Generational Phobias

Insert from my book-which occurred just yesterday.

The Line Ends Here: A Generational Healing of Emetophobia

For years, I begged Spirit to help me—to take this fear from my body, to release me from the grip of emetophobia that I had carried for as long as I could remember. I didn’t just want to understand it, I wanted it gone. I pleaded to be free of it at a cellular level, to no longer live in a body wired for fear. I thought it might leave through effort. Through mindset. Through will.

But it came to be cleared when I wasn’t even asking.

During a healing session with my mum—one of the rare times she was able to visit and receive healing in my cabin—the energy shifted into something much deeper. It was as though everything aligned: the space, the timing, her presence, and the openness of both our souls. Without my intention, the session expanded into generational clearing—not just for her, not just for me, but for the entire maternal line behind us. I saw a line of ancestors behind mum and I, and my soul was talking to them, thanking them for the lessons, telling them that it stops here, and releasing us both from the energetic coding that we've carried forward. I watched as the chords that bind us were removed and healed.

I was shown that this fear had passed to me and not my sister because I had children. Because I was the one to break the chain. And in that moment, I knew it was time.

Then, something even more sacred happened.

I was shown my inner child—not just one version of her, but myself at different ages—fragile, afraid, waiting for reassurance. And I gave it. I spoke gently to her, letting her know she was safe now. That the fear was no longer hers to hold. That it was over.

My mum lay totally relaxed throughout the session. At one point, she said she felt dizzy—and then, she wasn’t really aware of her body at all. It was as if she had gently left the physical so that the deeper soul-level work could happen without resistance. Her surrender allowed Spirit to work through her with ease. She didn’t need to consciously understand what was unfolding—her soul knew, and it was ready.

This was the moment it shifted. This was the moment my soul had waited for—not to push the fear away, but to honour it, meet it, and release it through love. What follows came through afterwards, as a whisper from the soul:

Whispers from the Soul (channelled)

The Line Ends Here

You were never meant to carry this weight, child of the light.

It settled into your body before you had words for fear,

passed down like a silent heirloom, tucked beneath the skin.

But today, you remembered your power.

And the line, trembling behind you, watched as you spoke:

“This is no longer ours.”

You did not need intention—only presence.

The soul knows when it is time.

You walked through the fear with trembling hands and steady heart,

not for you alone,

but for the ones who came before you,

and the ones who now sleep in your arms.

The trembling has stopped.

The chain is broken.

The line is free.

And so are your daughters.

I had tried before. I had sat in meditation, cut cords, spoken words of release, and asked Spirit to help me let it go. I had done the inner work with all the tools I knew. But now I see—it wasn’t just mine to clear alone. My mum’s physical presence in my healing space created the sacred container that allowed the energy to move not just through me, but through us. Her soul was ready, and so was mine. This wasn’t just personal healing—it was a soul agreement unfolding in perfect timing. The very thing I had longed for came not through force, but through presence, alignment, and surrender. It was never about doing more. It was about being there, together, when the door finally opened.