A Child's Song by Alan Cohen

When a woman in a certain African tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends and together they pray and meditate until they hear the song of the child.

They recognize that every soul has its own vibration that expresses its unique flavor and purpose. When the women attune to the song, they sing it out loud. Then they return to the tribe and teach it to everyone else.

When the child is born, the community gathers and sings the child’s song to him or her. Later, when the child enters education, the village gathers and chants the child’s song. When the child passes through the initiation to adulthood, the people again come together and sing. At the time of marriage, the person hears his or her song.

Finally, when the soul is about to pass from this world, the family and friends gather at the person’s bed, just as they did at their birth, and they sing the person to the next life.

To the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another. A friend is someone who knows your song and sings it to you when you have forgotten it. Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little wobbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

-Alan Cohen

Cristy

Hola, Piyali, Hello! I am a queer Latina Chicana mestiza ((detribalized Caxcan/ Iberian colonial) mother, storyteller and decolonial somatic psychotherapist licensed in California with fourteen years of clinical experience in the field of depth psychology. My private practice, Imaginal Therapy + Sacred Arts, centers soul care and offers ketamine journeys. I am a graduate of Loyola Marymount University, Pacifica Graduate Institute and the Hakomi Institute of California. I specialize in intergenerational trauma, healing the family soul for personal and cultural transformation, and psychedelic/entheogen integration. I work with clients in a holistic approach to connect to collective wisdom through imagination, intuition, mindfulness, embodiment, dreamwork and creative expression. My treatment focus is on relationship, cultural wounds, trauma resolution, ancestral lineage repair, animist parenting, kinship ethics, and reconnecting to the sacred.

I am a certified Ancestral Lineage Healing practitioner and also an initiated serpent medicine keeper and priestess in sacred arts with 8 years of training. As a ritualist and coach, I offer virtual mentoring and circles globally. I am steeped in my traditions, mythology, cultura and roots, originally from the villages of Juchipila, Zac, Mexico, born and raised in Tongva lands, Los Angeles, residing on Nisenan land, Sacramento. My lineage gifts are in storytelling, dignity, sweetness, relating to the spirit magic of bee, deer, maize, and cacao. I have been given the medicine name, Cloud Serpent. I am honored to reclaim reverence for my mother mountain, Tlachialoyantepec, a sacred site. I hold a vow with my people to live the repair, in service of the anima, mundi, the world soul.

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