This prayer was sent to me from a friend studying in Chile for the year. He got it from an indigenous "pagan" he knows down there. Enjoy:
May the ancients of this great and noble land who were deceived, raped, hunted, murdered, and displaced by our cruel and bigoted ancestors, throw off the shackles of their oppressors. May they cast their irons into the forging fires in order to fuel their righteous quest of truth.
May the ancients of the land resume their rightful stewardship and be returned their thrones.
May the spirits of this beautiful and glorious land who’ve had their glorious virtue choked out by our plundering and raping ancestors, rise up from their places of slumber and subjugation and reclaim what is rightfully theirs. May they rip asunder the choking foundations which poison them and conquer with light and shadow.
May the spirits of the land rise up twixt all places and rebirth their ineffable divinity.
May the stars of this wide and fruitful land who bore witness to the destruction of the immanent majesty by our vile and wrathful ancestors, oversee the toppling of the oppressors prismatic vanity. May they gaze upon Towers of Babble returning to dust during hungry, fiery storms of transformative rebirth.
May the stars of the land rain down their fire and bring forth the seeds of virgin remanifestation.
I am thankful for the Ancestors of this land.
Glory to those who walked this soil first,
And glory to all those who honor their name.
I am thankful for the Spirits of this land.
Glory to those who let us live among them,
And glory to those who never will surrender.
I am thankful for the Stars of this land.
Glory to the starfire which consumes and transforms,
And glory to that which will perpetually create anew.
I am thankful for this land.
I honor it’s ancient stewards,
And I curse those who would subjugate them.
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