The Children Who Chose Us: A Lineage Story

I was cooking for my children when the vision came.

It didn’t ask permission.
It didn’t knock gently.
It arrived.

Clear. Full. Sacred.

A woman.
Bent low, working the land with a hoe in her hand.
Her back, strong and tired. Her spirit, heavier than her body.
She looked up—and when she did, she met the gaze of a man.
His hand was over his heart.

And I knew.
It was Jamal.
Not in this lifetime, but in one of the lifetimes before this.
That vision wasn’t imagination. It wasn’t a scene.
It was a memory.
Not from my mind—but from my lineage.

🔱 Soul Ties, Timeline Echoes

Jamal and I met in our twenties.
He’s five years older than me, and like most stories, ours didn’t begin in perfection.
There was pain.
There was betrayal.
There were wounds I didn’t know how to name—but I felt them.

I held onto something though.
Something deep. Something irrational.
Something the world would call “crazy.”

I knew he was my person.

Even when he didn’t understand the concept of soulmates.
Even when it felt like I was second to someone else’s memory.
Even when his logic resisted the idea of past lives.

I knew.
Because I remembered.

And I think…
That vision was the way the Spirit reminded me, too.

🧬 Then Came Quentin

We tried. We waited. We prayed.
IVF. Hope. Disappointment. The long road of fertility.

They told us we had a 0.5% chance of getting pregnant without help.

But in November 2016, the IVF failed.
And in December, on my father’s birthday, I found out I was pregnant.
Naturally. Unexpectedly.
With Quentin.

And when Quentin came, he brought with him a kind of grounding…
a soul with steady presence, quiet knowing.
It felt like he came to stabilize the portal.

🌕 The Spirit of Nyla

What’s wild is that Jamal had a dream before I got pregnant with Quentin.
A dream of a baby.
He didn’t know what it meant.
But after Nyla arrived…
he said:

“That baby I saw in my dream... it wasn’t Quentin. It was her.”

And it made perfect sense.
Because Nyla looks just like her father.
Like she arrived to remind him of a piece of himself that he lost.
She’s fiercely independent. Intuitive.
And she is deeply tied to Jamal’s soul healing.
She came before he even knew he needed her.

Because some daughters are born to be mirrors.
And some come to bring closure to a lineage wound.

🔑 Then Came the One with the Keys

I had a dream.
Ancestral. Clear. Undeniable.

“You’re going to have a daughter,” they said.
“And she will be very, very important.”

A few days later, I found out I was pregnant.

That daughter was Nia.
And when she arrived, I could feel the shift.
She didn’t just bring light; she brought codes.

A reader once told me:

“That child? She has gifts. Abilities. She’s not just a child—she’s a key.”

And the more I sit with her, the more I know that to be true.
Nia didn’t come through chance.
She came through the line.
Through the pain. Through the prayers. Through the promise.

🕊 This Is Our Lineage Story

Jamal and I didn’t just build a family.
We honored a contract.
We fulfilled a soul agreement.

Quentin, Nyla, and Nia?
They didn’t “happen.”
They chose us.
Each of them arrived in divine order.
Not just to be loved but to heal. Anchor. Activate.

Every challenge Jamal and I went through…
every delay, every wound, every “almost”...
was leading us to this lineage rebirth.

This is why I created The Lineage Portal Collection.

Not just to sell spiritual tools.
But to hold sacred space for these stories.
For the women who feel like they’re remembering something they were never taught.
For the families who are more than DNA they are soul formations.

🕯 If You’re Reading This…

You might be one of them.
One of the ones who’s also been visited in a dream.
Who’s felt something shifting in their body, their family, their path.

Let this be confirmation:

You are not crazy.
You are not alone.
You are remembering.
And the portal is opening for you, too.

— Crystal
Founder, The Lineage Portal Collection