top of page
  • Pinterest
  • Instagram
  • TikTok

We choose our ancestors

  • Writer: Jennifer Oaks
    Jennifer Oaks
  • Oct 16
  • 2 min read

Two monks in orange robes stand on a rocky hill with misty mountains behind. One prays, the other holds a staff. Serene atmosphere.

I now know why.


I know why I chose her to be my mother.


I knew that from her past, she was the perfect person for my quest. I wanted to know true love, remember? So by choosing someone who couldn't express it, give it, or even feel it (because that was her chosen path for her own reasons), this environment amplified my soul's desire. It fueled my hunger to experience true love even more deeply.


Because being raised by a mother who didn't know "how to get me" set the stage for a grandiose play... one that I'd be able to live through my own life and my books at the same time. A play where every scene of longing, every moment of disconnect, was secretly guiding me toward the greatest discovery of my life.


It was the perfect set of conditions to bring me to this ah-ha moment—one I would never forget.


"True love isn't found in the seen. It is felt in the unseen, then—only then—can it appear on Earth."

By putting your relationship with Source first, you free yourself from all the suffering you've experienced, because now you're not walking your days with that craving in your body anymore. You don't need anyone's love. You are free.


Then, once it clicks, you discover that offering love to another becomes like this river, this beautiful never-ending dance. You are constantly being fueled by this true love from the unseen, and as a beautiful cosmic dance would have it, it pours back into your experience on Earth with more true love to give. An infinite loop. A sacred exchange.


And the only way I could've come to that realization was if I'd chosen her as my mother.


We choose our ancestors.

And we choose well.

Comments


Fiction that remembers.

For media inquiries, contact us at media@jenniferoaks.com

Oak Feather Publishing logo — where hidden symbols, ancient truths, and soulful love stories take flight.

© 2025 by Oak Feather Publishing. All rights reserved.

bottom of page