Ancestral Healing Meditation by Brian Scott Reality Revolution

The experience was incredibly profound and healing by Brian Scott Reality Revolution

I don’t think I’ve cried with such intensity in years. Losing my mother at the age of seven was a profound wound, and during the meditation, it felt as though I was transported back to that moment—reliving the pain of a little girl who had just realized her mother would never return. What struck me the most was the depth of how much I missed her, and for the first time, I could truly feel the love I had for her overflowing from my heart. These tears didn’t come from my eyes, but from a place deep within that had been locked away for 49 years. In my mind, I invited my mother to the pond of our old home, where I used to play with my fish—and she came.

Then, my aunt appeared—she had passed away during the pandemic, and because I couldn’t attend her funeral, I hadn’t fully mourned her loss. She was like a mother to me, always caring for me with deep compassion and love. As I wept, I realized how much sadness had been trapped inside me, unacknowledged, waiting to be released.

Soon, my mother’s parents appeared—my grandmother, whom I’d only seen a few times, and my grandfather, whom I never met in life. I could feel their sorrow for not being able to know me as their granddaughter. Their presence was filled with love, and yet, I could sense their longing.

For a while, I was shaking, overwhelmed with emotion, crying uncontrollably. But slowly, Brian’s gentle voice guided me through the process, reminding me to greet my ancestors. In that calm, I was finally able to look at them—my ancestors—and see the warmth and smiles on their faces. I realized that just as I had my pain, they too had experienced sorrow and suffering in life. Their unhealed pain, passed down, had become part of my own experience. Losing my mother at such a young age, without knowing how to express or release that grief, created a trauma that had stayed hidden for most of my life.

As the meditation progressed, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over me. It became clear that I am here today because of my ancestors' unconditional guidance and love. There was a deep, unbreakable connection between us, and I could feel their protection enveloping me, fueled by their compassion. My heart overflowed with gratitude, pumping from the depths of my being, reaching out to them.

As I looked into each of their eyes, I saw pure joy on their faces, covered in peace. In response to the energy between us, they began to reposition themselves into meditative postures, just as my heart silently asked them to. In that sacred moment, we all meditated together. I could sense that they too were yearning to be free from their pain. They wanted me to be the one to break this long-standing burden—not just for me, but for all our ancestors and for all future generations.

In that collective meditation, something shifted. The weight lifted. And it was done.

I felt lighter, calmer, and surrounded by shimmering light. Though I still miss them, there was now a sense of peace, of happiness. We shared smiles in the lightness of that moment.

Now, I feel grounded and centered, an equanimity surrounding me. There’s a deep understanding and clarity within. Words seem insufficient to express my gratitude to Brian Scott, who guided me through this transformation—a true guardian angel. But from the depths of my heart, I say, thank you.