Our ancestors were survivalists.
They set foot adventuring this world we call life in order to provide safety, nurturing love and provisions to keep the next generation fueled.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to connect with our ancestors especially since this time of the year honors such a familiar energy.
Kinship has not always been an easy connection for me though.
I struggle daily to show gratitude for a family I’ve come to dishonor and disrespect.
My love is generous to those that meet my expectations and how ghastly daring it is to put my ego on such a pedestal. I just didn’t understand why I felt so disturbed by the state of my family. My parents married young, had me shortly after and divorced ten years later. I don’t think I hold grudges toward this natural and acceptable case of falling out, but I do want answers to what I have to learn from such a family.
And the insight I received was by dealing with the dead.
Energy is ever-present and even though I never met my whole family from the dawn of humanity itself, I do feel a calling to connect with any of them to try and piece together what my purpose and family goals should be at least in this life time.
We all are connected even to the dead.
An exchange of energy merely happens when two people have sex and of course in the straight lingo of our species; babies are the gift of such a passionate and romantic tango. In some cases the conception is not all just and fair as my ideal self would like to believe and of course this imbalance seethes for generations and I believe we have our family spats and mishaps because bad energy avalanched for so many years creating a bigger mess of ignorance and intolerance.
Since I value color as a sacred tool for understanding this world, I hit to my intuition and let the colors connect me to my ancestors to unveil the inherited truths of both my maternal and paternal bloodlines.
I won’t get into super specifics about the astonishing hit the nail on the head moments but I did connect to a dominating female presence that is both beautiful and meticulous. Well-equipped in controlling her emotions…crying in front of others is not in her manner. I inherited her charisma and love for people. A home-bound activist struggling to lift her family out of poverty which is the repeating lesson in my family tree. The colors that stepped through for me to really connect with my ancient bloodline were centered in the navel, root and heart chakras. Three main energy centers that I focus on maintaining daily because I definitely feel like they need extra greasing.
All we can do now is learn from our family’s past in order to improve the future.
Uprooting this information has helped me tune into my spiritual DNA and if you would like to check the color reading out – click here to connect with your ancestors in color.
I just read for myself and these lessons and synchronicities that came through in the reading are affirming lots of my struggles right now with home. I hope that Ms. Shea (that’s the color that came forth) is more beauty and less beastly so I can expand as she wanted to so many years ago.