The smell of a “too hot” cast iron skillet is pretty awful, I thought it was the worst of the day. I went to bed and my dogs decided I only needed 12″ of the mattress to sleep on, so I got up. That topped the cast iron “too hot” smell. But then … a complete stranger living with the pain of ancestors trauma decided to take out hatred and anger on me for no reason, insinuating I must be putrid. This is the icing on the evenings cake, and it is sad, for there are many hearts who are in the grip of this horrible pain, and the only solution they have to deal with it is lashing out and blaming others … others who had no part in the history made.
We are in the midst of creating history this very moment. To make this tale a good one, we must stop with the continuation of the old stories, the old experiences, we must build a new life which starts from square one. Out with the old, in with the new.
It is scary, for this pain has become the only friend some people have. For many years it kept me company, and anger was there too. I have had my fill of these two, they do not belong in the world I live in now, nor are they invited into my future.
Hurt people hurt others, until they decide they have had enough.
My hope is that it becomes easier for us all to accept the credit we deserve for the energies we put into the world. Healing the old stories in our personal lives will assist the ancestors in their own release … if this is something you can relate to. The cycle must end somewhere, and it will … whether we determine the change, or are given it.