Adventure One was locating the roadmap and tripping over my shadow along the way. Adventure Two was diving into the roadmap and hitting rock bottom along with the thought "I have no roots." "What is wrong with me?" Adventure three was agreeing with myself to retract the blame, stay curious and heart centered and go hang out in that place of separation and pain. There I discovered that I have amazing, gorgeous, wonderful, fabulous roots that are utterly mine. Along the way I realized that my feeling of being not quite connected to my birth familial line, and being differenty connected to my family of nurture line has given me a tremendous gift. Intergenerational trauma has never landed. It passed me by because I neither recognized nor accepted it. And in the same way, it never quite recognized or landed on me. Well blow me. What a fabulous gift. I accept, wholeheartedly. Then, when I looked at what my roots actually are, they are the absolute blueprint of me. How many of us can say that? (Er, actually all of us, if we think about it and ditch a few limiting thoughts). It is like, I got to start out with a clean slate, and bloody built my own roots, ground up/down. Which we can all do. I, personally accessed this heightened state through the training here (by Louisa) on how to disarm a word- "When a name no longer triggers you." This has allowed me to develop a place where I access altered consciousness, connect with my sub/superconscious, divine and familial lineages .. and do the Thing. Whatever that thing is. Like owning my very real roots, so I can change my life. While in that place together we (subconscious, superconscious, angelic and familial teams) constructed a sigil. (a message to the universe/ myself/ my sub and super consciousnesses) that went three dimensional and turned into mountains, water sources and falls, trees, a whole rooted world of me complete with the starry, starry heavens and all their players. It read "My Wonderful, Fabulous Roots."