Autumn in the Vibrational Garden of the Mother Wound
In this autumn-inspired hypnosis reflection by Liz Landon, explore the sacred art of releasing inherited patterns and nurturing your inner garden. Through imagery of raking, composting, and planting new energetic seeds, you’ll experience emotional alchemy: transforming pain into wisdom and creating space for freedom, healing, and ancestral renewal.
There comes a moment, often in the hush of fall, when the air smells of endings and beginnings all at once, when we realize we have inherited more than our mother’s smile or her stories by the fire. We have also inherited her weeds.
Not through fault, but through energetic osmosis. Through unspoken grief. Through old fears that drift through our lineage like fallen leaves. Through patterns sewn deep into the soil of our being. And so, as the season turns, we enter the garden. Not the one behind the house, but the sacred, unseen one rooted in our hearts, our ancestry, our energy field. A vibrational garden that shifts with each season, blooming, fading, decomposing, and renewing. It is here, among the amber light and quiet winds of autumn, that the true tending begins.
We begin with the gentle rhythm of raking, pulling back layers of time. The crisp sound of dry leaves mirrors the whispers of memory: “Be quiet.” “Don’t need too much.” “Keep the peace.” We don’t rake to erase; we rake to remember. We rake to breathe again. Each leaf turned over releases what has long been buried, making room for what wishes to grow.
Here, the air cools and the work deepens. We kneel in compassion among the roots, fingers chilled by truth and grace. Some weeds are easy to spot: anger, shame, guilt. Others hide beneath layers of love, overgiving mistaken for care, silence mistaken for strength.
Each root we lift becomes a prayer: “This ends with me.” Not in resistance to our mothers, but in reverence for our becoming.
Autumn teaches us the sacred cycle of release. Nothing is wasted here. The weeds we have pulled are placed into the compost of transformation. Pain becomes nutrient. Resentment becomes wisdom. Silence becomes truth.
As the earth turns, so does our energy, and what once choked our joy now feeds our awakening.
In this cool, golden soil, we plant new seeds of our own. Ease. Joy. Peace that hums quietly like late afternoon light. Boundaries that hold, like the steady rhythm of falling leaves.
We plant not from survival, but from soul resonance. This is the new legacy, vibrational seeds rooted not in fear, but in freedom.
And then, one morning, under a sky brushed with amber and gold, we see what we have tended: a garden both wild and wise. Still tender. Still evolving. But undeniably ours.
And somewhere in the wind, we feel her: our mother, her mother, all who came before. Some smiling. Some weeping. All witnessing as we do what they could not, tending the vibrational soil of the soul.
This is ancestral healing. This is energy alchemy. This is how we harvest light from the wound. This is how we bloom beyond the bloodline.
REFLECTIONS
What patterns or emotions have I been carrying that may not have originated with me, but were inherited through love, protection, or survival?
If I could compost one old belief or behavior this season, what new energy or truth would I choose to plant in its place?
How can I honor my mother and my lineage while still allowing myself to grow in a direction that feels authentically my own?
By Liz Landon, Certified Hypnotist, Healing Expert & Creator of the Release Resistance Formula™