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Ancestral Connections

On Friday, I wrote about my great-great grandmother Sophronia (click her name to read the post) and how I believed she helped me when I was going through my divorce and separation. When I think of that story, I’m reminded of other ancestral connections I’ve had over the years. I believe I must have had some type of connection when I was a child through my teen years that eventually eased because I didn’t nurture it. Mostly because I didn’t know what it was and didn’t recognize it.

I think I hit upon that connection when I found my apartment with Sophronia’s help. I would love to know how to reconnect even more, so it is something I want to delve more deeply into. I believe in “woo-woo” stuff, so if that’s not for you, please don’t discount my experiences.

When I was a young girl, I loved the name Rose. That was the name I used most often when engaging in imaginary play. It was also the name of my pretend friend. I remember speaking a lot to Rose as a young girl. When I became pregnant with my daughter and we were deciding upon a name, I quickly landed upon the name of Amanda. I have a thing for more traditional names and names that are spelled easily. While I now love the unique spelling of my own name, it always pained me never to find anything with that spelling, while my siblings generally could find theirs. What I never knew until I became a young adult was that my great-grandmother (my grandfather’s mother) name was Amanda Rosa. Many would think this is coincidental, but for me, it’s another example of an ancestor speaking to me.

The daughter of Sophronia, whose name was Olive (mother of my dad’s mom), had an affinity for the Pekingese dog breed. She apparently had many of these dogs over the years. Again, I never knew this, but loved this breed as well. So much so that I started researching getting one when my then husband surprised me one year with a Pekingese puppy. It was after I got him that my dad shared with me how much his grandma had loved Pekingese. Macchi (short of Macchiato – as in Starbucks Carmel Macchiato a favorite drink of mine from Starbucks at the time) was my dog for 14 years when he died suddenly. (This is still very painful for me due to how he died and when he died.) Macchi had a lot of attitude packed into his small body. And, he was definitely my dog. Wherever I was in the house, he would follow me and lay next to me. He was very protective of me as well.

A couple of years after my great-grandad died, I was in my house by myself. My older brother was terribly abusive to me growing up, mentally, physically and sexually. I remember hearing my great-granddad’s voice and him telling me that I would be okay. His voice was clear as day. And while the abuse continued for many years after until I finally worked up the courage to tell my parents and my older brother eventually moved out of the house, I would often come back to that voice telling me I would be okay.

When my great-grandmother died (wife of my great-granddad above) many years later, my mom, my sister and I all had a similar dream a few months after her death. We remain convinced that she visited us to let us know she was okay.

Have you had any connections from your ancestors? How have they helped you?

13 Comments

  1. Cheryl Turtlemoon says:

    I have heard of others having similar experiences to you, strangely, I haven’t many (strange because I’m actually a medium, lol) though I do believe that your great grandfather reassured you, and yes, spirit DO come and visit and people do say they’ve had the same dream, I’ve been told this many times. I often think our ancestors find ways to show us things and help us in many different ways.

    1. This is very comforting to read. Thank you. Any tips on furthering nurturing this?

  2. Deb M. says:

    loving into the ancestral connections. Oddly I’ve felt a connection to my step-grandfather since his passing, that I never felt prior. Your post brought back to me, thank you!

    1. That’s wonderful to hear. Are you doing anything in particular to try to feel more connected to him?

  3. Rachel Harries says:

    I love how you hear these voices although the idea both terrifies and comforts me ❤️

    1. Why does it terrify you?

  4. I am ALL ABOUT the Woo! I love that you are open to these ancestral connections. I believe they are very important for us and anyone can learn to nurture the relationships if they are open. Thanks for sharing.

    1. Thank you for reading. Yes, I think our ancestors learned so many important lessons in their own lives, its important we listen to them to help us in our lives now.

  5. They called my paternal great-grandmother Rose. Her name was Rozalia. She passed when I was almost about 3. I don’t really remember her much. I can’t say for sure that I’ve had any connections from my ancestors that I’m certain of. No wait, I take that back. My dad died on Christmas Eve, early in the morning. My oldest was not quite 2 years old. I woke up to what I thought were her footsteps coming into my bedroom, but when I opened my eyes, no one was there. I checked on her and she was still sound asleep. Moments later, the phone rang to tell me he died. At the same time as I heard the footsteps, my mother said she heard knocking on her door but no one was there. And her best friend was in the shower at her home and thought someone was knocking on the bathroom door but again no one. I believe my dad came to say goodbye.
    Other than that, I can’t say for sure about my ancestors. But we do smell pipe tobacco around our house quite often and my rescue mom believes it is her dad visiting.
    Oh and I am all about the woo woo!! Heck yeah!

    1. Definitely a visit from your dad before he left. My great-grandad smoked a pipe. I would love to smell that again and know that he was here.

      I love the woo!

      1. I’m not 100% sure, but I believed my great grandpa did too, before he lost his sight and moved into a care facility. Sometimes, I think that when only I smell it, that it was him coming to see me. I can hope, right.

  6. I totally believe in all the ancestral connections! However, for me there is an addition realm of questioning. I was adopted. I believe both sets of ancestors can come through and have at various times. I kind of envision a somewhat crowded room, with folks taking turns stepping up. Not sure at all how it works, but there it is!

    1. I love your vision. My maternal grandmother was adopted and I’ve no doubt that her ancestors speak to me too.

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