Rakel - Angakker

May we all remember to live by the values we ask of others.

THE MISSING LINK

For years, I have felt a frustration I couldn’t quite put into words.

I could sense the position I was standing in, but I couldn’t explain what it was.

I would look back at the knowledge of our ancestors — their practices, their understanding of the land and sea, and their ways of living.

And then I would look at us today.

How we relate to our culture.
How we perceive ourselves.
What we value — and what we have learned to value less.
What we have come to accept as normal.

Somewhere between the two, I felt there was a connection I was missing.

What disappeared was part of us too.

But perhaps something else changed as well.

What if the reference point itself shifted?

That question led me to the idea of the baseline trap.

I don’t see it as a final answer. But it has given me a way to explore something I have struggled to articulate for years.

This is my attempt to put the understanding I have so far into words.

I’m reading my diaries from when I was 19 — the years when I had no teacher to guide me through what I experienced as an uncontrolled opening to the spirit world, and which was understood clinically as psychosis.

I came across this prayer from 2004. 🖤

Dear ancestors,
6 February 2004, Aarhus

I don’t know if what I am doing is wrong. I hope I am not crossing a boundary.

Today has been different from other days — a mixture of deep loneliness, and yet I feel surrounded by goodness, or peace. I have also felt pain, but at the same time, as though I am being relieved of it, healed.

I have also felt like a truly good person, but also like a detached, selfish person.

I have a prayer for you, highly honoured ones: Help me to become a good person who does not hurt others or act unjustly, and who does not become selfish, but who can stand as a whole human being, so that I may help my people, my land, my loved ones up there, where the land is unlike anywhere else in the world, filled with hope and Arctic mysticism.

Teach me to help without having to give myself up or become weak. Teach me to find strength and preserve my faith in life and in our God. (Sila)

Bless my beloved (future life partner). Let us be happy in our life together. Bless us. Never let the love between us run out, and let us one day be blessed through our blood, becoming one, becoming one flesh. Her, him — whichever you wish.

Thank you for life. Forgive me for having been close to giving up so often. Protect us from all evil. May the world be healed.

Let love and wisdom prevail. Accept my humble gift.

With love,
Aviaja Sanimuinaq

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The dark season is approaching – and with it, the spirits begin to make themselves known at night again.

My daughters are often the first to sense it.

Last night they came running downstairs, terrified. I had come home from work carrying something with me that I should not have brought into our home.

The television turned itself on and off. The cat moved with her belly low to the floor, staring towards the stairs. From behind the blackout curtains came a sound like creaking wheels.

Watching the girls’ fear was difficult.

There are moments in this work when I miss a detail. When I don’t close something properly, or realise quickly enough that something has followed me. Those moments make me deeply angry with myself – especially when my children are the ones who sense it before I do.

But I am not without teachings for what happens next.

My mother knows this world.

My grandfather knew it.

My great-grandmother knew it.

My lineage has cleared spirits from homes since before time. So when I stand in my own home today, quietly reciting the words I have been taught while clearing out, I am drawing from experience that did not begin with me.

And today, the teaching continues with my daughters.

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