Meditation/Trance Work to meet an ancestor

At my Grove's Festival, Beyond the Gates, this year we were honored to have Rev. Michael J Dangler and Rev. Kirk Thomas preform the Friday night rite. In that rite there was a guided meditation to meet an ancestor.and here was my experience. 

I was on my normal woodland forest path and the orange land crab (Sidhé boy) was guiding me. In the meditation you were suppose to ask your spirit ally to take you through the sea to the other side of the veil to commune with the dead. 

My experience did not go as planned. 

My crab took me to the sea, and I followed it into the water holding on to its carapace shell. I was ready to travel across the water when the crab decided to dive deeper into the water, ultimately hitting the ocean floor and burrowing into the sand refusing to move. I was frustrated that he just would NOT move so I let go and swam to the ocean surface. 


At the surface I called upon the Crane to help me and he flew to me and grew so I could ride on is back to the shoreline where the dead would meet me. 

Once on the shore I called out to the ancestor belonging to a human clavicle bone I was gifted this year. I had hoped to get some information about this ancestor (race, gender, age, etc) but they appeared as a grey foggy mist on the shore and approached me. 

A bit of background on this bone. Most human bones in America came from China or India and both countries have since stoped exporting bones to America as there were ethical concerns as to their obtainment. These bones, now here in the US, are legal to sell within the states freely. I wanted a bone so that I may honor that ancestor instead of it ending up in someone's oddity collection. (In fact, I hope to own more bones in the future). I have no way of knowing if this bone belonged to someone who donated their body, someone who's family could not afford burial or someone who may have been murdered to turn a profit from its skeleton (yes, this was a huge problem).. 

So I called out to the ancestor of this bone to meet them. 
When they met me on the beach (as a shapeless grey mist) they said to me: 

"It doesn't matter how I died" 
"It doesn't matter who I am"
"It only matters that you care" 

then they turned around and moved back into the woods along the shore line. 

It was such a relief to know that my desire to respect this ancestor is certainly noticed even if I had no additional details as to who they were. It clearly is not necessary information needed for me to honor them.  

The meditation was far from over but the ancestor had already left so I wandered up and down the shore to kill time. 

I tried to talk to the Crane that was waiting for me, but he wouldn't talk. So I thought about my insubordinate crab Sidhé ally and it frustrated me greatly. In fact, my frustration grew into anger that he was unwilling to help me along this journey. 

When It was time to go back home I was going to ask Crane to take me home but I decided to call out to the Sidhe boy again. This time I was stern, I shouted out the Sidhe boys name (which I never speak as it is a big Fairy taboo) with a frustrated tone. Calling his name worked as he immediately appeared on the shore to take me home. I thanked the crane and let the crab take me home. 

I have a lot of work to do with the Sidhe boy....We are clearly not on the same page right now but I am confident that we will be with more dedication.