Ancient Wounds, Ancient Wisdom
An invitation to remembrance and responsibility
War is not only a worldly event. It’s the spiritual echo of fragmentation reverberating through time. War is the living resonance of wounds unhealed, inherited, and externalized across terrain.
As things are heating up again on planet Earth, we have yet another opportunity. We can choose the path of victimhood and powerlessness or we can recognize the doorway to empowerment and liberation. Every moment is that opportunity.
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The Echo of War in the Field
War is not new.
It is not only of nations or leaders, nor those on the frontlines or the ones in the line of fire.
It is not only fought with weapons.
War is the ancient memory of unresolved pain—echoing across generations, encoded in the DNA of our ancestors as well as our own. It is buried in the soil of lands soaked with unnamed, unprocessed grief. It is palpable in the local energy field.
War is the echo of exile. The geometry of fear. The projection of terror onto another’s form. It’s the resonance of the heartbreak of people who never got to rest.
Wherever war erupts on the planet, it is never just current events. There’s always an echo of what has long been unresolved, unmetabolized, in the field.
It’s a memory trying to be resolved. A wound trying to be witnessed. A scream from the collective nervous system, resonating in our own bodies: See me. Feel me. Let me be known without more violence.
War is the continuation of past trauma that was buried instead of mourned. It’s the wrongs that were defended instead of transmuted. The pain that was passed down like an unwanted heirloom. Because it was never safe to feel it.
Amidst all the noise, we may forget to be silent. To listen. To awaken. To presence. Before it becomes the inheritance of yet another generation.
We may not hold the power to stop tanks. But we do hold the power to stop perpetuating the very pattern that gave birth to the battle.
The War Within, Reflected Without
War is perhaps the most overtly symbolic resonance of our unresolved personal, ancestral and collective trauma.
It is not just geopolitical.
It’s genealogical.
It’s epigenetic.
It’s energetic.
It’s the macro mirror of our micro wounds.
It’s the conflicts between our inner child and our inner critic—our unmet needs and our masked personas.
It’s our longing for peace distorted by our learned strategies for defense.
The battlefield is also internal. Each time we demonize the “other,” each time we collapse into blame or shame, superiority or inferiority, each time we react from inherited fear instead of conscious breath—we reenact the very patterns that make war possible.
The land remembers. The soil, stone and water carry the imprints of violence, bone and blood. This is why certain areas of the planet are more activated than others.
Yet just as trauma is transmissible, so is peace.
Inner healing isn’t passive. It’s not weakness. It’s actually the fiercest form of remembrance.
To sit with grief without retaliation.
To presence rage without projection.
To honor the pain without collapse.
To stay coherent in the face of the distortions.
This is the inner armistice.
We are not responsible for ending all wars. But we are invited to transmute our own.
What do the global events bring to the surface for you?
Untangling the Field Knot of Trauma
The field knot is the distortion in the field.
It’s the belief that still feels necessary. The emotion that hasn’t been metabolized. The payoff that hasn’t been surrendered.
It blocks coherence until it can be fully seen, felt, softened and gently released through remembrance and integration.
A knot can be untangled when you find the thread in the chaos.
Resistance is what holds trauma in place. Belief structures reinforce the thoughts we inherited from our ancestors’ pain.
There was a time when it served the purpose of survival. Yet we have been trapped in the same survival loops for so long, unable to liberate our souls and experience true freedom. That’s why we mistake revenge and justice for power and freedom.
Each side of a war, whether global or relational, believes it’s defending what’s good and right. Yet both are projecting their field knot—their ancient wound—onto the other.
The trauma loop becomes self-reinforcing, just like two individuals caught in the shame-blame entanglement. Only in this case, it’s entire nations. A collective of people carrying their ancestors’ unresolved pain and defense mechanisms.
The shadow vectors are the unconscious resistance that keeps the patterns in place.
These are distorted benefits or payoffs that resist the dissolution of the pattern because there’s a belief that it’s beneficial, even if it’s painful:
“We must defend ourselves.”
“They are a threat to our survival.”
“Their existence invalidates ours.”
“We must conquer the enemy.”
These are not political ideologies. They are fractured beliefs wrapped in national or ethnic identity. Each side’s field is stabilizing the other’s distortion and holding the pattern in place.
There’s a symmetrical complementarity of the wounds.
The more emotionally-charged the loop, the deeper the groove it cuts into both fields, until it becomes identity, expectation and destiny.
Breaking the symmetry requires an asymmetrical act. One field must refuse to reverberate. And it’s more challenging to be the one who goes first.
This means witnessing the pattern, breathing and withdrawing our energy from the blame-shame matrix—not by retaliating, not by collapsing—but by seeing the knot itself, and releasing the resistance.
This act of non-reverberation becomes a pattern interrupt. It deactivates the repetitive resonance loop, and opens the possibility for transformation.
Yet the other’s behavior feels like the reason your reaction activates. But in truth, both patterns are self-sustaining and the loop continues because both fields unconsciously agree to hold the pattern together.
This is not a call to fix the world.
It’s a call to see it clearly enough—to have awareness without the resistance of defensiveness, deflection, projection and suppression—so that the pattern can dissolve.
Resistance keeps the pattern intact.
Ask: What part of me doesn’t want to dissolve this pattern? Allow it to surface without judgment.
It might say something like:
“If I let this go, then who will I be?”
“I’m not ready to release the resentment because it makes me feel safe.”
This is the shadow vector—the part holding the pattern in place. Just name it. Acknowledge it with compassion, “I see you.”
When you’re ready to go another layer deeper, ask: What is this belief protecting me from? And when was the first time this belief made me feel safe? Is this my belief or one of my ancestor’s beliefs?
Why the Personal Matters in the Face of the Global
You might feel helpless watching war.
But understand this:
Every time you witness your own inner pattern, every time you unwind another trauma loop, every time you choose coherence instead of projection—you’re disentangling the energetic knot that feeds war on the world stage.
Where one soul integrates what was fragmented, the field changes.
Where many souls integrate the fragmentation, the world changes.
And where war once echoed, a new tone can arise.
When we stop matching the vibration of hate, when we withdraw our resonance from the loop of violence—not from apathy, suppression or escapism—but from awareness, that’s when we liberate ourselves from the repetition and alter the collective field.
And remember, everything we project on the “enemy,” we are actually doing to ourselves. This is not a blame. It’s harmonic resonance.
Ancient Wounds, Ancient Wisdom
While our wounds are ancient, so is our wisdom.
Encoded in the fracture is the key to our wholeness. The healing isn’t separate from the trauma. It’s unfolded within it—waiting to be discovered and released, when the field is ready to receive.
The memory of wholeness never left us. It only grew quiet beneath the noise.
We are living in a time of convergence. Multiple timelines, unresolved wounds of grief, ancestral reverberations—all compressing into the spiral of now.
It is a convergence not of chaos alone, but of remembrance.
The spiral of time is tightening, compressing millennia of unresolved stories, ancestral burdens and collective forgetting—into a single accellerated moment.
It feels like time is speeding up because we are moving faster—through karmic density, through field entanglement, through histories that ache to be dissolved.
The existential pressure we feel and experience isn’t punishment. It’s an invitation into the liminal spaces where we can access remembrance.
We’ve been here before. War. Innovation. Collapse. Repeat…
This is our opportunity to remember who we are, before the trauma re-wrote our story, individually and collectively.
Before we mistook defense for strength, and projection for power.
Before our species built weapons faster than we built wisdom.
Beyond all of the distortions, there is an essence that we’ve forgotten.
These cycles of war and destruction are not new. Ancient history tells the stories and myths of technologies that advanced the world but tore holes in the field and fragmented souls.
Our technologies have advanced, once again, but has our consciousness?
The echoes of past civilizations are coursing through our veins and reverberating in our bones. In this echo lies a choice.
Just as we remember the grief, we can also remember the grace.
Just as we can remember the pain, we can also remember the healing.
Just as we carry the resonance of collapse, we also carry the codes of coherence.
Just as we carry the resonance of separation, we also carry the codes of integration.
The reason it feels so intense now is because the pattern is returning for resolution, not repetition. It’s not a punishment or bad luck. It’s an opportunity.
This is the threshold. The point where history can repeat… or reconfigure.
Will we collapse again into the patterns of pain and projection? Or will we choose to stay present long enough to let another tone emerge?
This time, can we remember more than the war?
This time, can we make a different choice?
This is so freaking poetically heartshatteringly wise and beautiful, Meredith, just like you 💔💗
Great post, its important now more than ever to heal these ancient wounds.
I post videos about this on my substack.