To Listen beyond the veil 

The idea of reaching beyond the veil, like miss Julia, calls it, to talk to those no longer alive, can be very confusing.

Author Julia Cameron had a recent interview, very fun and inspiring to watch, with Waylon Lewis, founder of Elephant Journal. She was a guest on Waylon’s show “Walk the Talk Show”, they chatted for almost an hour, about Julia’s new book: The Listening Path, The creative art of Attention. 

She shares the different layers of Listening:

 

Listening to your environment, learning to tune in not out.

Listening to others, learning to not interrupt, and really be willing to hear the end of someone’s thought, instead of jumping to early conclusions.

Listening to your higher-self, realizing that we have wisdom. We can tune into our wisdom and let our higher-self guide us.

Then she touches base with a chapter, that I was hooked with. Yes, Listening beyond the veil. A chapter about reaching out to loved ones that have died and see if we can make contact with them. 

What do we know about reaching out to our ancestors, beloved friends, and loved ones, who are no longer on this earth?

If a loved one that is no longer here, used to be supportive to us or inspiring, can they still be from afar? Can we connect and ask them to guide us? I believe so.

A friend of mine recently invited me to be a part of an online therapy session. It is called: Familiar Constellations. 

Talks about the energy that all of our ancestors left in us, as part of our own energy. Energy from their experiences, patterns of great decisions made, but also sometimes chains of destructive patterns.

This therapy talks about learning to connect with this energy, and learning to help re-arrange and heal, our connection to the energy we have with each one of our ancestors. To stop carrying baggage that sometimes is not even ours, and to honor them, recognizing their place in our life.

Whether we know about most of our ancestors or not, we are connected to them, we wouldn’t be here if we weren’t. And I do believe that after our bodies leave this earth, our energy and our spirits remain, somewhere . . .

What can be the purpose of connecting with ancestors or loved ones? 

We can connect for closure, maybe unresolved issues that don’t just disappear, because they died.

Maybe we just miss them, and being in touch with them, can make us feel close to them.

When I miss my beloved sister, I sit down and try my best to connect with her, to send her my love, to look at her; she doesn’t yet say much, but I can see her, with her straight black hair, freckles in her pale face and smiling, she seems peaceful. This is a very different feeling than crying because she is no longer physically here. I feel connected to her.

We may reach out to our ancestors for wisdom, for answers.

This makes a lot of sense, I mean they were here before us. Just like we feel we have a voice with things to say to this world, I am sure they did too, we don’t need to create every single answer to every single question, we can remain open to reaching to those who may guide us into answers we can’t see ourselves.

To simply honor where we come from. To feel grateful for those who are part of our lives, simply not in a physical way anymore.

I have a very spiritual friend whom I asked, do you believe when we miss our loved ones, we take away their peacefulness or the idea that we won’t let them rest?  She said: ” I don’t think so, the place where their energy is now, is limitless, is nothing like what we know here on earth. I believe they can share their love with many people at the same time, just like the idea that God is with all of us at all times, limitless power” What a beautiful perspective.

This subject should be a more accepted one and more talked about, with respect and openness.

Thank you to Miss Julia Cameron, for being a voice to this subject, not spoken about enough. Like she mentions in her interview, at first she thought people might think, she was too woo-woo, but to find inspiration and creative power through our loved ones or ancestors, not woo-woo to me at all.