Do we carry stories that began long before us?
A few years ago, a woman came to see me with a question around addiction.
In her family, addiction had already taken several forms.
Her maternal grandfather was an alcoholic. So was his brother.
Her mother did not drink. She had seen too closely what alcohol could do. But every evening, she needed her cigarettes, her coffee and her film. It was a ritual she could not do without.
She had not repeated her father’s addiction.
And yet, something seemed to have found another form.
During the session, we began to follow that thread.
What was there to soothe? To suppress? Perhaps to forget?
Then images began to appear.
Little by little, a story took shape.
Was it an ancestral memory? A representation of something carried within the family? Something else entirely?
I cannot say. I can only tell what presented itself that day and how the session unfolded.
I saw a woman from another time.
She had been married and had a child. Her husband had died. After his death, his brother had taken authority over her and her son.
He made the decisions.
He wanted her to marry a man he had chosen for her.
She refused.
And her refusal triggered an immense, almost volcanic rage in him.
He killed her.
In what was appearing to me, the woman was still there. So was her child.
We worked with them, with what had been interrupted, with what still seemed to be waiting for some kind of resolution.
Then everything became quiet.
I thought we had finished.
But I had had a pain in my throat since the beginning of this part of the work. The pain had eased, and then it came back.
Something was still there.
Or someone.
We had looked at the woman and her child.
The man was still there too.
The one who had killed. The one who, in what was presenting itself to us, seemed unable to leave.
I invited Julie and her mother to turn towards him and say:
I see you.
Not to erase what he had done.
Not to say that it was acceptable.
Simply to see him.
And those few words changed something.
He was no longer only the man who had committed this terrible act and was cast out of the story. He was also a man caught in his rage, his act and his shame.
The work could continue.
And something that until then had seemed held back could finally begin to settle.
I sometimes think back to that session.
I don’t know whether the story that appeared to me belonged to an ancient reality, to the memory of a family lineage, or to that mysterious language through which our unconscious and our intuition sometimes give form to something that is asking to be met.
I only know what happened that day.
We had started with addictions present across several generations. We followed what came, without knowing where it would lead us.
And this story appeared.
A woman and her child.
And then this man, still there too.
Perhaps freeing a story does not always mean erasing it, explaining it, or even understanding it.
What if it begins simply with being able to look at what has remained in the shadows and say:I see you.
Unwinding inherited patterns with care and grounding
Sometimes, emotional patterns or inner struggles do not originate solely in your personal history. They may be linked to unresolved experiences, trauma, or burdens carried within the family lineage.
This process is always approached carefully and respectfully, guided by what is ready to be met in the present moment.
I would be honoured to accompany you on your journey to discover which stories from the past, though not yours, can still shape your life.
I offer in-person sessions in West Cork, Ireland, and online sessions worldwide.
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Muriel Laradi
Intuitive Kinesiologist • Healer • Spiritual Coach