“When a woman of a certain African tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes into the jungle with other women and together they pray and meditate until the song of child appears. They know that every soul has its own vibration that expresses its particularity, uniqueness and purpose. Women tune the song and sing it out loud. Then they return to the tribe and teach it to everyone else.
When the child is born, the community comes together and sings his song. Then when the child begins his education, the village gets together and sings his song. When you start as an adult, people gather and sing it again. When it comes to his marriage, the person hears his song.
Finally, when the soul will leave this world, family and friends come to his bed and, as for his birth, sing the song to accompany the transition. In this African tribe there is another occasion on which the villagers sing the song. If at any time during its life the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, he is taken the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around him. So they sing his song.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is the love and the memory of his true identity. When we recognize our own song then we have no desire or need to do anything that might harm others. Your friends know your song and sing it when you forgot. Those who love you cannot be fooled by your mistakes or the dark images you show to others.
They remember your beauty when you feel ugly, you all when you're broken, your innocence when you feel guilty and your purpose when you're confused. I do not need a signed guarantee to know that the blood in my veins is of the earth and blows my soul as the wind freshens my heart like rain and cleanse my mind as the smoke of the sacred fire.”