In our family, all of the men know how to play chess. I think it started with an older male cousin teaching my youngest brother, Kyle. when he was eight years old. My older brother had learned from another family member and maybe my dad always knew how to play. At family parties, the chess board mysteriously appeared. I never remembered where it came from or who pulled it out of its secret hiding place, but it always made a surprise appearance at the kitchen table with two males strategically battling for the winning title. The women in our family witnessed highlights of the head-to-head game, while they cleaned off the dining room table and straightened the kitchen.

Our family actually collected many chess sets throughout the years. I know there is a very old wooden set that is still at my parents’ house. My youngest brother has multiple sets. I recall my mom bought him one made of glass, and another made of marble. I bought him a wooden set and board made in Dubrovnik, when I visit there at age seventeen. By now he probably has an entire closet in his house filled with his collection of chess sets.

A few months ago, at a family party, Kyle taught my youngest niece how to play the game. I was at a volleyball tournament with Briella, so I did not witness it but I am told my niece put up a good fight for a rookie. Since that initial game, she has been perfecting her chess techniques by playing against her mother and her older brother. Apparently she’s memorized how all the pieces move and watches videos on various chess strategies, so she can be more competitive.

By her nature, she is a fierce competitor. She’s the youngest of four and has learned to stand on her own two feet, while speaking her truth. I am always amazed at the insightful snippets of wisdom she shares. She is an old soul; this isn’t her first rodeo. This past July, my brother had a family gathering at his house. My youngest niece asked me to play chess. I told her I didn’t know how to play the game.”Did anyone teach you the game?” she asked. I shook my head from side to side and she frowned. “Let’s go. I’m teaching you,” she insisted as she placed the rooks on the board. “I started teaching Nana how to play last week,”she said. My mother walked by and verbally concurred that she has indeed been learning the game.

After my niece arranged all the pieces in their correct spots on the board, she named each piece and then explained how it moved. Then we started to play but it wasn’t a regular competitive game. We played as though she were a teacher and I was her student. When I placed my hand on a piece she made me explain why I wanted to move it and where I wanted to move it. Then she used her little fingers to show me how her pieces could possibly impact mine by jumping them or taking them. I felt like a child learning a skill from a master. It was honestly a little unsettling for me. I am usually teaching her things about butterflies, plants, insects and new dance moves because we always have dance-offs. I had to check my ego, which kept reminding me a child was teaching me an adult game. She was patient and took her time thoroughly explaining moves and possible scenarios. In hindsight, she was probably better than some of my grammar school teachers…especially the ones that taught math.

The game ended pretty quickly because I couldn’t remember all the ways the pieces moved. I heard her say,”Checkmate”and then she took my king off the board. I was surprised at how quickly it ended based on the lengthy games I had witnessed in my parents’ kitchen while growing up. “It’s ok. You’ll get better if we keep practicing.” she sad patting me on the back. At that point I realized this was a true lesson in humility–one old soul assisting another. It hit me as I sat there placing the pieces back in their box. The younger ones have the right programming. I never learned to play chess in my family because none of the men took the time to teach me or any of the women. It was a game they kept for themselves. My eight-year-old niece was the one to teach me and my seventy-eight-year-old mother. This is an iconic time. Not only is she a transmuter of energy in family lines because she is ending the old pattern and integrating the women but she is also connector because she is bringing all the females together. This is very special and I suspect many of my readers are seeing this too in their own family lines. The beautiful part is that they are here because we cleared the way for these special souls to be here, now. We did the inner work and that cleared the path for them and they are clearing for the generation that comes after all of us. The matriarch energy is here and has been here but it is unfolding beautifully because all of these little connectors are bringing them together. Always remember who you are and why you are here!

Namaste,

Anysia

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My paternal grandmother Alyce Blanche Morris Marcell, known as “Grandma” or “Gram” to her grandchildren was a beautiful soul that navigated a challenging life. She had black hair and beautiful green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. Her father abandoned her mother and his four young children leaving them in financial struggle. Grandma often told us stories of not having much food and having a lot of responsibility as a child. In my time with her, I remember her smiling a lot, when we had family events. She adored my father; we had that in common.

Grandma cooked great meals and enjoyed when all her children and grandchildren came over. She cooked traditional American food. Her specialty was pot roast with mash potatoes and brown gravy and dinner always included some type of bread and butter. Dessert was coffee cake, jello, or pudding. I remember being a little girl and trying on the various glass perfume bottles sitting on her bedroom dresser. Each one smelled like a different flower and I pretended I was a princess trying on floral scents. When Grandma was with us, I felt nurtured and safe. She always made us something to eat and watched us, while we played. Her eyes matched the innate gentleness of her spirit, despite the harsh world she encountered early on. Maybe it broke her in some ways but it never shattered her loving heart. In my 17 years with Grandma before she passed of cancer, she taught me that life isn’t about money or material things; it’s about family.

My experience with my maternal grandmother, Maria Maryanne Sala Baugh was a bit longer and much different from that of my paternal grandmother. We called her Nanny and many of my readers know about her because she is mentioned in my first book. Nanny loved flowers and crafting. She was of Sicilian heritage–a first generation American and could cook the most amazing dishes. She had brown hair and blue eyes. She was short and cute and would always be singing and humming, while completing ordinary tasks like watering her plants, cooking, sweeping, and driving. Though she lived in Arlington, Virginia with my grandfather, I attended undergraduate college in Baltimore, Maryland, so I visited them every other weekend.

In hindsight, I realize that time was one of the greatest gifts of my life. When I visited, she always had my favorite snacks. We stayed up and watched movies together; she was my buddy. During the day, we went shopping, out to lunch, and spent hours picking flowers in her gardens and making bouquets to adorn the house, which always smelled like magnolias from the fresh blossoms in a vase in the foyer. Nanny taught me how to cook, sew, make potpourri, do ceramics, care for house plants, and make herbal infused oils.

Nanny influenced me tremendously. She nurtured me like a mother, yet as a grandmother, she showed me how a child should be loved. I always knew she loved me not just because she said it also because she showed it by her thoughtful actions. She suffered a debilitating stroke in the spring of my senior year of undergraduate college. She couldn’t attend my graduation or wedding and she died a week after I got married. Although I wish we had more time together, as my grandmother, Nanny showed me how to ground in nature, how to nurture others, and give lots of love to everyone. These are all traits I plan on sharing with my own grandchildren one day in the future. She continues to guide me in spirit, always.

Out of all the women in my life, my mother, Denise Clara Baugh Marcell has influenced me the most. She had me, when she was 22 years old. She’s the shortest one in our Marcell crew with brown hair and brown eyes and a spark of candor that can ignite and inferno, if you mess with her family. My readers know I wasn’t an easy child, especially for a young Catholic mom. She didn’t have a framework to help her understand the world I lived in, which included seeing, hearing, and feeling things that other people didn’t experience. That coupled with the fact that I am a transmuter and bring her distortion to her awareness has made for a challenging road at times for both of us.

Nevertheless, my soul chose her as my mother in this incarnation. She has given me some of the greatest lessons and has often been my trajectory for change. Next to my children, my mother has been my greatest teacher. She has challenged me to be a good mother and she has also helped me develop compassion. My mom had challenges of her own, as a child. Her father had unresolved childhood trauma that affected his adult life and added a lot of responsibility for my mom as a child. Nanny depended on her and my mother had to sacrifice clubs and activities to help out at home.

Like the other women in my family, my mother is an amazing cook. She hosts holidays and family dinners with the table set beautifully in crystal, china, and silver that could never outshine the magnificent array of homemade delicacies she regularly presents. Cooking for her family is an expression of her love; it’s an Italian thing and also my mom’s thing. Her home is super clean and she would never dare hire someone to clean it. Cooking, cleaning, and caring for her family are in her domain.

I think her greatest skill is seen with her grandchildren. They call her Nana. She knows what each grandchild likes to eat and she makes sure to always have those things on hand. She could make peanut butter and jelly and Brayden would say,”Nana makes the best peanut butter and jelly ever!” Another time we were on a book tour for my second book, driving through the South and Brayden randomly asked, “Does anyone miss Nana?” I remember looking at him quizzically and I realized that boy truly loves his Nana! She always goes big when it comes to gifts and the kids love it Nana knows how to make them feel special and important. This is a skill I carry with me.

As a matriarch in my own family, I lead my children with love but also with healthy boundaries, so they can grow. I recognize that both Brayden and Briella have their own journeys and soul agreements, though I can help guide them ultimately the journeys are perfectly designed between them and God. I always have to let go and let God take over. I use my energy tools and have taught my children to use them, as well. This is something I didn’t learn from the other female leaders in my family; it is something that I was born with and the same is true for my children. These tools are new skills that I am contributing in the family line. These tools are integrated in the younger generations and will continue to be normalized in our family’s future generations.

It’s true that some women carry the matriarch healed blueprint but a vital thing to remember is that our soul’s would not have been called to carry that golden template, if those who came before us didn’t do some transmuting of energy in family lines. They paved the way for us Let’s remember that without them, we would have to clear so much more in our fields and in our family lines. They also showed us what we need to let go of and what needs to stay. Two consistent traits the women in my family carried were love and nurturing. These cornerstones have been the foundation upon which I rest the matriarch blueprint and usher in the Divine feminine frequency. My daughter and my nieces carry the next level. It will continue with my grandchildren and all the future females that have yet to birth to this family. We are paving the way, so they have a clear path of Divine feminine love and nurturing to not only support their families but also everything living on this Earth. Always remember who you are and why you are here!

In love and Divine union,

Anysia

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