18/10/2026
A wave of grief washed through me on Friday and I instantly knew it wasn’t mine.
I was doing a guided meditation, one I wouldn’t normally choose.
A wealth and success one.
We were asked to picture a sum of money, then scan the body for tension.
It showed up in my heart.
That was new. I’d never felt anything there in relation to money.
When I went into it, it was grief.
And I knew instantly whose it was.
My grandfather’s. My dad’s dad. A man I never met.
He came from money. When his mother died there was an argument with his siblings, and he walked away. From his family, and from his inheritance. He never spoke to any of them again.
He went on to raise 13 children. My dad was one of them.
Days before my dad died, he said something I’ve never forgotten.
“I really hope none of yous fall out with each other once I’m gone, or have arguments about money.”
We’ve never been like that with each other. Not once.
He carried that worry anyway, and I don’t think he ever knew why.
That’s how it travels.
The story stays with the person who lived it.
The feeling keeps going.
For years I’ve worked on my worthiness.
The first layer was obvious.
Growing up, I thought my mum loved vodka more than she loved me.
The layer with my dad and money wasn’t obvious at all.
It only came to light after he died.
And this one was sitting underneath both.
It was never mine to carry in the first place.
That’s how patterns heal. In layers.
The obvious ones are the ones we know about.
The rest only show themselves as we strip back what’s sitting on top.
All of it at once would be too much.
I’m not saying the money’s going to turn around overnight.
But something has shifted.
This weekend I sat with him, said thank you, and let it end with me.
Is there a worry in your family that everyone carries and nobody can explain?
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