Those that are highly tuned to heritage and past generations speak frequently of the ancestors. Their bond is strong, something to be cherished.
I have always longed for this. It was never clear to me what my genealogy is, who my relatives were, or for that matter, who my nearest relatives are. Even grandmothers did not seem too interested in speaking of their life, or knowing me.
As a believer in reincarnation, I recently wondered what happens to those who’s family line ends with them. If future relatives are non-existent, and no more bodies are to be produced in the familial line, does this mean that all souls in that family line can no longer be birthed into the world?
Hopefully there is a kabosh put on 5G, and wireless in general, for this technology damages ova in females. With ova being broken down, the dna breaks down as well. It has potential for wiping out the human race in just a few generations, at least the ‘human race’ we’ve been accustomed to.
Thinking of ancestry now, it is apparent that the way generational family trees spread out, over time the heritage lines have been interwoven in such a major way that there will most likely always be a body born for us to return to.
With that thought, I’ll turn off the radio, lean my head back, and just still the mind … see what shows up.