Maybe you were adopted. Maybe your family came through an experience – slavery, diaspora, forced migration, the systematic erasure of a culture – that severed the thread. Maybe you were raised in a religion you have since left, and everything before it feels like another country you have no map for. Maybe your ancestry is so thoroughly mixed that no single tradition claims you, and you do not fully claim any of them. Maybe you simply grew up in a family that had no spiritual tradition at all. No rituals, no stories, no sense that the world was inhabited by anything more than the practical.
You come to the craft and you encounter a lot of talk about ancestral lineage, hereditary traditions, the wisdom of your forebears. You encounter traditions rooted in specific places and specific bloodlines. You encounter the question, sometimes asked with genuine curiosity, sometimes with the particular sharpness of gatekeeping, where does your practice come from?
And you do not have an easy answer.
The Myth of the Unbroken Line
