Honoring the Ones Before Us: Remembering Our Ancestors, Our Healing, and Our Sacred Becoming
Honoring the Ones Before Us: Remembering Our Ancestors, Our Healing, and Our Sacred Becoming
By Angel, Founder of AMC Rise and Thrive
Hello beautiful soul 🤍
I’m truly glad you’re here.
To all the new people visiting, welcome. To those returning,
I’m grateful you came back. 🤍 This is
a place where I share my views — not to make you believe what I believe, but to
offer a perspective you may not have considered. Because sometimes we need
voices that gently challenge how we think… not to shame us, but to awaken
something within us that’s ready to be explored, healed, or understood in a
deeper way.
Whether you arrived carrying memories, questions, gratitude,
grief, or quiet curiosity about where you come from — I want you to know that
this space was made for reflections just like yours. You didn’t stumble here by
accident. You were gently led.
And if you’ve lost someone — recently or long ago — I want to
say something with tenderness and truth:
Loss doesn’t disappear with time.
The pain may soften. The sharpness may dull. But love leaves
an imprint. And grief is often the price of having loved deeply. That doesn’t
mean you’re broken. It means your heart was real.
Or maybe you are here for another reason. Maybe you’ve been
asking yourself questions about purpose, identity, direction… and you’ve
realized that sometimes we have to look backward so the future can be
different. Sometimes healing begins by tracing the thread — noticing what was
passed down, what was repeated, what was never spoken, and what you are now
brave enough to change.
Before we begin, take a soft breath with me. 🌬️
Inhale slowly.
Exhale gently.
And allow your heart to open to the story that lives inside
your blood, your bones, and your becoming.
Because you are not random.
You are not “just here.”
You are a continuation — of prayers, of perseverance, of survival, of love, and
sometimes… of unfinished healing.
And you are also something new: a chance for the pattern to
shift.
We Are Never Truly Alone
Today, I want to talk about honoring our ancestors.
And I want to begin with something important:
Even if you do not know their names…
Even if you do not know their faces…
Even if you do not know their stories…
That does not mean you do not have ancestors.
You come from a long line of lives, choices, sacrifices,
mistakes, courage, love, fear, hope, and survival. And I do not believe that
when someone passes, they simply disappear into nothingness.
I believe the soul continues.
I believe some rise.
Some descend.
Some linger between worlds.
Some watch.
Some guide.
Some wait.
And I believe one day, I too will reach that stage of
spiritual development — where I will watch over those I leave behind.
My hope is simple:
That when I reach that place, I will be proud of the life I
lived.
That I will have left this world a little kinder, a little softer, and a little
more loving than I found it.
These are my beliefs.
These are the truths I hold in my heart.
These are the ways I honor the ones I have lost — the ones who
taught me, shaped me, and changed me when I had to say goodbye.
Because I do not believe love ends at death.
I believe love changes form.
I believe love becomes memory, legacy, guidance, and sometimes… quiet signs
that remind us we are not alone.
And even if you don’t feel your ancestors watching —
even if your life has been messy, complicated, lonely, or confusing — I still
believe there is spiritual presence around you.
Sometimes protection looks like a closed door.
Sometimes guidance looks like a delay.
Sometimes love looks like a lesson you didn’t ask for — but needed.
🌿 Grief,
Love, and the Sacred Price of Connection
Loss and grief are part of being human.
In fact, there are five recognized stages of grief, developed
by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross:
Denial.
Anger.
Bargaining.
Depression.
Acceptance.
Every one of us moves through these stages in our own way, in
our own time, and in our own rhythm.
There is no schedule for healing.
There is no “correct” pace for sorrow.
There is no shortcut through love.
And when we finally reach acceptance, it does not mean the
pain disappears. It means we learn how to carry the love differently.
We begin to honor the bond instead of only mourning its
absence.
And here is a truth many of us avoid:
The depth of your grief is the depth of your love.
If you didn’t love that hard, it wouldn’t hurt that deeply.
That pain is not a weakness.
It is proof of connection.
I like to talk about those who have passed. I like to share
stories — the good, the complicated, the imperfect, the beautiful. Because life
isn’t one-note, and neither are our relationships.
And I love when I see parts of ancestors reflected in younger
generations.
The same laugh.
The same stubborn streak.
The same eyes.
The same fire.
It reminds me that some things are simply nature passing
through the genes — sacred echoes of lives that once walked before us.
Sometimes a child will turn their head a certain way and
suddenly you see your grandmother.
Sometimes a teenager laughs and the sound feels like your uncle.
Sometimes you catch yourself saying a phrase you swear you never used — until
you realize it was your mother’s. Or your father’s. Or someone long gone.
Those moments can feel like grief and comfort all at once.
Because it reminds us: they’re gone… but not erased.
Not in the ways that matter most.
🌼 Breaking
Cycles and Honoring Strength
I come from a long line of people who were strong, stubborn,
and loving.
They survived trials I will never fully understand.
They carried wounds I did not personally experience.
They passed down both blessings and burdens.
Generational curses did not begin with me — but I believe they
can end with me. (I added a link at the bottom of the page if you are
interested in reading more about that.)
I believe I was born into certain patterns not to repeat them,
but to transform them.
I was made to be different.
To question.
To act with truth in my heart.
Because just because something has “always been that way”…
doesn’t mean it has to continue.
Especially when the way it has always been… is broken in your
eyes.
One of the greatest ways we can honor our ancestors is not
just by praising them — but by healing what they never had the tools or safety
to face.
By healing what they could not.
By softening what they hardened for survival.
By loving where they had to protect.
By choosing peace where they only knew endurance.
But I also want to be honest:
Not everyone who came before us deserves blind honor.
Some people were cruel.
Some people were destructive.
Some people created chaos on purpose.
You are not required to honor abuse.
You are not required to romanticize harm.
You are not required to celebrate every ancestor simply because they existed.
You get to choose who matters to your heart.
Honoring ancestors is not about worshiping bloodlines.
It is about honoring impact.
The ones who touched your life.
The ones who taught you.
The ones who loved you.
The ones who tried.
Those are the ones whose memory deserves reverence.
And even for those who were flawed — if they were human, they
were flawed — honoring doesn’t mean pretending they were perfect. Sometimes
honoring means telling the truth. Naming what hurt. Learning what you needed to
learn. And choosing a different path.
That is healing.
That is growth.
That is sacred work.
🌱
Heritage, Curiosity, and Sacred Identity
Lately, I’ve been watching a lot of vertical dramas — many in
Chinese with subtitles — and I find it fascinating how different cultures are…
and yet, how similar they are.
They honor ancestors with plaques.
We Latinos honor ancestors with ofrendas.
Different traditions.
Same love.
Same remembrance.
Same sacred respect.
Heritage matters.
It tells you where parts of you came from.
It explains tendencies, features, temperaments, and resilience.
I’ve personally wanted to take a DNA test for a long time — to
see the full breakdown of my ancestral lineage. But I also believe in honoring
priorities. My family taught me to get what I need before what I want. So, for
now, that curiosity sits patiently in my Amazon cart, waiting for a season when
it becomes possible.
I’ve seen my grandfathers. I’ve learned about Spanish
heritage, tribal roots from western Mexico, and the stories behind the dark
eyes and hair that live in my reflection.
And every time I learn something new, I don’t just feel
informed.
I feel connected.
Because understanding where you come from doesn’t trap you in
the past — it helps you understand the strength you carry into the future.
So, if you have ever wondered where you come from — learning
your ancestry is not just about history.
It is about identity.
It is about understanding the courage in your blood.
It is about realizing that you have always been held by something bigger than
the moment you’re in.
✨
Affirmations
Speak these gently to your spirit:
• I honor those who came before me with gratitude and grace.
• I carry my ancestors’ strength and transform their pain into healing.
• I am allowed to choose which legacies I continue.
• I walk forward with love, wisdom, and courage.
• I am becoming the blessing my ancestors dreamed of.
📖 Bible
Verse
“One generation shall commend Your works to
another; they shall tell of Your mighty acts.”
— Psalm 145:4 (NIV)
This verse reminds us that legacy is not only about blood — it
is about testimony, love, and the story we choose to pass forward.
And I want to add something that matters deeply:
Some people you will honor aren’t even blood — but that
doesn’t mean they aren’t your family.
Family is not always DNA.
Sometimes family is presence.
Sometimes family is protection.
Sometimes family is the one who showed up when nobody else did.
Some bonds are so sacred that they transcend time and space.
Maybe it was a mentor.
A neighbor.
A pastor.
A teacher.
A friend who held you together.
A woman who loved you like her own.
A man who guided you when you didn’t have guidance.
These people matter too.
And honoring them is not “less than” honoring blood.
Love makes family.
Devotion makes family.
Consistency makes family.
So, if your heart has ancestors that aren’t related by blood —
honor them. Speak their names. Tell their stories. Carry their lessons forward.
🎵 Song of
the Day
“Power of My Passion” — Lavva (Explicit)
🎧
Listen here
This song speaks to honoring our ancestors by living fully.
By loving deeply.
By standing boldly.
By becoming more than fear tried to make us.
It reminds us that our lives are not just ours — they are
living continuations of every soul that walked before us.
And I love how it invites a certain kind of internal fire —
not the kind that burns you out, but the kind that lights you up.
Because honoring ancestors isn’t only about lighting candles
or making an altar.
Sometimes honoring ancestors looks like:
Choosing therapy when they never had the option.
Setting boundaries when they were taught to endure.
Learning emotional language when they only knew survival.
Breaking cycles when they repeated them unconsciously.
Speaking truth when they stayed silent.
It is thanking them not just for the comfort, but for the
lessons learned through their trials.
As you listen, let this song become a quiet promise:
I will live in a way that honors where I came
from.
And if you don’t know where you came from in detail, let it
still be your promise:
I will live in a way that honors the strength that
brought me here.
Let the music be a reminder that your life can be a tribute.
A testimony.
A turning point.
🌟 Final
Thoughts: Becoming the Ancestor Someone Will Remember
So, as you enter this season, let me remind you gently:
It is never too late to make a change.
To live differently.
To love harder.
To set better boundaries.
To stop the generational curses that have been passed down.
Just because those who came before you didn’t deal with
mental, emotional, or spiritual health… doesn’t mean that has to be you.
You are blessed to be alive in a time where there is
information. Support. Tools. Language. Community. Resources.
You can do the work.
You can heal.
You can rise.
You can thrive.
We all lose people.
Family members. Friends. Pets. Neighbors.
Sometimes we even witness random deaths that have nothing to do with us, yet
still shake us.
Death is part of life. No one can escape this fact.
And because we do not know how much time we have on this earth;
I want to say this with love:
Don’t waste your light.
Don’t keep shrinking because someone else is uncomfortable
with your growth.
Don’t keep repeating patterns because they are familiar.
Don’t keep carrying guilt that was never yours.
Let grief soften you — not harden you.
Let loss deepen you — not destroy you.
Let ancestry guide you — not chain you.
You can honor the past while still choosing a different
future.
And one day — whether you believe in heaven, spirit, legacy,
energy, or simply memory — you will leave something behind.
So, live in a way that feels true.
Be kind where you can.
Be brave where you must.
Be honest in your healing.
Be faithful to what God is growing in you.
Because you may not realize it yet… but you are becoming the
ancestor someone will one day thank.
With love, faith, and reverence,
Angel
Founder of AMC Rise and Thrive
If this message has resonated, please share it — and visit the
archive for a message that may be waiting for you.
If you want to read more about generational curses, I invite
you to visit the post below:
Breaking Generational Curses — My
Story
A personal story of healing
family patterns and choosing freedom.
Trust divine timing.
We can’t rush what’s on its way to us.
We can only stay open, receptive, and ready for the blessings meant for us.
Many blessings to all who read this.
And here is my prayer for you:
May you feel connected to those who came before you.
May you find peace with what you carry.
May you honor the love more than the loss.
May you become the ancestor someone will one day thank.
May you feel deeply seen, gently supported, and endlessly loved — by both
heaven and earth.
#AMCRiseAndThrive #HonoringAncestors #SacredLegacy
#HealingGenerations #FaithAndRemembrance
Explore more: AMC Rise
and Thrive | Chakra
Quiz | Subscribe | Calendar
Comments
Post a Comment