Part Three: The Father Call & The Child Within
This morning, after my run, something in me said, Call your dad. Not from fear. Not from habit. But from a deeper place — a place that wanted to emerge into a different relationship, a place that wanted to see what was truly there.
So I called him.
He answered, but he didn’t have time to talk. And instead of collapsing into the old wound, I softened.
“Dad… I have an interview soon. I need you to call me this morning. I need to hear from you. I need your support right now.”
He listened. He leaned in. I heard a different dad — one who was present, attentive, willing.
“I’ll call you right back, hun. What time can I call you?”
“10 a.m. your time,” I said. “9 a.m. mine.”
I had a client session right after — a session that was not about me, but about them. And yet, as I worked with their energy, I could feel the resonance of their own childhood confusion, their own early hurts, their own sexual trauma stored in the body. It was heavy, dense, familiar in a way that lineage wounds often are.
We cleared the imprint — a moment in a crib, wanting a toy, not receiving it, and the confusion that became lodged in the energy field. A moment that shaped how this person approached difficult situations, how they froze, how they waited, how they couldn’t find solutions.
We cleared it with Creator. And suddenly, they could approach their current life challenge from a new point of entry — clarity instead of confusion.
But then my time was gone. And my dad hadn’t called.
The Abandonment Wound Returns
Immediately, the old wound rose — the middle school version of me standing on the curb after practice, waiting for hours for a dad who never came. The child who walked home alone. The child who learned to expect abandonment physically, emotionally, mentally.
I felt all of it.
The years of confusion. The years of trying to understand why life felt so hard. The years of feeling unworthy of being chosen.
And then — ten minutes into my interview — my dad called.
Holding Two Worlds at Once
I was live, on camera, speaking about the chapter I contributed to Brave Families: The Ultimate Guide to Long-Lasting, Loving Relationships— Chapter 23, “Returning to the Mother’s Womb.” (Available here on Amazon) 
I was speaking about lineage trauma, about how we return to the point of creation, about how healing at the root transforms the entire family line backward and forward through time.
I was speaking about how we are like a spider web — and when we pour liquid gold into the center, the entire web shifts.
And in the background, my dad was calling.
My heart raced — not because of the interview, but because the child inside me felt abandoned again, unseen again, afraid again… and yet also elated that he was calling at all.
I was holding two polarities at once:
- The healer speaking about light, lineage, and miracles
- The child shaking inside an adult body, terrified and hopeful at the same time
And somehow, I spoke clearly. I spoke eloquently. I spoke truth.
Not because of me — but because when we triangulate with Creator, the words come through us, not from us.
The Healing Happened in Real Time
The people interviewing me were exactly who I needed:
- Two healers devoted to God
- A financial advisor
- A community of witnesses
They were teaching me how to be a better person even as I was speaking about healing. A miracle in motion.
I was seeking healing. I was receiving healing. I was offering healing. All at once.
The Call That Finally Came Through
When the interview ended, I walked outside with my phone in hand and called my dad — not to tell him about the interview, but to receive what I always needed as a child:
Connection. Presence. Healing.
He didn’t answer.
The letdown hit hard. But I recognized it — this was happening for me, not to me.
So I paused. I breathed. I said to myself:
“This has to be different. I am shifting this reality.”
I called again.
And this time — he answered.
He was there for me. Finally. Again.
My heart sang.
“Dad… I want to talk with you more. I want to know what happened. I want to hear it all. Dad, I need your help. You know that prayer I sent you…?”
The Father Call, The Prayer, and the Lineage Rising
After my dad finally answered the phone, after years of longing for connection, after decades of abandonment wounds rising and falling inside me, I felt something shift. Something open. Something soften.
“Dad… I want to talk with you more. I want to know what happened. I want to hear it all. Dad, I need your help.”
And then I said the words I had been waiting to say:
“Dad… I sent you the clearing prayer from John Newton. I need you to say it every day.”
He tried to interrupt — Taurus energy, just like me — determined, focused, unstoppable once the charge begins. But I held the moment.
“Wait, Dad. I need to explain. It’s a prayer encoded with the ability to heal in all space, time, and dimension. It’s energy. Energy that wants to move. Energy that wants to be given back to Creator to be transformed.”
He listened, but I could feel his impatience rising — the bull ready to run.
So I let him.
“Jennifer… there’s so much you don’t know. Your brother is really struggling right now. He’s confused. The medical system keeps pumping him with medications just to cover up something we can’t figure out.”
I interrupted — Taurus daughter meeting Taurus father head‑on.
“Dad… I know what’s wrong with Richard. That’s why you MUST say the prayer at least ten times a day.”
He sighed. “Jennifer, that prayer is too long.”
And I said the truth:
“Dad… it has been TOO long. That’s exactly why you must do this. I don’t want you to die with this. I don’t want Richard to die with this. I don’t want our entire family and lineage to carry this forward until we finally realize what we can do right now. This is necessary. And I KNOW Richard will heal — but only with our help.”
The Flashback That Rose Like a Wave
As I spoke, a memory hit me — the 16‑year‑old version of myself walking into the mental hospital where my brother was housed. Trying to convince him to be okay. Watching him put his fingers toward light sockets, claiming they were communicating with him. Another realm. Another reality.
I saw it all again — the trauma, the helplessness, the longing to save him.
Was I delusional now? Was I reaching too far?
No. I have seen too many miracles.
Cancer dissolving. Pain disappearing. Patterns releasing in an instant. People awakening to their true selves the moment the deepest belief is cleared.
I know what is possible.
The Story My Dad Finally Told
“Jennifer… you need to know what happened in our family.”
And he began.
He told me how he tried — with my grandfather, with my mother, with my uncle — and how they all saw him as the cause of everything. The black sheep. The one who didn’t live up to his potential. The one who wasn’t good enough because he didn’t make enough money.
He told me how he made my grandfather $250,000 in the stock market — money meant to help pay for my college — and how the rest was lost in the chaos of our family’s struggles.
He told me about Aunt Irene — how she was singled out, misunderstood, treated as the one who always did something wrong. And I remembered my uncle, near death, asking me to send her the painting he made. I didn’t want to — I loved that painting — but I did it anyway. And I saw his heart open in that moment, his own lineage healing before he passed.
As my dad spoke, the connections lit up like constellations. Everything made sense. Every wound had a root. Every pattern had a story.
The Moment of Truth
“Dad… it’s okay. I love you. And we have to do this together. We have to heal. Say the prayer. Miracles will happen. Synchronicities will come back. It’s our natural state.”
I told him I had done the prayer myself — but that doing it together was more powerful than doing it alone.
“Our family and lineage depend on this.”
And then I saw it — in my mind’s eye — Richard awakening. Coming out of the toxicity. Returning to himself. A new reality forming as my dad agreed to stick with it this time.
He has promised before. He has given up before. And that pattern lives in me too — the stall, the pause, the giving up.
I see it in my kids.
“No more,” I said. “Dad, we have to speak every day. We have to keep this going.”
He agreed.
The Lineage Rising
I told him about Ethan and Aiden — how their healing reflects the entire family line. How their bodies are showing us what must be cleared. How their progress is the mirror of our ancestral work.
He understood.
And then I saw it — myself traveling to Connecticut, seeing my dad again, meeting my brother after all these years. A reunion. A healing. A return.
Here we are — continuing the journey. Documenting the miracles. Witnessing the shifts. Clearing the lineage. Breathing the breath. Moving the energy. Doing the work.
Two powerful bulls charging ahead.
Here we go.
