Ancestral Healing

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~ Vladimir Yakovlev (son of the popular editor of Moscow Novosti Egor Yakovlev), 2021

This man’s story illustrates perfectly the necessity for EVERY SINGLE PERSON to clear the energetic ties between themselves and their family’s past.

“I am baptized after my grandfather.

My grandfather Vladimir Yakovlev was a murderer, a bloody executioner, a checkist. Among his many victims are his own parents.

He shot his father for speculation. When she found out that, his mother, my great-grandmother, hung herself.

My happiest childhood memories are related to an old spacious apartment on Novokuznetskaya Street, which our family was very proud of. As I found out later, this apartment was not bought or built, but acquired – that is, taken by force – by a rich Moscow business family.

I remember the old threaded cabinet that I would climb in to look for food. And the big comfortable sofa on which my grandmother read me stories in the evening. Both huge leather armchairs, which, by a family tradition, were only used for particularly important conversations.

As I later learned, my grandmother, whom I loved dearly, worked successfully as a provocateur for most of her life. She took advantage of her noble ancestry to get closer to different people and provoke her acquaintances to confront her. Then she described these conversations in official reports.

The couch I was told stories on, chairs, buffet and all the other furniture were not bought by my grandparents. They simply chose them from a special warehouse, where they supplied property from the homes of shot Muscovites.

From this warehouse, the checkists furnished their homes for free.

Beneath the thin veil of ignorance, my childhood memories are imbued with the spirit of plunder, murder, violence and betrayal. They are soaked in blood.

And me, who am I myself?

All of us, who grew up in Moscow, are the grandchildren of victims and executioners. All of them, absolutely all of them. Without exception.

There were no victims in your family? So there has been burners.

There were no shooters? So there have been casualties.

There were no victims or executioners? So there are secrets there. Don’t even doubt it!

It seems to me that we greatly underestimate the impact of the tragedies of the Russian past on the psyche of today’s generations. Mine and your psyche.

When evaluating the scale of the tragedy connected to the Russian past, we usually count the dead. But to truly appreciate the scale of the impact of these tragedies on the psyche of future generations, it is not the dead, but the survivors that count.

The dead are all gone. But the survivors are our parents and the parents of our parents.

Survivors- it’s the widows, the orphans, the lost loved ones, the exiled, the ones who became murderers to save themselves, in the name of idea or victory, the betrayers and traitors they, the broke, sold their consciences, turned into executioners, the tortured and their torturers, the raped, the crippled, the robbed, the forced to write reports, wasted by uneducated grief, guilt or lost faith, the humiliated, starved to death, captivity, occupation, camps.

Tens of millions of people have died.

The survivors – in the hundreds of millions.

Hundreds of millions are people who have passed on their fear, their pain, the feeling of being under a constant threat emanating from the outside world – they have passed it on to their children, who in turn, adding to this pain their own suffering, have been betrayed put your fear on us.

Statistically, there is not a single family in Russia today that in one way or another has not borne upon themselves the horrific consequences of unprecedented atrocities that have lasted in the country for a century.

Have you ever wondered how much the life experience of three consecutive generations of your ancestors affects your personal world perception today? If you haven’t – think about it.

It took me years to understand my family history. But that’s why now I know better where this constant, unreasonable fear came from. Or the excessive cover up. Or the absolute inability to share and build close relationships. Or the constant feeling of guilt that has haunted me since childhood—actually as long as I can remember.

At school we were told about the atrocities of the German fascists. At the university – about the crimes of Chinese Hunweibins and Cambodian Red Khmer.

They just forgot to tell us that the place where the most horrible, unprecedented in its scale and duration, genocide occurred was not Germany, nor Cambodia, nor China – but our own country. And this horror of the most terrible genocide in human history was experienced not by the Chinese or the Koreans, but by three generations of their own family.

We still think it’s better not to know.

It’s actually worse than that. Way worse than that.

What we don’t know continues to affect us through children’s sleep, through our relationships with parents. It is simply when we don’t know, we are unaware of its impact and we are powerless to counter it.

The most terrible consequence of inherited trauma is the inability to be aware of it. And as a direct consequence of this, an inability to realize the extent of this trauma and the extent of our perception of reality today.

And it’s not that important who exactly personifies this fear for any of us, whom we perceive as a threat – America, the Kremlin, the Ukraine, the homosexuals, the Turks, the “deplorable” Europe, the fifth column, or just the chief of work or the entrance policeman and the subway.

What is more important is whether we realize to what extent our personal fears today and our own sense of external threat are actually just the ghost of that past that we are so afraid to look in the eye. ”

~ Vladimir Yakovlev (son of the popular editor of Moscow Novosti Egor Yakovlev), 2021

Translation by Manol Peykov

via Marina Sotnikova

Emotional Healing

Emotional Healing

Tensions and emotions are high right now. Many are scrambling to stay afloat above the turbulent waters of change. We are in emergency mode right now. People are rioting in the streets, and we are still being asked to wear face masks and increase our personal hygiene routines to prevent the spread of a deadly virus. During times of crisis we tend to focus on the mundane: when’s my next paycheck-is it enough, why is the air conditioner not working?!? The weeds are growing, and the dog needs grooming. How’s Grandpa’s cough- should we be worried? I can’t figure out this stupid online education program for my kid’s homework, and the car is making a weird noise . . .

We might also be thinking about our physical health, especially with all the news coverage about the coronavirus. Some doctors are finally opening their offices so we can receive our regular care or non-emergency care, get a prescription renewed, receive a quarterly checkup on a particular condition we are battling, maybe go to the dentist?! Perhaps we are responsible for managing the health of others, or maybe we have seen death lately?

What of the emotional toll of these recent events? You might think it’s a strong or prudent response to just slough it off, to focus on it later because paying the rent is more important. But the stress of our thoughts bleeds down into our hearts and emotions. Our thoughts turn into emotion, and emotion leads the body to either strength or disease. Accumulated emotions from traumatic experiences or prolonged stress may embed themselves within the body. These emotions and their physical symptoms or manifestations begin to build up into chronic or debilitating conditions. But you need to focus on real-life stuff! What if all the “real life stuff” were easier to manage, and didn’t seem to add additional stress to your life? That’s how the body and mind respond when the emotions are in check.

Given the world we are currently living in, I think it’s safe to say that we could all benefit from an emotional clearing. Built-up or stuck energies can be coaxed out of hiding in the body, brought to the surface and cleared or flushed from the body. This process will leave you more clear-headed, less reactionary, and will provide a sense of peace and calm within you. 

I’m currently offering my emotional healing sessions at a reduced rate. This service is normally $75/hour, but starting today, through July 31, I’m offering these sessions for $50/hour 

Warning: these sessions can be intense, as we are driving emotions up to the surface; you will probably be quite tired afterward – so try to schedule your appointment on a day when you can return home and rest. But in the next few days following, you will feel refreshed, calmer, and ready to face life’s challenges.

Soul Retrieval – Personal Experience

Soul Retrieval – Personal Experience

Soul Retrieval 11/8/15
Dark Moon ritual. Time for healing, a time to seek out the darkest corners, the hidden or forgotten past; time to shine a light and re-open the wound so it can be cleaned and finally healed.

Snake is my favored power animal. He is always with me, and readily comes to my assistance whenever I have need of him. So come snake, here is my arm to coil yourself around. Take me; take me to a lost piece of myself. Find a piece of my soul, which was broken off in fear, pain, trauma, shock or sudden death. Go, find me a piece of my soul that needs to heal from the trauma of disconnection, not belonging . . . Go.

And there it is, twinkling like a dim star, surrounded by mist, my identifying talisman hanging in the center. We approach, snake and I, and it darts off. We approach more slowly, step by step, but it darts off again. I have the sense it is afraid of the snake. I ask snake to hide behind me. I approach again and reach out my hand – “don’t be afraid,” I say. “I am part of you and you are part of me. It is time to come home to be reunited with your soul, the soul you broke away from, my soul. It is safe here now. Will you come with me?”

I am afraid.

I will not hurt you.

You will just leave me.

I promise I will never leave you. You are a part of me and I want to take you home with me, so we can be together again, forever.

But I am broken.

Yes I know, but you will be whole again when you come back with me.

No. No – I am broken – you don’t understand.

Then show me. Help me to understand.

The light grows brighter and my mind is filled with images. A village in what looks like late medieval times begins to take shape before my eyes. The huts are made of sticks and timber, some with cloth tops that are now being removed and stuffed into the wagons. There are many wagons, with wooden wheels being pulled by oxen. Dust is being kicked up in the air. The wagons are full to bursting with all sorts of things; baskets of food, clothing, straw bed rolls, chairs, stools, tables, and tools. There are many people on foot following the wagons. The ground is dirt, with a little grass, an empty goat pen and a couple of cook fires still burning, the smoke trailing up into the afternoon sky.

A little girl is screaming for her Mama. Her hair is dark, her face is dirty, her clothing worn and tattered – she is crying. She is trying to run, but she cannot because there is something wrong with her leg. She drags it on the ground behind her, using a stick to help herself. She looks like maybe 5 years old. My heart is breaking for her.

A woman jumps down from a wagon and walks briskly over to her, I feel momentarily relieved but then I realize the woman looks angry. She yells at the child, No! You are not coming with us. You are nothing but trouble. You are broken. You can’t do anything, no one will ever marry you – we can’t afford to keep you. You’re not coming! The child lunges forward and grabs the dress of her Mother, wailing now to be taken with her.

“Please Mama, take me with you, please, don’t leave me.”

The woman raises her hand and yells “no” just as she backhands the girl across the face so hard that she flies backwards and falls to the ground, unconscious. The little girl awakes, the sun is setting, and everyone is gone. She stands up and finds her stick and begins to walk towards the trail left by the wagons, but as the trail leads into a forest she gets scared and turns around, she goes back to her village.

It takes all her energy to get back. She gathers more wood to put on the fire – she knows how to do that. The fire burns brightly and she says out loud to the emptiness of the forest “Look Mama – I made a fire. I can do that! Look Mama. Mama?” As night falls, the temperature drops, it is frigidly cold. She pulls a scrap of cloth around herself; she found it left behind on the dirt. She curls up by the heat of the flames, falls asleep, and never wakes again.

I tell her I understand. “It’s OK if you are broken,” I tell her. “I love you and I will take you back with me. And I will never leave you, I promise.” She hesitates for a moment. I hold out my crystal and ask her to come inside it so I can take her back with me. After a time, she comes. I hold the crystal tightly, and snake and I travel back to my conscious self.

I place the crystal on my heart and pull her in. The pain and fear rips through me momentarily, like a torrent of time and memory. I tell her, it is OK. I tell myself it’s OK. It is safe here. Look around. It’s good. You are back where you belong. Be calm, you are welcome, you are loved, you will never be thrown away again. You ARE good enough. You are perfect. You are home. You are whole.

I can feel her rising in me as I write this. I can feel the sorrow and fear of watching those wagons leaving, of waking up all alone. I put my hands on my heart and I tell her again: it is OK. It is safe here. You are back where you belong. Be calm, you are welcome, you are loved, you will never be thrown away again. You are good enough. You are perfect. You are home. You are whole. Thank you for coming back to me. And I tell myself: everything is OK. It is safe here. I am here where I belong. Be calm, I am loved, no one
will ever throw me away again. I am good enough. I am perfect. I am whole. I love you.

I will tell her this, as many times as I need, until I can no longer feel her as separate – then we will truly be one. Another part of me, long lost in space and time and memory, has been brought home and healed.
I thank the Goddess and my teachers and my guides and my snake for this healing.

Blessed are the powers of the Dark Moon. And so it is.
I performed this soul retrieval shortly after receiving the diagnosis of arthritis in my hips, more so in the right hip. I was very angry about this. I felt betrayed; I felt it wasn’t fair. I have spent 3 decades working on my health, learning what to eat for my body/mind type through Ayurveda, working out at the gym 3 times a week, practicing martial arts and yoga and meditation and, and, and. WHY! Do I now have arthritis in my right hip?

Two years before this I fell down the stairs in my home and twisted the ligaments in my right knee very badly. I’m a person with very good balance and flexibility. Why / how did I manage to fall down the stairs? Two or three years before that I misjudged the edge of a stepping stone in the back yard – it was covered in snow and I was heading out to the fire pit to perform ritual. I sprained my right ankle. It was painful, swollen and I was unsteady on my feet for a good 2 months or more, before it finally healed. The ankle, the knee and the hip – all on the right side. All attached to a body that is usually very well balanced, flexible and aware of its movement.

This soul retrieval was my healing. This little broken girl left that imprint in my soul, that imprint of “something’s wrong here, with the right side of me, something doesn’t work,I am broken.” And despite all the physical training I have learned and practiced, that imprint manifested itself as injury and finally arthritis. The realization struck me like a lightning flash, a moment or so after I came up out of my journey. I felt the pain in my hip connect to the huddling little girl held newly in my heart.

I still have arthritis. I’m working on my healing. It’s actually better now than it was when I was first diagnosed, and it hasn’t progressed. I’m working on balancing what is the actual fact of a disease state, with my continued efforts and intention towards healing. I manage it, I take care of myself; I listen to my body and give it support and rest when needed, especially if I’ve pushed myself a little too hard the previous day. I remember the little broken girl, and I whisper to her: Look! We’re walking! We’re strong! It’s safe and beautiful here! And we are loved.

Welcome to my blog!

Welcome to Wellyssa’s Well! Through this page, I’ll introduce you to myself and my energy healing services. This is an area of energetic work that I have been practicing and perfecting for over 10 years.

I look into the body to both see and feel where there is pain, fatigue, blocked energy or accumulation of heat, or emotional trauma that has rooted itself within the body. I may also look for areas of the body that may just need energetic support.

I heal those areas using light energy (chi, prana, divine light) through my hands. I also incorporate crystals and wands, incense, cleansing sprays and oils, sound vibration and breathwork. My intention is to bring energy and circulation to the body, release pain and provide a greater sense of internal balance and harmony.

I am here to help lessen your burden and to help you move forward in life, according to your desires and at your own pace. This is not a service intended to keep you coming back every other week; my purpose is to do the energetic work that I am trained to do and then teach you how to maintain your newly transformed body, mind, and spirit.

Stay tuned to this page for more information on my services, monthly specials, and how energy healing may be just what you need. Or, if you’d like to ask a question, you can send me a private message or click the “contact me” button. I look forward to being of service to you.

Come to the well,

Wellyssa Spellsong