When Historic Timelines Meet
A very interesting experience came to me during the COVID pandemic which taught me that in these times, when history repeats itself, there is some kind of conduit or pathway that opens between timelines. This allows for ancestral communication to be heightened, opportunities for healing, and just a lot more spirit traffic in general.
As the February moon neared full, I had a late-night drive to pick up my son and was sharply reminded of this pathway. Just as I pulled out of my driveway, I felt it. Something different and unexpected. A resonant feeling that I was not alone. I had turned up the music to enjoy some tunes and singing on my freezing cold drive and suddenly found myself unraveling out of that joyous feeling of a moment to myself. I felt the energy around my vehicle but also in the back seat. I refused to look in the rearview mirror. After all, it was dark out, I was driving alone with no other people in sight for miles. I kept my cool all the way into town and felt some relief as I pulled onto the paved road that took me uphill onto the common. Yet I was still fully aware that something was amiss.
I pulled up to the school and backed into the front lot, turned my headlights off, and waited for the bus to arrive. A few cars were spread about doing the same thing I was. I picked up my phone as one does and began to pass the time. Shortly after, I began to notice people walking around, in between cars, and just moving around outside. Each time my head would look up and whip towards the sighting, yet no one was there. I ignored it at first, but as it ramped up I reached out to a friend via text. I told her what was happening, and we began a helpful conversation around it all. Now, I am not normally startled by such an experience as I have seen spirits all my life, so it's quite normal, but I had never seen any such activity in my town like this before. I was grateful to have a dear friend and incredibly gifted medium I could reach out to for some sanity in the moment. As we were texting, I suddenly saw a very clear image of a man walking behind my car in the rearview mirror, clear in the half-light of the school building's floodlights and streetlights shining down. I actually jumped out of my seat about an inch as my head whipped up from my phone, only to once again see nothing in sight. No one, anywhere around me. I looked back down at my phone to share what just happened. She texted back, "Apparently 147 men from Craftsbury served in the Civil War." I responded, "That's right! The cemetery where many or most of them were laid to rest is walking distance to my left. We should visit it soon." She replied back, "And the whole town was settled by Revolutionary War vets." Then something in my mind flipped on. I began to string questions together such as: Are they stirring because of current events? Are their spirits disturbed in the energies of the current times? Is the resonance of these times so similar to the past that the spirits are activated somehow? Am I seeing this because I am supposed to do something?
When I returned home, I pulled in and stepped out of the vehicle. I just happened to look up towards the light in the sky and my jaw fell open. Right above me was this beautiful moon, nearing its fullness one day at a time. With it was this giant and distinct ring of light and air around it. As I gazed in awe, I realized that it also felt like a kind of portal, an opening to activity or information of some kind. I felt so close to it, even though it is so far away. I immediately knew this moon had something to do with the spirit activity as well. What? I may never know. I just knew.
Once home and feeling that all the activity had passed and the energies became quiet, I began to feel some gratitude in the clarity of these little connections I began making in my mind about what I just witnessed. As a collective of humanity, we feel each other almost all the time. We sense catastrophe on the other side of the planet even. There are things we just know deep inside, in a place within that is connected to the greater web of life and spirit. We are universal creatures, made of such wild intelligence. So it seems that even when there is an event or circumstance repeating or recurring in one timeline, there are connections made to other timelines. Within the layers of information in the great web, we can still access past information and bring it to the present. Perhaps with healing intention; and as it seems, when history begins to repeat itself, the essence of those past times bubbles back up to the surface of the now.
You see, during the shutdown of the COVID pandemic in 2020, sometime during that year I had a really interesting dream. A very lucid dream, one that even now I can remember every single detail of. In the dream, a woman I knew called to me intensely. She said, "Diana!" I called back sternly, "WHAT?" She replied, "Your great-great-grandfather is trying to reach you. ARE YOU listening?" Her sternness startled me enough that I went into immediate focus in my subconscious. I then found myself in a small room, a bedroom. There was a plain wooden dresser, candles lit and hanging from the walls, flickering in the half-lit room. A twin-sized bed with white sheets and what looked like brown wool blankets. A pillow with a white pillowcase. In the bed was a man I did not quite recognize. He was alone and clearly unwell. He was trying to breathe and struggling, weak, with eyes closed. I watched him take his last gurgling breath. I witnessed his death, or rather, she showed it to me.
In the weeks prior to and after this dream, I kept dreaming of wolves, sometimes causing mischief, other times just there with me. One in particular, all black, a male. I had seen him before, many years ago while pregnant with my daughter in a dream. The black wolf spoke to me in English. I never remembered what he said, of course, but his voice was so deep and distinct it stayed with me, and I hoped his message is still stored somewhere in my subconscious. This time, in the more present dreams along with my second great-grandfather, he was speaking in a language I had never heard before. It was strange and unrecognizable. As I tried to focus on the words, magic rolled out from each sound, like a flickering candle in the midst of a spell. I was taken aback. As I was coming to wake, I kept hearing the word "Gaelic" over and over. I woke up saying the word "Gaelic" out loud and went straight to my computer to begin researching any connection of the man in my dream to the wolves who have always been with me.
As it turns out, my second great-grandfather (my mother's father's grandfather), Joseph McKinnon, died in the 1918 flu pandemic from pneumonia—which is logged on his death certificate in our family ancestry archive. My cousin helped me narrow this down. I then immediately understood the connection from one pandemic to another and how all of a sudden I was learning the ways in which pathways can open for healing to our ancestors at these times where history collides with the present. The thing I still didn't understand was what I was supposed to do with that information. It took some time afterwards to understand that I could use my distance healing tools I knew so well from decades as a Reiki practitioner and could send healing to the moment of Joseph's death, and maybe this could have a positive and healing effect on my entire line from that moment on, all the way to me and then some. So I did. I sent distance healing to that moment in time by activating the symbols and using my intention with the information he gave me to reach into the greater web of time and alchemize it all for the highest good. What a gift.
The wolf was and is also a very important part of this experience. For the wolf brings with it that ancestral line of spirituality and healing in threads of Scottish lineage, which is where this particular line and Joseph had immigrated to Quebec from. As it turns out, this particular paternal line of men seemingly has a deep connection to Scottish witchcraft, spirituality, and a way of honoring the magic and stories of life and history. The male wolf, I felt, was a symbol of this ancestral line, carrying the magic forward through the threads of the subconscious, downloading information into my soul to help me remember where parts of me are made from and why I am the way I am. My grandfather Ernie was a very spiritual man. He was a devout Catholic, but he really believed in magic, spirits, the afterlife, and that we came here to evolve our souls. He used to always tell me that my life contract was already written, so why have any fear? He saw spirits too and shared many experiences and stories with me as a child that brought so much mystery and hope into my life. He was a mystic, a psychic, and a prophet. Maybe this line of men all were?
As I write this now, I still am unsure if there is something I need to offer to the spirits in town, to help them rest again in such quaking times. I hope to visit the cemetery soon with my friend, and maybe something will come to me then.
What I do know is this: the veil is apparently thin when the present mirrors the past. In times of collective upheaval—when patterns repeat across the centuries—our ancestors draw near. They remind us that we are not the first to walk through darkness, not the first to wonder if the light will return. Their presence is both an offering and an invitation. They offer us their resilience, their magic, their knowing. And they invite us to tend the thread, to send healing both backward and forward through time, to remember that we are part of a lineage that has always known how to survive, how to see beyond, how to transform.
I will never not be in awe of this place we inhabit, the afterlife, and how close we truly are to the ones who have passed on. I find comfort in the moments that remind me of that closeness and possibility. And I find purpose in knowing that when the timelines meet, we have work to do—healing work, remembering work, honoring work. The spirits are not just visiting. They are asking us to wake up and remember who we are.
XO
Diana