Up until recently my knowledge of my family lineage has been very scarce. When I started examining myself through my genetic lineage for the first time, I interviewed all my immediate relatives and realized how few facts we had at our disposal. Mainly question marks and not much certainty in anything. All thanks to the 20th-century history and rapid political and social-economic changes.
Sadly, this is more common than not among many people I know. Only the most determined and persistent ones get to know the truth about themselves.
Since childhood, I loved looking through my grandmother’s photo albums. They had pictures from distant past long before I was born. They weren’t too many, and they were all like treasures to me. One of the photographs was a portrait of a mid-aged dark-haired male with a small mustache, small round glasses that were fashionable back in the days and a very deep and sad look in his eyes. He was my maternal grandmother’s great uncle. The back of the picture had a stamp in German referring to the city of Magdeburg.
I’ve seen this picture many times since childhood and never paid attention to the stamp until I got into the genealogical research and deprogramming seriously. His name was Arcadiy. He was one of 4 siblings born into a family of a Russian Orthodox priest Vasiliy Slesarevich and his Jewish wife, Yekaterina.
When I was interviewing my relatives, one of them mentioned staying in their family house as a child. She said that all of the siblings received an excellent education because they were members of the privileged clergy class in the Russian Empire. All the children graduated from the Orthodox seminary in Chernigov, spoke several languages and played musical instruments, which was typical for the time. Arcadiy was a math teacher at the University of Chernigov and often had students visiting him at home.
After the revolution, the new atheist communist government came to power and started oppressing privileged classes including the clergy forcing my great great great grandfather Vasily to denounce himself from his belief. He could not. In the 1930’s he died of throat cancer which is an indicator of held resentment that has not been expressed or released.
The tactic that the communist government applied is very familiar to everyone who studied ancient history. Romans did that, the Catholic church and the Muslims too. It led to the disintegration of my family and several sudden deaths. One of Vasily’s daughters (my great great grandmother Natalya) died of tuberculosis soon after. Her husband Victor and 5 kids moved to Siberia where I was born 60 years later.
Back to Arcadiy. The great-aunt that I interviewed told me that he was captivated by the Germans during World War II because of his appearance and a combination of the clergy + Jewish roots. When she mentioned that he got into a concentration camp, things started falling into place. The stamp on the back of the picture with his portrait referring to Magdeburg is where he was stationed. Miraculously, he managed to escape at the end of the war and returned back home to Chernigov where he continued teaching.
I was always caught by those few Arcadiy’s pictures that our family archive preserved. I wondered what kind of person he was. He didn’t have children although he was married twice. He never smiled on any of the pictures. I wish he could tell me what he had experienced during his years at the camp and how he managed to survive and remain intact.
He is one of the few people in the family lineage who had a passion for math. I started paying attention to the numbers and their frequency/potency only since I began my exploration of Metaphysics. I think we could have had a great conversation about that.
Learning about family history is fascinating, however, the powers that be don’t want you to know who you are, where you come from and how unique your DNA is. My discoveries are still few, and I realize that genealogical research alone is not enough. It complements my mental work, which is the purest form of information that I can retrieve about self. How about you? Which Hyperspace tools do you use to explore your genetics?