In the modern western society, particularly the English speaking world, we have focussed on the individual as being the primary and sacred unit of consciousness. The consequence of this, in my view, excessive individualistic focus, is that many people end up feeling isolated, alone, forlorn and forgotten, and suffer depression and various forms of maladjustment, and sometimes to such a degree that they cannot bare to go on living and so take their own lives.
Of course this is not entirely due to neglect of one’s ancestors. There are many factors involved in the misery of imprisonment within an unassailable individuality, including the inability to communicate with close friends, and a deficient experience of family and community.
Part of the reason is that as one grows up and goes through the teenage years, one is driven to realise and construct one’s sense of self in opposition to and reaction against one’s parents. This process is one that, by and large, is not effectively recognised or channelled constructively in our society. Parents, by and large, find it threatening when their offspring begin actively differentiating themselves – by rebelling, opposing parental values, and acting out the process through often dangerous and foolhardy activities such as getting blind drunk, engaging in excessive or dangerous sexual activities, taking drugs and involving themselves in various forms of illegal or anti-social behaviour, often in the company of a highly influential peer group.
Or perhaps it manifests through arguments and tantrums whenever a parental request is made, no matter how simple or easily complied with. Many volumes have been written on adolescent psychology, and I don’t pretend to be any kind of expert – but I believe there is an important esoteric contribution that can be made to the understanding of this process, that all of us went through, are going through, or will go through!
That understanding is that we are consolidating a sense of individuality by reacting with and against our parents. Part of this process is to sever the ties of dependence with one’s parents, and take responsibility for our own life choices, and our own shelter and sustenance. However, we have created a society in which the psychological need for and formation of independence does not correspond to the actual material and societal mechanisms for independence. That is, it happens when we are still at school, or just leaving school, long before we have the skills necessary in our society to get and hold a job that will provide a decent income and good prospects. This exacerbates the situation, and of course, parents usually have no idea what is going on, or how to handle things, they just complain to their friends about teenagers and their tantrums or other problems.
For now, I assume that I am talking to an adult, who has gone through this process, and finds themselves with severely strained and damaged relationships with their parents. Many people are able to start picking up the pieces, especially when they get married and begin having their own children. However, my experience has been that a distance remains, that cannot be so easily overcome. There is a wound associated with this violent coming of age, which, in my opinion, leaves one feeling damaged. It is the overcoming of this wound that may be addressed in working with the ancestors.
When I say working with one’s ancestors, it would be very easy to interpret this to mean that I, as an individual, call on my various ancestors, and perhaps question them about certain matters, and gain some benefit from this contact. Indeed, this is one way of looking at it, and perhaps the natural way from a Western, anglo, individualistic perspective. However I mean to go further than this, to take a step towards a profound healing in the collective consciousness. In my view, the boundaries of individualistic identity that we so painfully and vigorously constructed around us during adolescence, must be broken down and re-constructed in a more conscious and constructive way, so that we may escape from the prison we have built around us.
In the tarot cards, this wisdom is to me expressed in one layer of meaning around the trump of the tower, which collapses hit by a bolt of Divine lightning.
This prison has been built so effectively for most of us that we are hardly aware that our individuality which seems so incontrovertible, which seems to divide us so unassailably from other people, is but a construct of our own minds. And then we mistakenly believe that this illusory individuality is actually our being and existence, our very self. Thus we jealously guard our prison from any intrusion that might release us from our suffering in isolation, believing that such release will destroy our very existence.
This is a form of unfortunate madness, that passes for the norm in the society that we have created. Of course we can be released from the prison of individuality, and simultaneously live happily and sensibly, in complete balance and full possession of our faculties.
So this is a fundamental premise that we are not so much isolated individuals, separated by an impassable void from others, but concentrations in a sea of consciousness, able to touch and feel the fabric of consciousness that underpins our existence, indeed, expressions of that very sea of consciousness, touching and feeling itself, in the form of ourselves, and others with whom our consciousness intersects and intermixes.
Temporarily, during adolescence and early adulthood, we tightly constrain and differentiate the flow of consciousness into a separate identity, and forget that we are in fact connected expressions of the one. This illusion persists, for most, through the rest of their life. Certain individuals retain their awareness of the flux of consciousness, we refer to them as psychics, prophets, fortune tellers, or madmen. Artists, poets, musicians and mystics also retain that sence. But it is touch and go in our society. We all have this mystic sense as a birthright. It is just that we have forgotten the process of stepping through the individualisation of adolescence, into the reconnection of adulthood.
A powerful form of consciousness that transcends the individual, is the ancestral consciousness. First and foremost, it is connection with one’s mother. But this is not the only connection, for there is a connection also with one’s father, less all embracing, but no less strong for all that. And through these, there are connections to grandparents, and in turn their parents and grand-parents.
Beyond our sense of conscious individuality, there is an expression and tide of the great sea of life essence that has its movement and locus of concentration in a line of parents and offspring. From mother to daughter to grand daughter, from father to son to grand son, from mother to son, from father to daughter, and through the generations, something is transmitted, or perhaps more truthfullly, something transcends individuals of each generation, and takes its continuity of expression in each succeeding generation.
Thus my aim is not so much to contact with the individuality of ancestors, as one individual to another, but to experience the continuity of ancestral consciousness, which expressed itself as one’s mother, grandmother and great grandmother, and which expresses itself also as you, or as a part of you. Indeed, a part of you which is underneath what you may think of as your self, a part of you which at first may seem frightening and threatening because it may seem like a foreign being seeking to possess or over-take you. However it is not foreign. It is something within you, and always has been, something you have been taught to squash by the mandates of education and upbringing. It is something which can be embraced, and which then enhances the sense of self and life. During our adolescent consolidation of identity, it was relegated to a dark corner of our psyche, placed in a tightly locked box, and we metaphorically closed the door of the attic. Ever since, we have never been back up there. It is no longer our self, but outside our self. But only because we have shrunk down the boundaries of who we are to embrace only the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom and the bathroom. We are like a child, that hears a knocking in the ceiling, and becomes frightened, fearing that a monster will eat us. It is the box we left there ourselves, so many years ago, and then forgot. It is our attic. It is our box. Inside the box, is no less a part of ourselves. But it is a part that we share with others. With mother, father, sisters, brothers. Thus many of us cannot accept it, and do not want it. But nevertheless the tightly locked box remains, challenging our sense of individualistic identity.
It is not easy to live life in the modern world with a sense of connection with one’s ancestors and our common ancestral essence. For one thing, we just don’t have time for such things, requiring quietness, solitude, time for reflection and inner work. For another, it is outside of the common view of what is possible or acceptable, and so people are likely to think you are a little mad, and treat you with the associated suspicion that this entails in our society.
Nevertheless, I believe it is a positive step, and a healing one, both personally and collectively. Here then is how I have been working with the ancestral essence, and how you may begin to do it as well. You will probably find it beneficial to have some experience or practice with inner work before doing the exercises I suggest below.
Lie on your back in a warm darkened room, on a comfortable mat or bed. If you attempt this exercise at night when you are tired or at bed time, you will most likely find that you just go to sleep. While this is not bad in itself, you might find it frustrating. So best to do this exercise at another time of the day when you are usually awake, such as first thing in the morning, before you get out of bed.
Begin by asking the blessing and help of whatever Deities, guides or beneficial influences that you are accustomed to working with. Breathe slowly and evenly, taking breaths that fill the entire abdomen. After a few breaths, place your attention on the sole of your right foot. Try to concentrate your attention to become aware of only the middle of the sole of your foot, as if a pin was pricking it in the very centre. Yet at the same time be relaxed with this concentrated attention. After some breaths, you will begin to feel sensations in the sole of your right foot. When this occurs, continue your breathing and focus for several breaths, then relax your attention, and after breathing in and out, place your attention now on the sole of your left foot, at the exact centre. Repeat the process here. You might find it more difficult, because you may continue to feel sensations in your right foot. Do your best to ignore these sensations, and concentrate only on the sole of the left foot. After a while, you will begin to feel sensations in the sole of your left foot.
Continue concentrating your attention in a relaxed way on the sole of your left foot for several breaths, then relax your attention, and just breathe in and out for a breath, perhaps two. Now place your attention on the middle of the palm of your right hand, and continue to breathe slowly and deeply. As before, ignore sensations that you may still be feeling in your right and left feet, and focus only on your right palm. As before, it should be a concentrated easy focus that is without any effort or tension. After a while, you will begin to feel sensations in your right palm. Continue to breathe slowly and deeply, and after several breaths, relax your attention, and after another breath or two, place your focus on the palm of the left hand.
When you begin to feel the sensations in your left palm, continue to breathe slowly and deeply. After several breaths, relax your focus, and continue to breathe slowly and deeply. After another breath or two, place your attention on your navel. Continue to breathe slowly and deeply, until you begin to feel sensations at or underneath your navel. At this point, begin the following visualization.
Emerging from your naval are two intertwined cords. One is white with a red core, the other is red with a white core. Of course you may not be able to see the cores, but they are there nevertheless. After a while, these intertwined cords go off in different directions. Follow the red cord back to your mother. Feel nourishment coming through that red cord from her into you. It is not just physical nourishment, but nourishment for the soul, nourishment for the emotions. Feel that nourishment. Allow yourself to merge with the source of that nourishment, and again find two cords leading back. Select one of them to follow, red or white. Follow it back to your mother’s father or mother as the case may be. Feel nourishment and energy coming through that cord, connecting you with your mother’s mother or father. Allow yourself to merge with them. Find now two more cords. Select one to follow, the one which is right for you in this moment. Follow it back till you find your ancestor, and feel the energies and nourishment coming through that cord to your merged self. Feel into the consciousness of that ancestor; feel that there is a part which is different, and a part which is the same. Allow yourself to merge with that ancestor, and find again two cords. And so on until sufficient exploration has been accomplished.
When it is time to return to normal self, bring to mind all the ancestors you have contacted and merged with. Thank each one individually for helping you, and being part of you. Promise not to forget them, and to call on them again if it feels right to do so. Then place your attention on your navel again, and breathe deeply and slowly for several breaths, then relax your attention, and become aware of your surroundings, the noises in the room, the other people breathing and so on. Then open your eyes, and look around the room. Sit up, and compose your thoughts, going over the things you’d like to remember in your mind. Then jot some notes in a journal before talking to anybody, or moving to a different spot.
When I began to work with this exercise, I found that I began to have very vivid dream experiences with my mother, who passed over fifteen years ago or more. I did the prototype of this exercise in the morning one morning, and then the next morning I woke up after having had a vivid dream involving my mother and her father, my grandfather. We were by a river. To recall it now, I feel the emotions within me swirling and catching at my throat. I was looking across the river, at a little landing stage with a small pebbly beach. The river was wide, and the other side was shrouded in fog and mist. I have a sence of my grandfather, my mothers father being there, but can’t quite remember the exact details. I heard my mother calling me, calling out my full name, as she used to when she wanted my attention – usually when I was in trouble. However, I didn’t answer her call, but began to go to where she was calling from. She must have thought I wasn’t coming, as there she was with my young brother, who in the dream was 12 or 13, and my younger sisters, launching a small dinghy into the water. This is what she had wanted my help with, but because I hadn’t called out I was coming, she had done it herself. The boat was floating down the river already, with her and my brother and two of my sisters. Fortunately, there was an inflatable tire inner tube on the little landing stage, which I put in the water, and jumped on with my younger sister to follow them down the river.
When I woke up, this dream left me very moved and emotional. And I didn’t feel like getting up. I was away from home, in a far away hotel room, so I lay in bed, thinking about my mother, and drifted off to sleep again. I had another dream, in which I was at a house, and saw my mother sitting on a chair. I began to talk to her, asking her how it is now that she is dead. She told me that now she is a free agent, which I understood to mean that she had been awarded some privilege in the spirit world to come and go as she pleased, and to help as she saw fit with the affairs of the living, particularly her family. In the dream, I was aware that other people could not see her, and thought I was talking to noone. I lay my head on her shoulder, and allowed her to embrace me, and felt her love surround me, and as it did so, I felt my throat unlocking and tears long uncried begin to well. However as this began to happen, it was like I sank into a blackness, and found myself lying on my bed again.
To some, this may be just a dream. To others, it may be a healing dream. To some, a manifestation of some Freudian complex. To me, it was contact with my mother, and a reminder of her love, and a merging that overcame, at least temporarily, that sense of individualistic isolation. I hope that your work with this exercise may also be helpful.