning that made you see your own bloodline as unworthy. Awaken from the spiritual poverty that has you reaching outward for power while ignoring the divine gold buried within your roots. Awaken from the ignorance that made you believe that holiness must look foreign or be written in another language.

Begin to remember. Begin to reconnect.

Speak the names of your ancestors with love and honor. Pour libation to the earth that received their bones. Offer prayers, however simple, in their memory. Ask them for guidance. Ask them for strength. Ask them for clarity. They have been waiting.

This is not a call to idolatry. This is a call to memory. A call to return. A call to rise. For no tree flourishes by rejecting its roots. And no people thrive by forgetting their lineage.

Every time you open your mouth to bless your children, bless them in the name of both the Creator and your ancestors. Teach them that the holy is not only in books but also in blood, in dreams, in names, in memory, and in spirit. Teach them that the divine flows through their DNA, that the sacred can be inherited — not just preached.

The age of spiritual amnesia is coming to an end. Enlightenment is calling. Do not die in ignorance. Do not pass confusion to your children. Pass wisdom. Pass reverence. Pass connection. Pass the power of knowing who they are and where they come from.

And when you walk in that light, your ancestors will walk with you, and your prayers will rise with double strength — carried not just by your voice, but by the echoes of those who came before.

Let your remembrance be a revolution. Let your awakening be an altar. And let your children never forget that they, too, are descendants of saints.