I had a quite amazing dream last night which has deep significance in my life, and might help others as well. But first, a bit of background.

We are in a time of what is called “ancestral exit.” It is a grand opportunity to free ourselves of the patterns and energetic remnants remaining from our ancestors’ unfinished business. Many of them are unable to transition advantageously to their next stage, and are cycling, sometimes many times, through our plane of experience, unable to clear what needs to be cleared before they can move on. Without a body, the clearing cannot take place.

However, Nature has opened an opportunity at this time on the planet where they can potentially move on. You may have noticed feelings of frustration, even rage, coming up for you that seem somewhat outsized as to what you know to be true about you. This could easily be an indication of feeling the pressure of an ancestor’s uncleared patterns. The most encouraging thing to know is that whatever you are feeling in the way of rage, frustration, anger, etc. is what is leaving your field, as long as you don’t identify with it and therefore unknowingly cling to it. This facilitates the ability of our ancestors to move on.

This can be extremely difficult, and many of the patterns we are clearing now are extremely intense. Just know the patterns are leaving, and this will allow our ancestors to move on through this clearing process. This is truly a huge opportunity, and helps to explain much of what may appear to us as outsized reactions to the circumstances of our life.

All that being said, here is a recounting of the dream I woke up with this morning:

I was in New York City. I got there in the morning hours, parked my car somewhere and went to work at some store in midtown. [I grew up just outside New York City, and spent lots of time there.] Five o’clock came around, and I left the store, wanting to go to my car, but I wasn’t sure where I parked it. The thought came to me that I had parked it downtown from the store, on a specific street many blocks away. So I started walking the long walk, going up staircases, out exit doors, through tunnels, through huge crowds, and it seemed like it was taking forever. I finally got to the street I thought the car was parked on, and that street didn’t exist at all. Everything looked different than it was supposed to. Deep frustration set in.

I then realized I must have parked it nearer my store, so I started the long walk back uptown. I thought I had better call my parents, and they could come pick me up and we’d look for the car tomorrow. I remembered that I was still living at home, as were my siblings, as it was understood that economic times were hard, and getting our own places to live was just not possible.

By this time I was quite tired and discouraged, so I decided to call my parents, particularly my father, to come get me. But I had no phone! So I dropped into a fast-food joint to see if I could borrow one. There were five employees behind the counter who were all just standing there doing nothing. So I asked one for a big favor – could I borrow his phone? He said he didn’t have one, but the fellow next to him did.

But that guy was very reluctant to lend me his phone. Eventually he tossed me his backpack, and told me the phone was in there. But after rummaging through his pack, I couldn’t find it! He was able to point it out to me, however averse he was to do so. I started dialing my home phone number, a number I still remember quite well. But I had to wait after pressing each number key for a little chime to ring. So it took seemingly forever to dial the number, but finally it did.

I heard the ringing, and then a male voice recording said, “This number is no longer in service.” At this turn of events, I hung up the phone, walked to a wall, leaned against it, and cried.

That woke me up! I realized immediately that this dream was showing me that much of the clearing of whatever ancestral patterns I have been dealing with has actually occurred, as well as clearing of the influences of where I was raised. I couldn’t wait to leave where I grew up, but I didn’t leave all my ancestral patterns behind just by physically leaving. It is by being accountable, by spending much of my life since in meditation and silence in one form or another, and by living a life of love as much as I can, which is leading me and my ancestors into the arms of freedom.

May this be a source of inspiration for us when the going gets tough, and proof that these ancestral patterns can indeed be cleared.