what are the soul lessons of a lovechild?

issue 66 ♡ the lovechild chooses to understand the lesson of class and society and how in the end it does not matter

what are the soul lessons of a lovechild? love dee

i found out recently through heritage testing, that my grandfather is not blood related to me. why did our grandparents generation keep so many secrets from us? love lost in thought.

dearest love children

this weeks newsletter we tune into the lessons of being born a love child, formerly regarded as illegitimate children who are born out of wedlock or considered fatherless. i tune into the higher self and source to learn the purpose of these souls journey and what familial secrets can teach us.

part I.

about a year ago, i met a tv producer at a vintage market (where you encounter the best folks) who told me about a series she created on sbs australia called every family has a secret. the show follows volunteers as they travel the world hunting for missing parents, siblings and uncovering wild and wily family secrets. the show is brimming with unsaid stories of illegitimacy and bursting with secret affairs, secret agents and hidden agendas and aliases.

i watched three seasons with my 8 year old and we laughed and cried as the protagonists attempted to bring light to the shadows of their fore-bearers traipsing through deep, dark closets of their ancestral lines. not everyone was open to sharing or making contact however and some seekers were left with unanswered questions and family trees still missing branches. but for most, the stuffy stagnant air from their secret safes dissipated and dissolved.

i admitted to my daughter, that there were secrets in our family too— with both bloodlines and heritage. some secrets i knew of and other innuendoes and impasses that lay uncovered much like treasure hidden deep in the jumanji jungle. out of respect for family members, there remained an older generation who chose to abide by the unspoken rule with trysts remaining in the confines of societal chests.

i reached out to a long-lost family member recently, who have been en secreto for my entire life. my goal in doing so was to have — less-f**k-up-ed-ness in my life. i longed to be as open as i could be with my heritage, to lift the ancestral weight and determined not pass on the burden onto my children. i also understood in order for me to continue on with my current load/manuscript, healing on my paternal side demanded to be addressed before it would let me carry on.

“there was not much anyone of us could have done”, i was wisely told in the encounter. i left much relieved and refreshed. the next day i found myself sighing loudly — multiple times throughout the day — scattering the stagnant air and blowing the old cobwebs away. i gulped in monumental relief and revelation. this was a breath of fresh familial air i had never experienced and i rejoiced in a deeper knowing now understood — that the weight we carry is only ours to bear, if we wish to bear it. once bared, we no longer bear it.

part II