Distressed at seeing her cry, I apologized. “I’m sorry I made you cry, Granma.”
She’s been here since Monday. It wasn’t until today, Thursday, after I made her cry, that she told me why she was here.
Yesterday and today, I did some energetic work on, and for, me. I concentrated solely on finishing clearing up my energy and that of my bloodline; generations of ancestors on both sides of my family – maternal and paternal.
Two intense sessions of – hopefully – completing one of my larger soul tasks in this life; energetically clearing ancestral cellular memories, karma, curses, contracts, promises, vows, oaths, beliefs and any other anchor passed down from any number of generations back.
Clean slates; freed energy; soul fragments retrieved, cleaned, blessed and returned so all of us can be whole again.
Granma dabbed her eyes. “I came to support you with this work.”
“Okay, but I don’t get it. Why are you crying?”
“Because I didn’t know it would affect me so strongly.”
She continued on, explaining that she was crying because she felt free and open.
I smiled. And I learned something new today.
The deceased who have crossed over can cry.
By Jan Toomer