Posts Tagged ‘ancestors’
I dreamt about my grandma last night, and was delighted that she showed up as her sassy, irreverent, saucy self in my dream. That’s the grandma I miss…the tough-as-nails, fearless warrior who always brought me the feeling of safety – usually with some other feelings as well. Everything roses includes a few thorns.
I’m not sure what connected us in my dreamtime. Perhaps it was because Mark’s mom told many funny stories about the people who live in the retirement home where her uncle lives. She told us of the woman who says the same thing over and over again – and knows it – then a 97 year old woman who remarked that she hoped someone would hit her if, indeed when, she gets to the age where she starts repeating herself. The stories were so sweet…one woman ate SIX Fudgesicles and then some of the other residents started donating theirs to her because she loved them so much. No doubt she is not diabetic!
Last night before going to sleep I read a few more pages in Robert Moss’s excellent book, Conscious Dreaming. His book has been an amazing journey of acknowledgment… a pillow to sink into knowing that all of this ‘stuff’ I’ve experienced my entire life is not only very real, but also that many, many people have dipped into these worlds, too.
I read about the dead, ancestors is what I call them, last night. A topic I have not always embraced because of the sheer volume of them that are in our world. Running away from them most of my life never seemed to work, and finally, with the aid of some fabulous teachers, I was able to simply switch my attention and voila…they disappeared from my sight.
Perhaps reading of those we love and how they are always with us brought her to my dreams. Before I drifted off to sleep, I thought of the time when she came with an urgent message and other times when she came to comfort me when I had post partum depression. The smell of cigarettes always preceded her arrival in my awake hours. She smoked five packs a day at one point, so it is a smell I associate with her – even when I dream.
Regardless of the reason, I’m grateful I got to spend some time with her last night. She was funny, questioning everything – as usual. I don’t regret many things in my life, but the one thing I do regret is that I didn’t listen to my intuition the day she died. I knew she was passing over that day, and for some reason I just didn’t force my way to get to her. I kept being told she was okay, but I knew she wasn’t. I was on high alert that day despite the numbing of my post partum depression.
Afterward, she came to visit and we had a long talk about how life is, and how it isn’t. How things look one way when they are really something else. She took good care of all of us all of our lives. In my entire life she was the ‘sure’ thing I knew. Despite the gifts of God…the helpers and such, she was the thing I knew for sure.
And, as I write this, I now understand why she came in a dream last night…as I trust at higher and higher levels…it is the feeling I always had with her that is the feeling of trust I’m reaching for in my connection with Divine. She was that personified.
Thanks, Grandma! I miss you…a dream hug just isn’t the same. It will have to do for now.
I recorded the show, Who Do You Think You Are, weeks ago and just got around to watching it. We’ve watched all the other episodes, and this one features Brooke Shields who finds out *SPOILER ALERT – Don’t continue reading if you haven’t watched this and it is still sitting on your DVR or TiVo* she is related to French Royalty.
She can’t believe it and talks about how she majored in French Literature and also feels so ‘at home’ and ‘comfortable’ in France. She wonders if this might have something to do with her DNA.
What I can share from all the sessions I’ve done with people who were looking to ‘find themselves’ is that our ancestors are very much alive and well; eager to assist us on our journey. I’ve seen over and over again how these sessions have brought up some missing link between the ancestral past and the current modern day life. For instance, one woman I worked with had a grandfather who came to see her and who told her to quit fighting so much. He told her that her family was all about protecting others from having their property stolen, but that she didn’t need to continue doing this. She confirmed that her grandfather lived in South America and that is exactly what the family did – they were in place to keep other tribal nations from encroaching on their territory. However, she had no idea she was carrying this warrior energy in her half-cocked and ready for a fight at any time. She was able to release her fight and then focus her massive energy on something that was constructive.
For me, the last couple of years have found me trying to find my father’s ancestors. I know his mother was a full-blood Native American and that the family lived in Oklahoma. My maiden name is Colbert – that is a pretty big name in Oklahoma, but I still can’t seem to find my dad’s family. I feel especially pulled to locate ‘my people’ as my intuitive abilities strengthen and I work more and more with the grandmothers and grandfathers who come to work with my clients – both at retreats and also in sessions. I feel that my next mentor is actually one of my ancestors. I have many in the spirit world who assist, but this feels like a woman, possibly a man, who knows how to live in both worlds.
If there is a part of you that is restless, and you feel pulled to look at your ancestry, then by all means do it! It is likely your ancestors who are calling out to you – and guiding you in ways that are truly amazing.
Who do you think you are? You are so much more than you probably can even imagine. Find out!


