According to the story, a united human race speaking a single language and migrating eastward, comes to the land of Shinar. There they agree to build a city and a tower with its top in the sky. God, Yahweh (Demiurge) confounds their speech so that they can no longer understand each other, and scatters them around the world.

That’s the story we’ve been told.

By confusing language we may have been spared total destruction. Maybe, our ability to create with the word was inflated and en-route to breaking sacred law.

Maybe it was a punishment because we were getting close to something off limits? What if we were playing with a loaded gun, and didn’t know it?

Are we ready to try again? Most modern day languages are limited, blocked and stifled. Confusion abounds leading to separation and rivalry.

Awakening from the curse of Babel requires determination, love, faith and wisdom to self-correct our consciousness  and word into remembering Pure Speech.

This will awaken our New Self. One who knows the power of the word and is aware of all inner and outer conversations.

This is one of the strongest reasons I am going to learn Irish. My soul ‘knows’ this language and by speaking it, soul will expand in recognition, unlocking parts and places of essential memory.