They come to me
As if in a dream.
Meeting at the River
Just as it should be
As it’s always been.
An ancient soul dance
My ancestors and me.
Healing journeys are not linear. They are not always grounded in this reality. When you are on one, you know it. It’s usually accelerated soul growth. When you tango with death you gain a different perspective. The first thing you learn is not caring what other people think. It just takes too much energy. That’s why I’ve decided to tell you about my ancestors.
Many cultures have a special place in their hearts for their ancestors. Mine, not so much. The closest thing we do in regard to our ancestors is Memorial Day. And that comes with BBQ and a side of coleslaw. It’s not a deep spiritual connection. My ancestors are the reason I am. I think it’s important to honor them.
Through my life I’ve sensed my ancestors. When I smell old spice aftershave, I know my grandfather is with me. The hair on the back of my neck raises up when my dad visits. From time to time, my grandmothers will call my name. I have always known that my ancestors were not too far away. But after brain surgery and radiation my ancestral river overflowed. I started having intense dreams where we all sat on the riverbank, laughing and talking. Nowadays they visit me, and I visit them. Yes, you read that correctly. I frequently visit with my ancestors.
One evening I was really depressed. My head burned hot from the radiation and my latest MRI was questionable. I was exhausted, just bone tired. In my heart I was wondering if I wanted to live. I laid down to rest and stared out at my garden. Off to my right I could see two figures walking out of a mist towards me. They followed a well-worn path between our worlds and without a doubt I knew they had traveled that path many times. As the figures came into focus, I realized it was my dad and pee paw Tom. Suddenly, they stood over me and flooded my heart with an enormous amount of love. My first thought was that I had died, and they had come to escort me home. But that wasn’t what was going on.
My dad told me I needed to hang tight. Help was on the way. I was going to be okay and that I still had important work to do on this earth. As I looked over pee paw’s shoulder, I could see more of my ancestors hovering in the light, sending love. They too had come to help me, to support me. As my dad and pee paw faded away the phone rang. It was Merri Ann, a loving spiritual teacher. Help had indeed come.
Hope, Joy and Love
I don’t tell this story lightly. When I remember it, my soul is flooded with hope, joy, and love. I know my ancestors are right next to me. They are ready to help. I don’t believe that I am special. I’m pretty sure I am not the only one who interacts with their ancestors. I just bet others do too. Maybe even you? Our ancestors are big beautiful beings of light who love us and want to help us much like our guardian angel. Yes, there are angels but that’s a discussion for another post. I’ve learned that when we go on a healing journey our spirits can be set free to explore all kinds of possibilities.