I spend a lot of time in my sunroom, currently painted a lovely pale green. It is where I am sitting as I write this and where I have a very clear view of the in-ground swimming pool in my backyard. I often sit here when I eat lunch and in the evenings.
One day, I noticed a big dragonfly flying in circles around the pool. In past years, I saw dragonflies skipping across the water and touching down briefly before flying away. This was different in a way that caught my attention.
But it wasn’t an isolated incident. It happened every day. Every time I looked out the window. Morning, noon, and evening. Even one time when I was swimming, it flew around me so fast that the slightest bit of fear arose in me even though I knew I had nothing to fear from a dragonfly and it would never harm me.
This went on for weeks.
Then, I went to a Psychic Fair in Essex Junction, Vermont, and paid for a channeled reading. The space was cavernous and loud, separated only by curtains from the booth next door. The message came through that the dragonfly was an ancestor trying to come through. I knew it could not be my mother, who had died in 2002, because my sister and I associated her with ladybugs. This was something I had no experience with.
The advice I was given was to go into meditation and see who the spirit was who was trying to communicate with me. The presenter at one of the classes I attended suggested I could write it on a piece of paper and place it in an envelope and write “later” on the outside so that the ancestor knew that I got the message but was not ready to speak with them yet.
So, I did that. I used the envelope and wrote dragonfly on it. I put it in an envelope that I wrote “later” on and placed it under a copper pyramid until I was ready.
The dragonfly continued to fly around for at least a couple more weeks before I found the time one day during lunch to meditate and reach out to communicate with what I had come to believe was an ancestor.
On August 15, 2025, I finally decided to take a half hour to see what message the dragonfly had for me. I opened the green and white awning on the side of the garage so I could sit out by the pool during the heat of midday. The dragonfly was huge and a reddish brown and acting in a way that was different from how dragonflies usually fly around my pool. For context, I had seven previous summers to compare it to.
I sat in meditation for about 10 minutes before I opened my eyes and began writing in my journal. I clearly felt it was a female in my mother’s line from way back. Much further back than what I could determine through DNA testing. I sensed she was Greek in Sicily. I saw a brief vision of when I was in Delphi, which made me wonder if perhaps she was associated with that place. I had read that one of the Sicilian towns my ancestors are from was built on the ruins of a Greek temple.
I felt the desire to visit one day and heard an internal “yes.” I feel this is part of healing that ancestral line. Books I had purchased on Greek history and intergenerational healing flashed into my mind.
She told me her name is “Isabella.” I did a quick search and found it means “devoted to God.” She told me to “read between the lines” as to the psychic and spiritual aspects of the practices of the Oracles. According to this ancestor, I am a continuation of their line and can speak with spirits and see other realms. I “know” the reality (at least parts of it) beyond what can be proven with statistics. She confirmed that she is with me and in Delphi and in Sicily in Campofelice di Roccella at the same time.
As I walked the rocky dirt paths of Delphi, I felt as if I were walking in the footsteps of one of the Oracles or “priestesses” which my body felt was a more accurate term to use. She said she came into me in Delphi to give me a sense of that time and enable me to walk in her steps. And yes, she confirmed she wore sandals as she walked the rocky mountainous path. She told me that I am truly a “daughter” and that I should write a book to channel her and use my wisdom together for the purpose of ancestral healing. She knew that I, too, felt the connection to the land.
And so my journey began to forming a connection with my ancestors and being open to healing any ancestral pain and trauma that has been passed down from generation to generation. With each generation that passes, the pain and trauma compounds, much like interest compounds in bank accounts over time or small amounts of poison accumulate until they create an overwhelming toxic load on the body. My personal belief is that things outside of DNA can be passed down, and it’s clear that Isabella agrees with me and is willing to help make this journey one of healing and understanding for all.
I really like this, Caryn!