A Personal Reflection on Ancestral Trauma

A Personal Reflection on Ancestral Trauma

Sitting alone in my corner of the room, I wondered how else I could help my soul family. Then, I was reminded of my own family. “Why are we all struggling?” This is a question I found myself asking repeatedly.

Struggles, after all, seem to weave through every part of our lives. For me, this question became deeply personal when I witnessed my father’s final months. His journey and the challenges it brought to my family illuminated the hidden roots of struggles and inspired my path toward healing.

A Family in Struggle

When I visited my dad in October 2023, my father’s health began to deteriorate and with it came a cascade of challenges. He was living alone in such a big house on a large property. But he was adamant about staying there despite his worsening condition.

I am thankful to the angels for giving my brother – the second of three brothers – the urge to go and see Dad. When he arrived, he found my dad in critical shape. He carried him to his truck and drove straight to the local hospital, 10 miles away. After a few days of hospital care, my dad was discharged and taken to my mother’s home.

My mother, who had recently built a tiny home near my youngest brother, gave it up for my brother who had taken my dad to the hospital so he could care for Dad. She moved into her old home which was already crowded with siblings, nieces, and nephews. The family worked together to support my dad but it was far from easy.

Caring for my father became a source of stress for everyone. His Alzheimer’s left him forgetful and his frailty required constant attention. My siblings took turns washing him, cleaning his room and handling his persistent requests to return to his home. This emotional and physical toll impacted not just the adults but also the children in the family.

When I visited my family for two months, I did my best to help. I spent time with my father, cleaned and washed him, his bed and his room. Each time he was fresh and clean, I noticed he felt calmer. He paid attention when I prayed for us and concluded with an Amen. He listened to songs he knew from his younger years and talked about those times a lot.

He couldn’t remember recent events and asked me who I was. When I told him, “My name is Jennifer,” he said, “My oldest daughter’s name is also Jennifer.” He praised this daughter of his – something I had never heard from him before. I wished I had recorded what he said but I was grateful he appreciated and looked highly upon me. I thanked him, telling him that I was his eldest daughter who was scared of him growing up.

It was nice to talk to him. We had a good laugh sometimes. When we were both stressed because he was unhappy, I helped him remember the good old days and he chuckled again.

But even then, the weight of the situation was palpable. I was still there when my uncle, my father’s cousin – who had been close to him and helped me with the ceremonies in October 2023 and after Dad’s passing – suffered a stroke. He passed away after I returned to Europe.

Grief and Responsibility

When my father passed, I couldn’t grieve immediately. I needed to be strong to help him transition. I stayed with my family for less than 40 days after his death, performing ceremonies and providing support. The back-to-back losses weighed heavily on me. It wasn’t until much later that I allowed myself to fully grieve for both my father and my uncle.

Inspiration from Grief

As I processed my grief, I began to reflect on the struggles my family and I had faced. Dad was not kind to any of us – his wife and children – when we were younger. We were physically, emotionally and mentally abused. At five years old, I took my younger siblings to hide when he physically hit my mom.

I thought about my family: the grandparents on both my parents’ sides were divorced. Most of my siblings and I have separated from our spouses or partners. My parents lived on their own property, 2.5 miles away from each other since 2007.

What were the roots of all these struggles? Why did they feel so pervasive? This reflection led me to see how much of our pain was tied to ancestral trauma – the unresolved patterns passed down through generations.

It became clear to me that these inherited struggles while heavy, were also an invitation. An invitation to heal, to transform and to create a new path forward. This realisation inspired me to focus my work on uncovering and addressing these root causes.

Helping Others Heal

From this journey, I made a decision: to help those who want to improve their lives by getting to know themselves first. True healing begins with understanding who we are, where we come from and the patterns we’ve inherited. Only then can we start to transform our struggles into strength.

Through new programmes like the Quantum Harmony Blueprint, I guide individuals in beginning their healing journeys. This programme is a starting point for understanding struggles, fostering kindness towards oneself and learning the foundational tools for self-healing. For those ready to explore deeper, Harmonic Awakening will provide the space to uncover roots, address ancestral trauma and discover profound transformation. (This programme is forthcoming but the vision is clear.)

With love and gratitude,

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