I’ve said for many years that I believe I came here to heal my ancestors. We’re connected to our ancestors through our DNA. We still have DNA from distant relatives encoded in our bodies and I believe that a lot of the issues we struggle with are ancestral and deeply embedded.
I’m more attached to my maternal ancestry than my paternal, however, to my surprise, I realized that I had a very big belief that was handed down to me from my paternal great-grandfather, Uriah. This belief has not only affected me, but my father and his father as well and it affected us in a very significant way.
Uriah was what they call a dirt farmer. He was so poor that he couldn’t afford to irrigate his land and the land was so poor that, without irrigation, nothing would grow. And for a farmer, that’s kind of a big thing. The other farmers laughed at him and called him Hard Luck Jones and he believed them. He passed this belief on to his son, my grandpa.
Frank had better land and was slightly more successful, but he worked hard and was barely able to support his family. My dad, somewhat perversely, delighted in telling us his family was so poor, they couldn’t afford toys, so he used the bones of a chicken as his toys. His favorite “toy” was the car, which was the sternum with the cartilage removed.
My dad did slightly better, as well. He didn’t want to be a poor farmer, so he joined the Air Force and became a lab technician. But after that, he struggled to keep a roof over our heads. I believe he could have done more with his life and been a little happier, but he believed he was a victim of the Hard Luck Jones curse. He never tried. He never took any risks. Why bother, when nothing would work out for him anyway?
And then there’s me. I’ve heard that story my whole life. Every time we had chicken for dinner, he told the car story. I watched him struggle to keep jobs and saw how unhappy he was. I wish I could say I have done slightly better than he did, but I haven’t. I never thought that I believed I was next in line to be Hard Luck Jones, but I did very much believe I was a helpless victim of my upbringing.
I was never supported by my parents in anything that I did. I was never encouraged to pursue any of my dreams. In fact, I was actively discouraged. Whenever I told my dad of a new dream I had or a new something to pursue, he would tell me how hard it would be to get it. He told me I’d never succeed and it was better to be more realistic. That may have been true, but I might have tried with a little encouragement. Instead, all I was encouraged to do was “get a job”.
So, I’ve lived for 56 years as a victim. I’ve felt powerless to change anything. I jumped at whatever job came my way, because I had no ambition, no goals, no belief in myself. I felt that I was lucky to get the pittance that was offered to me and now, I have nothing to show for my life now.
However, lately, I’ve been hearing a lot of talk about taking responsibility for oneself. I roll my eyes, thinking, “I’ve been responsible for everyone my whole life.” And I have been. But not when it came to myself, because I was a victim of my shitty childhood. I was powerless, because no one believed in me. I didn’t understand what taking responsibility for myself meant, until I read this quote from Chris Do.
“Taking ownership and responsibility for everything that happens in my life was incredibly empowering. I am accountable for what happens. I am in control. I have agency over my life and decisions. I will take credit for my successes and failures. I will no longer feel helpless. I will never be a victim of my own circumstances again.”
He also said, “There are no victims, just volunteers.” Wow.
For some reason, what he said helped me to understand what taking responsibility for my life means. I’m not a victim. I’ve chosen everything that’s happened to me and I can choose to do things differently.
I’m starting a whole new chapter of my life in which I’m picking up the pen to write the rest of my story from a place of power. It’s scary, because I’ve never done this before and I’m not sure it will even make things any better, but as they say, if you keep doing what you’ve always done, you get what you’ve always gotten. Ain’t nobody got time for that anymore.
And with that, I am healing my ancestors. Not the ones I thought I was going to heal, but by letting my unconscious belief in the Hard Luck Jones curse go, I’m helping to heal my grandfathers. They deserve healing, too.