Meditation.
Ending the cycle of abuse within the family line,
Solved.
Today we begin a very tender journey.
Sometimes within a family's history there was pain.
Pain that no one spoke about.
There were secrets that everyone knew.
But no one dared to speak aloud.
There were little girls who were not protected,
Who were left alone with their fear and shame.
There were little boys who carried pain throughout their lives,
Pain they never dared to speak about.
Sometimes the victim was known,
But no one protected them.
Sometimes the abuser was known,
But no one stopped them.
And then pain was replaced by silence and silence was replaced by shame.
And that shame began to travel through generations,
Sometimes a person could not understand.
Why it was so difficult to love or to trust the world,
Loneliness traveled alongside it.
The feeling that no one would understand,
No one would believe,
No one would protect.
Sometimes there was also that painful question,
Why did no one protect me?
And today.
We will look at what was hidden,
At what this family line has carried for many years with love.
Because only that which is seen can begin to heal.
Now return to your ancestral hall.
At its center flows the source of the Creator's light.
Standing beside it are the spirits of your mother and father.
Behind them stands your entire ancestral line.
Grandparents,
Great-grandparents,
And all those who came before you.
And here you notice,
On one side of the hall stand people.
Those who are not protected.
Those whose tears were never wiped away.
Those whose pain was never acknowledged.
You look at them.
And for the first time,
You do not look away.
You see,
Little girls,
Little boys,
Women,
Men.
Who once experienced something.
No one should ever have to endure.
Abuse.
Silently say I see you.
I acknowledge your pain and give it a place.
I acknowledge what was silenced.
I acknowledge what was hidden.
You have a place within our family line.
Your story is seen.
Your pain is acknowledged.
Now the Creator's love and light begin to flow from the center of the hall.
It reaches every wounded child,
Every wounded woman,
Every wounded man,
Every soul.
That was once left alone with their pain.
The light erases nothing.
It simply embraces,
Warms.
And fills everything with love.
And now feel.
How you become the place.
Where something changes.
Where something ends.
Where something is set free.
And silently sing.
With respect.
I see everything that was.
With love.
Acknowledge all who carried it.
With respect I bow my head to all who suffer.
To all who remain silent.
To all who never received help.
And I give it a place.
With my life I choose a different path.
I choose safety.
I choose respect.
I choose love I choose protection for future generations.
May the cycle of abuse end with me.
May shame,
Silence,
And fear end with me.
And from this day forward.
May love travel through our family line.
Respect.
Safety.
Gentleness.
Truth.
And life.
Now your entire family line sends you a blessing.
And you hear.
We see.
We acknowledge.
We bless your choice.
May the pain end with us.
May love continue forward.
Slowly look upon your family line.
Upon all those who have been seen.
Upon all those who've been acknowledged.
Upon all those who finally receive their place.
No.
What was hidden.
Has been seen.
But was silenced.
Has been acknowledged.
What was carried through generations.
No longer needs to be carried forward.
You may let go.
You may breathe You may live your own life.
And allow future generations to inherit not fear.
Not a shame but love.
Safety.
Respect.
And freedom.
Slowly return to your breath to your body.
To this present moment And carry this peace with you
