Family Heirlooms: Here to Stay or Time to Release?
Have you ever felt that no matter how much inner work you do there is something stuck that just won’t release? Some hidden anger that flares out or a deep sorrow that is unconnected to anything in your experience? Perhaps it is dogged unworthiness that just won’t resolve?
These are signs that point to a long line of ancestral beliefs and behaviors that have been passed down for generations until they inhabit future generation as a “natural” way of existing.
In my family, it was passing down of family heirlooms. The lace that great, great grandma made by hand. The silver tea set that was used for company and had to be polished just in case someone dropped in. The chest of drawers, the handmade quilt. You get the idea. While these material things are beautiful, I am finding that they no longer have any use in the modern world. And my children’s children will not understand their significance once I am gone.
We all probably know by now that there are behaviors and beliefs that have been lovingly, or perhaps not so lovingly, passed down for generations. The beliefs and behaviors of not having enough food, money, self-love, or fill in the blank, the list goes on. Anger, resentment, sorrow, hatred of self or others all come down the ancestral pipeline.
However, just because ”it runs in the family” doesn’t mean it has to continue down the line. The future generations no longer need any of our old junk in order to create a more beautiful and opulent world. They are bringing their own light and do not need anything or anyone to dim it.
My “hand-me-down" was about unworthiness. I certainly didn’t want my children’s children to have to deal with the ugliness of not feeling valued and worthy to be living. It had to stop with me. I had to take a stand for the future generations.
Historically, over many centuries, women had been treated as chattel and not worthy of being seen or heard; not worthy or smart enough to educate or to be allowed to own land or a business. As wives, women were basically slaves to their husbands needs and whims. And daughters were married off so that the father could improve his finances, expand his property or simply so he could have one less mouth to feed. Ouch! (well, actually ouch doesn’t even touch the outrage it brings up within me)
As I investigated within, I couldn’t pin down when unworthiness blossomed in my lifetime so I eventually looked at my family tree. With this in mind, I began clearing my ancestral lineage. Without knowing the ancestor’s name or the generational timeline they lived, I energetically went up the maternal side of my family until I felt like I had found the initiating cause and the person.
I was able to energetically find and release the feeling of unworthiness. Once the initialing cause was seen and acknowledged, the ancestors were happy to allow the unworthiness they had been carrying for generations to be released. I sent them love and gratitude for all that they did to the best of their abilities given their circumstances. Wow, was that beautiful to feel.
I then blessed the future generations with love, giving them freedom of choice, knowing absolutely that this feeling of unworthiness stopped with me.
Since then, I have cleared other behaviors and beliefs that have been part of my family tree, poverty consciousness, anger, shame, fear. Not only do I feel more whole and light-filled, I am watching my children blossom with light and love, not fearful of reaching for the best within them to shine.
if you are curious about clearing the generational “heirlooms” of behavior and beliefs that your family has hung onto, then join me on Zoom to experience a clearing for yourself. I will be holding a series of four clearings on Zoom beginning on May 6, 2025 at 6 pm PT.
TO LEARN MORE AND TO REGISTER VIST: Ancestral Healing Virtual Workshop
And, oh yeah, I will become a grandmother this year (2025.) I cannot wait to see what freedom and light this sweet angel brings to our family. Ancestral Clearing, what a gift to give and receive.
Namaste, Susan