Our parents didn’t know…
They just couldn’t know.
No internet back then, no instant access to endless info.
They did what they could, with the little they had, with barely any knowledge about the human mind, emotions, or how to handle them.
Let’s not forget: many had just lived through war, or suffered from it (in Europe).
After those brutal years, the goal was to rebuild a country, or simply survive shortages.
Tough times, really…
And we, their kids, paid the price.
How do you release all that emotional junk from such a hard era, with no help, no tools, no guides?
The result: at home, kids often became the punching bag.
Slaps, yelling, physical punishments, deep emotional wounds…
Our parents only had us to dump their stress, their anger, their fears on.
Not out of pure cruelty, but because they simply didn’t know another way.
It’s like when parents leave their kids at the grandparents or a neighbor’s place:
They hear “oh, your kids were so perfect”… then once home, the kids turn into little monsters.
Just because they can finally let go of the tension they held in.
Normal reflex.
Our parents did the same… except we were the containers of that emotional release.
And when it wasn’t on us, it was on themselves, through meds to forget, to sleep, just to keep going.
Her “new mom,” a farmer, had neither the time, the energy, nor the emotional tools to welcome a little girl shattered by abandonment.
My mom needed love like air.
Instead, she got… cold distance.
No beatings, but no hugs either.
So once she was an adult, how could she give the love she never got?
And who paid the price?
Yours truly.
The only woman in the family who gave me some affection was my dear grandma…
My poor mom spent more time thinking about how to end it all than dreaming about vacations.
Or hunting for the magic pill that might calm that endless ocean of sadness and fear.
Full-on depression by her thirties.
In the evenings, when the door opened and she came back from work, my sister and I froze…
Because a slap could land any second.
House not clean enough? BAM.
Table not set fast enough? WHACK.
It came out of nowhere.
Poor mom.
She never had real knowledge, despite hundreds of hours with therapists.
Her soul was hurting.
Not just her mind.
And I honestly think kids sometimes take on that role…
Like my sister’s cat who, apparently, soaked up part of her cancer and saved her life.
Kids often absorb their parents’ stress, anger, and pain.
Not by choice.
By instinct.
By love, twisted as it may be.
So how could he know how to be a dad himself?
He did the best he could, with what he had, with his will to do good, but also with his flaws.
Sometimes he blew up in anger, lost his patience, got harsh.
Then, the next minute, he could be soft, before pulling away again to focus on his own projects.
That back-and-forth of love and withdrawal left marks in me, of course. But with time, I learned to see the impact it had, to defuse it, and above all, not to repeat it.
I forgave him.
Because I understood the road he had already walked with his own parents.
I saw the man behind the father: his lacks, his wounds, his inner battles.
And instead of resentment, I chose gratitude.
Gratitude for the effort he made anyway, for the love he tried to give the way he knew how.
Today we can talk about it with perspective, sometimes even laugh. We remember some scenes that were heavy or painful back then, but with time almost became funny.
And I know he wouldn’t repeat them now.
That’s maybe what transmission is: not just what you receive, but what you decide to transform.
Today, it’s crucial, with humility and respect, to get this.
To realize they gave us life, and they simply did what they could with what they had.
This understanding can be the first step toward forgiveness.
And forgiveness is sometimes the biggest freedom you can give yourself.
So let’s forgive them.
Because they really didn’t know what they were doing…
Our soul groups, past karmas
If the idea of past lives, souls coming back to replay cosmic scenes with the same partners makes you roll your eyes, relax.
This ain’t some cult recruitment drive.
But me, I believe in it.
And guess what?
It makes me feel super responsible.
Because if everything happening to me is something I (kinda) signed up for in another life…
Well… I don’t really have excuses to keep whining.
So yeah:
Up to you to believe it or not.
But personally, I’d rather think the universe has a plan, even if it’s twisted sometimes, than think it’s all just random chaos.
Responsibility, my friends.
That’s the key word.
And spoiler:
It stings at first… but after a while, it feels damn good. 😌
We’re responsible for EVERYTHING that happens to us!
If we accept that our soul is eternal, then it must have witnessed all our trips on this earth – and beyond.
It’s seen our beginnings, our falls, our betrayals, our bursts of love, even our crimes… and it’s kept it all.
Not as a judge, but as a living memory, a sacred record woven into the universe itself.
Every life lived is a page in the big cosmic book, or the Akashic records.
And every soul we meet is like an ink companion – sometimes an ally, sometimes a trial.
Some souls keep finding each other through ages, pulled by unfinished stories.
That’s soul groups.
Tribes of light and shadow, tied by debts, promises, wounds, or old love pacts.
Nothing is random.
Especially not your family.
You chose them.
Yeah, as hard as that may sound.
Because it’s right there, in those messy ties, that your biggest challenges lie, your biggest karmas… and your greatest chances to heal.
There’s a universal law, old as the stars:
The law of cause and effect.
What you sow, you reap.
Not always in this life, not always in this form… but someday.
It’s the big pendulum of the cosmos, the fair mechanics of life.
Buddhists call it karma.
Others see it as divine justice or just the natural return of things.
A man who inflicts great suffering, like a tyrant or an executioner, will one day have to balance it out.
Not as punishment, but as a passage.
Maybe he’ll come back to save lives.
Create something.
Heal.
And so restore the harmony that was broken.
The relationships that hurt us the most are often the richest in truth.
Because they poke at old wounds.
Because they awaken soul memories.
And what if that partner who breaks you, that brother you’re at war with, that parent who ignores you… were old souls you’ve met before?
Souls that once loved you, or hurt you, or that you hurt?
That’s where forgiveness gets its real power.
Because forgiving isn’t excusing the act, but seeing the lesson.
It’s stepping out of the reaction cycle and into awareness.
It’s telling the other: "I see your pain behind your act. And I choose to stop blaming you."
No karma lasts forever.
Everything can change.
But for that, you gotta dare to look past appearances.
To see that everything you live today is a teaching.
A mirror.
A helping hand – even if it scratches.
To the one who gets this, life becomes a field of growth.
To the one who refuses… it becomes a never-ending loop.
So ask yourself: what are you here to fix?
And most of all… with who?
I guess we’ll meet again in other roles (father-daughter, lovers, siblings, friends…) to replay what failed here, recreate the conflict, and finally forgive, accept, make peace, and rediscover real love between us.
The power of forgiveness, the royal road
We talk about it all the time.
Religions sing about it, books of wisdom glorify it.
But in real life… forgiveness is a mountain.
So damn powerful…
Because forgiving isn’t just saying “Ok, I’ve moved on”.
It’s not a mental trick.
It’s an inner earthquake.
It’s your soul choosing, one day, to drop a weight that’s just too heavy to carry anymore.
And yet, we cling to the pain.
Why?
Because it gives us a kind of identity.
Because anger, resentment, bitterness… they trick us into thinking we still hold something.
That the other person “will pay”.
That our suffering deserves repair.
And as long as that repair doesn’t come… we stay stuck.
Frozen.
Locked in.
Ambitious, visionary, or let’s just say naively enthusiastic, I invested 100,000 euros.
Yeah, one hundred grand.
Fourteen years of savings, work, sweat, postponed projects and no-dessert dinners.
I started a business with my partner back then. I say partner, but maybe I should’ve seen the signs: he wore sunglasses indoors and smiled way too much when talking about money.
Four years later… puff!
All gone.
The money, the project, and a good chunk of my faith in humanity too.
On paper, it was his fault.
In reality?
Let’s say I also had my share of blame, somewhere between “too much trust” and “total lack of common sense”.
So here I was.
One morning I wake up: broke, my account emptier than a desert, feeling like I got hustled like a tourist in Marrakech’s souk.
You can guess: I was furious.
Boiling mad.
Sleepless nights, endless rants in my head: “Why ME?!”, “What the hell did I do in another life to deserve this?”
And then one day, I got it.
The real trap wasn’t losing the money.
It was staying stuck in that mental loop, chewing it over, burning out, ruining my present days with a past I couldn’t change.
So I did something radical: I forgave.
Him, of course.
But also myself.
The universe, karma, my exotic naivety, and yes, even the indoor sunglasses.
And then—miracle: I started sleeping like a baby again (ok, a baby who lost 100k, but still a baby).
I felt peace again.
Lightness.
The sense that all this… was just an experience.
A bit pricey, sure. But priceless.
Maybe I even needed it, or my soul chose it, to teach me how to let go, to stop tying my happiness to my bank account.
Since then, I’m more careful.
I don’t lend to guys who smile too much, and I keep my savings far from projects with ALL CAPS names and magic ROI promises.
But above all, I carry it like an invisible medal: “Survived a total financial crash and came out freer than before.”
What people don’t say enough is that forgiveness is first a gift you give yourself.
It’s not about saying what the other did was ok.
It’s not about downplaying the offense.
It’s about choosing not to let that wound run your life anymore.
Because as long as you don’t forgive, you replay it.
Over and over.
The scene loops a thousand times in your head.
And every time, your nervous system, your cells, your emotions… they relive the attack.
It’s like injecting yourself with poison again and again, hoping the other one gets sick.
Some grudges come from this life.
Others, maybe, from way back.
Old wounds, karmic, passed down generation after generation.
That’s why sometimes, we don’t even get why we’re so mad at someone.
“They didn’t do anything that bad”… and yet, something’s off.
True forgiveness is a sacred act.
It doesn’t come from the mind, but from the heart.
It can’t be forced.
It usually comes after a long path of inner growth.
It can take months, years, even lifetimes.
But when it comes… it cleans you out.
It heals.
It lifts you up.
It’s an energy shift: you don’t want revenge anymore, you don’t want justice anymore… you just want peace.
And that peace is priceless.
Forgiveness is probably one of the highest frequencies humans can embody.
It’s the dissolving of a karmic knot.
A mark of evolution.
A sign that the soul has grown.
And that’s also why it’s often so hard…
So don’t force yourself to forgive too fast.
But don’t keep hate as your lifelong partner either.
Because it’ll eat you up from the inside.
The day you’re ready to say: "I don’t want to suffer anymore over what happened", that day… you start healing.
It’s tough to forgive someone who doesn’t deserve it, who doesn’t even ask for it, sometimes because they don’t even realize what they’ve done.
And yet, the wound is very real.
So I held onto resentment
Not in the form of direct revenge, but in something more subtle: wanting to prove my worth, to show them what they lost, secretly hoping they’d regret it one day.
But that quest was a trap.
It drained me.
It kept me chained to the past, to those faces, to those finished stories.
One day I understood that as long as I kept trying to prove myself, I’d stay stuck.
As long as I didn’t turn the page, I couldn’t move forward.
And in turning the page, there was this huge step: forgiving.
Forgiving the other, without expecting anything in return.
Without even telling them.
Forgiving not for them, but for me.
And that forgiveness gave me back my peace.
It created distance between me and the wound.
It let me breathe again, feel that my worth no longer depended on the eyes of those who couldn’t see it.
I learned forgiveness isn’t giving absolution to the other, but giving freedom to yourself.
And that’s why it’s sacred.
When vibration creates invisible distances
There are only a few people you really want to spend time with.
As you move forward on your inner path, as your awareness expands and your vibe rises, something changes.
A subtle, invisible, but very real energy starts to redraw your relationships.
It shows up in different ways:
- You feel uneasy around certain people, like their energy pushes you away;
- An invisible gap grows between you and loved ones, sometimes even family;
- A crowded evening leaves you exhausted, drained, like your light got smothered;
- People label you in ways that sting: distant, weird, too spiritual, out of touch…
- Or simply, you feel you just don’t belong there anymore.
The truth is simple: You’re changing, and they’re not.
That vibrational gap makes some people not really recognize you anymore.
They sense something different in you – something that sometimes bothers them – and they throw judgments at you.
And that’s ok.
Don’t worry about it.
These aren’t “relationship problems”, they’re signs.
Signals that it’s time to readjust who you hang out with, to surround yourself differently.
A new relational space
At this stage, you’ll discover a key truth:
The people you truly want to be with are rare.
They’re the ones with whom time stops, whose presence doesn’t drain but nourishes you.
With them, no need to force, explain, justify. Just being together is enough.
Try this:
Take a moment and ask yourself honestly:
“ Who do I simply want to be with, without counting time or playing a role? ”
You’ll see the list is short.
Maybe a handful of people.
Sometimes just one.
And that’s normal.
Because the higher you rise, the purer your relationships get.
The fluff fades, the noise disappears, and only the essential stays: vibrational bonds that resonate with your true self.
Doesn’t matter how long we talk, doesn’t matter how much time we spend together: it’s never intrusive, never boring.
And it’s not just because they’re my daughters.
No, it’s simply a matter of frequency.
We’re on the same wavelength.
So of course… it feels good.
That’s it.
To close chapter 5, who do you need to forgive?
What if your family wasn’t there by chance?
What if the souls around you, sometimes so close, sometimes so hurtful, had once been in another life your brother, your lover, your father, your child?
What if that bond you feel, that intensity, that tension, was simply the continuation of a bigger story you haven’t fully understood yet?
Families aren’t just social constructions.
They might be soul gatherings, reunited again to settle old unfinished chapters.
A forgiveness never given.
A love betrayed.
A premature goodbye.
A bond never truly tied.
So if you feel anger, rejection, injustice… breathe.
Maybe that’s exactly where your passage is, your healing, your liberation.
Forgiveness is a path.
It can’t be forced.
It ripens with time, in the light of awareness.
Take your time.
But don’t forget: those bonds that sometimes feel heavy might actually be the most beautiful disguised gifts in your life.
Because they show you where you still have love to give.
So move forward with trust.
One step at a time.
With an open heart.
You are freeing entire bloodlines.
And that… is huge.