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


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