Oh, the places you'll go!

Last night, I had a realization. Places my spirit team is calling me to help people are falling into one of two categories: places where I've lived past lives, and places and lands that were owned by my ancestors. I found this incredibly intriguing.

Places I've lived in past lives

Ever since I visited West Virginia last summer, I have felt an increasing pull to return. I feel at home there. It isn't something that I could quite understand until recently. Not only have I helped people in old mining towns there, but I have a need to return to continue to help people that have been stuck. The latest is the need to visit Red Ash Island in the New River Gorge National Park and help people who are stuck there. At one point, I was explaining this to my friend Tom, when he was suddenly hit with visions of one of my past lives. That life happened to be in West Virginia. In that life, I was originally from Europe but settled in West Virginia. I lost my husband to a logging accident, and my only child - a girl - passed when she was 6. I remained in WV for the rest of my life. It all made a lot more sense after getting that explanation from Tom. I have a similar feeling when I visit other states with mountains. They've always just felt like home to me, despite never having lived in a mountainous state in this current life. 

Ancestral lands

Buxton Place, built in 1857 was
owned by my ancestors

 About 20 years ago, I did ancestry research on my mom's lineage. I've known for a long time that my maternal paternal lineage comes from England and my maternal maternal lineage comes from Scotland. Both lineages immigrated here somewhere in the 1600's, long before the colonies were a thing. As I traced my maternal lineage, I learned that it diverted through so many early colonial lineages. To recognize yourself as a "Daughter of the American Revolution" for example, you had to show lineage to someone who served as a Union Soldier in the revolution. I had at least 4. Ancestors of mine owned land in Massachusetts, Maryland, Virginia, and North Carolina. This afternoon, I traced my grandmother's lineage to Buxton Place. The Williams family were big land owners in the early colonial years - at one point owning 70,000 acres along the Roanoke River. They held enslaved people, a fact that is well documented in historical records. While I have yet to be called to North Carolina to do work there, I fully suspect that time will come when I am asked to do so. 

Another of my ancestors was granted land in central Maryland by Lord Calvert. I will need to dig up the linkages, but I'm fairly certain my ancestors owned a mill. Interestingly, I have been called to the Patapsco Valley State Park by my guides. I've found several people in need in the park - relatives of and workers from the mills there that needed help crossing over to the spiritual realm. Whether or not they are tied to the actual mills my ancestors owned is unclear. I'll have to do some more research on it. 

I've done a lot of emotional and spiritual healing over the past year, and I believe that these callings are now asking me to rectify ancestral wrongs. As with most things on this spiritual journey, I consistently find that there is always another, higher purpose for what I'm being called to do. While that purpose isn't always clear to me, eventually it gets revealed.