(a journal entry received from beyond, after journaling about my sense that my grandfather, with whom I had a challenging relationship, was haunting me. He was an avid gardener who loved to take photos of flowers, but he was also full of racism, sexism, and patriarchal views. In other words, he saw beauty in nature, but not necessarily in people.)
Beloved,
There is a thin line between love and hate. Seeing the beauty of things like flowers is a way of loving, expressing love, and living from the heart.
Tend now to the sapling of your new Self as you tentatively grow and break the surface of darkness, and womb-ness. This is a period of new birth and new growth.
Your ancestors represent your inherited thought processes –> but you need not have those thought processes be your legacy. You are free to leave a different legacy, a different thought process, a different world.
The energy from the past needs healing and that energy is moving towards you. It is attracted to you precisely because the healing energy of love and forgiveness is pulsing through you. The past is over. It can touch you not. Yet you can touch it, love it, heal it, and tenderly let it go.
The healing of God’s Children is all this world is for, it’s only purpose. Healing the living and the dead. Transformation of the past is like a fire in the forest. It is necessary to burn the undergrowth that is strangling the new growth. To clear out the debris that is strangling the tender shoots of new life. The refiner’s fire incinerates the vestiges of the past, turning them to ash and dust and compost that nurtures the new.
It is now time to clear the past debris. Let it burn and dissipate into dust and ash and smoke. Then let it settle, for the rains will come to cleanse the air, and water the soil. And the tender new shoots will multiply and reach towards the sun, the canopy, the crown.
And new life will make a home here. Will grow in the compost of what was. Will be fertilized by the remnants of love from the past, decaying back into the earth, the soil.
There is truth that lives and truth that dies. But what dies in hate lives on until it is transformed into love. Be about the work of transformation. Help the past to decay. You were built to withstand the fire, and withstand it you shall. Your roots will not be damaged and nor will your crown, but there will be some singe-ing along the way. You will be burned. Your bark will heal and your rings of life will forever record the fire that was.
Help heal the past. Dedicate this time to transforming the energy of the past that is now ready to die, to compost, to become the fertile ground of the new. And in this fertile soil, We will grow the new, for the generations yet to come.
And so it is, Amen.
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