Ghosts come to me.
That is just what I do – I see them and hear them.
But they also come to each of you. There is not one person to whom this has not happened, considering all our dearly departed are in fact with us nearby. They might even be here with you now as you read these lines.
My job is to see them and hear them and, as their trusted person, to pass on to people what they want to say. Remember that these ghosts were once living people, parts of whom you are carrying around in your genes – your ancestors.
And they need one thing, which only the living can give them – memory.
“Can give” and, really, must give.
Memory is even a mark of respect that we all should give to those who brought us into this life.
Those who gave us our character traits, talents, patterns of behaviour, complexion, eye color, and hair.
In many ways – our fate.
They are nearby in order to give us strength. Teach us to overcome difficulties, save us from mistakes, help us to achieve what we – and they – want.
What happens when we push away their help? When we do not think that there were millions of years of successive lives and loves of these people who led to our appearance into the world?
In a case when descendents cannot draw strength and experience from previous generations, they have no strength left for carrying on the family line. This can happen for various reasons. Sometimes a person can start considering themselves more successful, smarter and more educated than his ‘illiterate’ ancestors. Sometimes ancestors are forgotten as the result of revolutions, civil wars or catastrophes. Sometimes it might even be frightful to have an ‘undesirable’ relative or ancestor. So they get forgotten, or – to be more precise – disowned.
Disowning one’s roots is the most harmful thing a living being can do.
What happens if one disowns half (a quarter, an eighth, or even all) of one’s genes?
Imagine a tree that rejects its roots!
This is a common problem for modern civilisation. Taking the side of material possessions, pleasures and joy, people turn their backs on their history, in other words – on themselves, creating a great thirst in their souls. A thirst for AUTHENTICITY, a thirst for confidence and the righteousness of their present and future lives – their own and their children’s that can only be based on solid foundations.
We try to quench this thirst with countless adventures, travels, exotic cultures, other worlds, strange and fascinating fates, passions, fashions and ‘spiritualities’.
But to nourish a living being can we really substitute simple, real water for anything else?
When strength, flowing for millions of years from ancestor to descendent, becomes unclaimed or meets an obstacle, it is like a dam in a river. There is as much water as you need, but you feel like you are in a desert. Your garden that you have been cultivating while neglecting yourself, dries out. And if the water pressure becomes too high that the dam breaks, the torrent will be so strong that you will most probably drown.
This thirst of the modern human can only be quenched by a mother’s milk, a father’s guidance, a grandmother’s blessing and a grandfather’s advice.
By the force that comes from the soil, through the roots.
This is the knowledge, intuitively known to all living creatures, that ‘homo sapiens’ dares to ignore.
Knowing this tribal system, how a person can draw energy from their family and how to act correctly so this bloodline link does not break – but rather strengthens – with time, is useful to anyone.
Because the bloodline can give not only a strong family and good children, but a career, money, social status and successful self-fulfilment.
Or the other way around – the family line can take away and destroy, make one repeat the mistakes of one’s ancestors or pay for their debts. It is often hard to abstain from something that has been forced onto you by