I believe our ancestors travel back to our world on vibrations of love and hope.
Hope that we will realize we have gifts and spiritual powers, and we should cultivate them.
Hope we will live up to our potential and realize each day is sacred.
Hope we will stop dwelling on folks that let us down and focus on folks that lift us up.
Your loved ones in Spirit are there to guide and support you every step of the way. Trust the signs you see, the messages you hear, and what you feel.
It’s as simple as that.
I’m not sure where or when this family portrait was taken because Dad served in the U.S. Army for 20 years, and we lived in Texas, Japan and California before moving home to St. Croix, Virgin Islands in my early childhood.
I’m dressed in white, leaning against Dad. His name was also James.
My sister, Joan, on the far right, and I, are the only ones left. The rest are in Spirit.
I think about my parents a lot. I know they are pleased the second edition of my book, Meditations Across the King’s River will launch in a few months. A legacy continues.
I’m not the only one in my family feeling ancestral energy.
Two days ago, my son, Malcolm, said he could feel my Mom’s Spirit around him as he was fishing.
She always said Malcolm was her hero — even during his darkest moments. I know she’s proud of his amazing transformation.
As a toddler on St. Croix, Mom taught Malcolm to always respect nature.
Once when he wanted to step on ants that were biting him, Mom said; “don’t step on the ants — just move.”
Ancestral support does not always mean things will go your way. Sometimes the ancestors have a better plan.
Trust the plan. Trust the vision. Feel the love. Embrace it. You have a mission to fulfill. Your legacy must continue.
James