Conscious Emotions-The stairway to cleansing old family karma
- Komal Mankani
- Aug 14
- 2 min read
Updated: Aug 19
There are many strange moments in life we encounter as human beings. We,suddenly feel exhausted without knowing why. The exhaustion is due to the lingering feeling of "I no longer belong here",and in that moment,a cycle within oneself has closed. What is this cycle I am talking about? According to Carl Jung, "Much of our lives is governed by the unconscious emotions and inherited pain passed down through generations".
When an old cycle ends in our unconscious,we are actually standing at a threshold which is a call from the soul of our ancestors signalling us that it is time to stop repeating and start remembering. A famous quote from The Lion King is what I recollect when Mufasa tells Simba to get into his power," Remember who you are".
This is exactly when the masks of our old selves crack down and the soul starts questioning,"Who am I?" All the hollowness within us starts to surface which rises in inner conflict between our persona that faces and the world and our own self when we are alone. Another profound quote by Carl Jung is what I would like to state here, "The privilege of a lifetime is to become who we truly are".
Operating from a higher level of consciousness requires closing of old cycles by enduring pain and cleansing karam. Quite often,spiritually,such souls are termed as "the chosen ones",which simply means certain souls takes the reigns of clearing ancestral trauma. The feeling of "not fitting in" is a clear indication of serving the soul's higher purpose. Much of what weighs the soul down is not really the soul's karmic baggage to heal, rather to bring light onto the surface to assist other soul family members to work on their shadow aspects.
The true transformation occurs when we stop acting from the wound and start living from a place of awareness. The power to keep feeling,keep trusting and keep healing frees the soul to rewrite soul lessons from a space of open consciousness.
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