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the ancestors

Though I work with and honour my Ancestors throughout the year, Winter is the time that the work calls me loudly. Today as I was sitting in meditation, a message began to take form. As the child of an adopted parent, it seems there are some pieces of the web that are frayed.

My mother, having been adopted at a very early age, has many familial cords attached to her, some precariously while others are more firm. However, these cords are disorganized and do not reconnect where they should. I have been shown that this is an area where much healing is still to be done. I shall have to journey on that and see how that I can assist in this process, for the better good of the whole line.

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