Portal: A Return to Sacred Remembering - Spoken Word by Jules Andersen

This is not just a call to action—

This is a return.

A return to something ancient.

Something sacred and divine.

Something that colonial systems tried to bury—

But could never kill.

Because we are still here. Together.

Breathing.

Beating.

Becoming.

Before supreme authority was conceptualized ,

Before borders were drawn in blood,

We all came from sacred breath and soil—

From ritual fires and grandmother songs,

From drumbeats and divinations,

From mountains that spoke and rivers that forgave.

We all come from this.

Scandinavian’s sang to Freyja beneath the northern lights.

The Irish laid offerings at Brigid’s sacred well.

African’s danced to the Orishas by moonlight.

Persians lit the eternal fire in devotion to cosmic order.

First Nations people sat in ceremony with smoke rising to the sky.

Each rooted in land, in lineage, in life’s wild web.

But then—

Colonialism came like a global storm

Pretending to bring light,

But casting long shadows.

And now, we gather at this threshold—

This portal.

This Juneteenth.

Juneteenth is not just a date on the calendar.

It is a soul cry, echoing through timelines,

A sacred drumbeat in the bones of this land.

It says:

“No more forgetting.”

“No more silence mistaken for peace.”

….

I do not come with answers.

I come bare-hearted. Spirit-bowed.

As a white-bodied medicine woman,

I come to remember.

To remember the wounds my ancestors carried, Before they ever touched this soil—

That were burned, hunted, beaten and stripped

Of their languages, their songs, and their drums.

And in their own pain…

They arrived here on Turtle Island with wounds that shaped their actions and inflicted harm.

Trauma became dominate power .

Wounds became weapons.

Violence became control.

And the illusion of superiority was sold as truth.

But Juneteenth does not let illusions live any longer. 

It shakes us awake.

It calls us to truth.

To repair.

To witness. 

To honor.

To respect.

This is not a holiday to consume—

This is a grief ritual.

A portal.

A reckoning.

A remembering.

As white bodied humans, We must gaze into our privilege—

Not to drown in guilt and shame,

But to rise in holy responsibility.

To become the ancestors the future is praying for.

Because dismantling colonial systems is not just political—

It is spiritual.

It is reclaiming the sacred ways

That lived long before religion, before empire, before separation.

We listen.

We witness.

We humble ourselves before the truth.

We bow to the unnamed elders

Who carried hierarchical illusions on broken backs

And still sang to the stars.

And I vow and call into action

To turn the remembering into right action.

To turn the grief into grace-filled justice.

Because we are not separate.

We are one breath.

One body.

One beloved whole.

And Juneteenth…

is a portal.

To liberation not just declared,

But embodied.

To justice not just imagined,

But lived.

To a world

Where we rise together—

Anointed by soul memory,

Aligned in truth,

And held by the ancestors

who never stopped dreaming us free and united as One Love.

Step Into the Portal of Your Own Remembering

1:1 Soul Work with Jules Andersen

If this message stirred something in you—
If you feel the pull to unravel inherited stories, reclaim sacred truth, and transmute pain into purpose—
I invite you into personal spiritual guidance sessions with me.

Together, we’ll work through:

• Ancestral wounding and lineage healing

• Nervous system recalibration

• Shadow integration and sacred grief work

• Reconnection to your intuitive knowing and soul path

This is not therapy. This is a return to your essence.
A reclamation. A remembering. A revolution—within.

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Let’s walk this path of sacred responsibility and liberation—together.

You are the one your ancestors prayed for.
And I am here to walk beside you.