90. Natascha from Siberia

Trusting the light
 

 
Natasha speaks from the people of the Siberian High Peoples. My name is actually another, but to your ears Natasha is easier to understand.
 
Siberia is huge. Infinite. A plateau created for magic and barrenness, for mysticism and poverty. For soul and depression. A country, an area of polarities that stands out when looking over the steppes, the grasses in the wind. To the starry sky. The sound of the wind. The roar of the hurricanes (which you also call different).
 
Siberia - land of suffering and infinite suffering.
 
I am here, in my place, to help alleviate this suffering. Because darkness has happened here and is still happening today. Far away from the public eye.
 
I'll prepare a sacred place here. I invite the light daily, greet it, dwell with it. I sanctify our ancestors, speak to them. Pay my respects to them and thank them.
I decorate my humble home with flowers. Put them on the altar. Smoker. Pray and sing. Sing the old songs, sounds of our ancestors. The steppe nomads.
 
Hear that hoofbeat?
It is the wild horses that once rode, ran and galloped across the steppe here. Theirs is the kingdom of heaven, for they have done much for us - so much!
 
I thank and adore the plants. The grasses. Everything that grows and blooms. We were given the care, the cautious, attentive handling. To nourish, to heal, to feed.
 
Let light return to this bagged, exploited land! Let the light shine again, let the people heal!
 
Light - holy, divine light in which I believe from the bottom of my heart!
 
And I believe that we Light brothers and sisters together will find the strength to heal this country in an association.
This country and Mother Earth, now called Noja.
 
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart! I love you and I feel loved. From all of you. And worn. Repealed as a whole. Because God leaves no one alone. I know that.
 
So I go back to my everyday life with a lively step, flowers in my hair!
 
God the Eternal, we great you!

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