A while ago, I posted a blog exploring the question: What Makes You Feel Connected?
That post sparked some fascinating discussions among my friends and fellow family historians. If you haven’t read it yet, you can find it here:
In the blog, I described moments where I’ve felt a powerful and inexplicable connection to certain places—feelings that often came before I’d uncovered any actual family ties to those areas. This led me down a new path of thought: were these experiences genuine echoes of the past, déjà vu moments, or was I simply imagining it?
It made me wonder—does the human brain come with some memories already pre-installed, like a laptop or games console?
Naturally, I turned to my genealogy friends and asked them: Have you ever felt a strong, almost uncanny connection to a place with no known reason why?
The overwhelming response was “yes.” Many had experienced something similar—an unexplainable sense of belonging or familiarity with a place connected to their ancestral roots.
Is There Something More Going On?
We often explain these moments away with phrases like “that’s spooky” or “a sixth sense.” But what if there is something more to it? What if we really do know things we were never taught?
Could there be such a thing as ancestral memory—memories and emotional imprints inherited through our DNA? Is it possible that some of us are more attuned to these genetic echoes, able to access fragments of the past passed down through generations?
After all, we inherit eye colour, height, even predispositions to certain illnesses. So why not emotions, instincts, or even fears? Why not memories?
More Than Just Storytelling?
Traditionally, we think of ancestral knowledge being handed down through storytelling—tales told at the dinner table, passed from grandparents to grandchildren. But could we be inheriting more than stories and heirlooms?
Family traits, quirks, and even mannerisms are often easily observable across generations. I notice it in my own children—the way they speak, react, even the tilt of a smile—I see myself and their mother in them every day. But could they also be carrying echoes of their ancestors' experiences?
Is it possible that ancestral memory includes inherited skills, talents, or traumas? That phrase we often hear—“a natural-born talent”—might be more literal than we think. Could those talents be passed down through the generations as some form of deep genetic memory?
The Science and the Spooky
I am a firm believer that we can inherit these feelings and emotions through our DNA or Ancestral Memory. Of course this can be both good experiences as well as bad and can include emotional trauma.
When those in our family have experienced unbearable traumas or have suffered immense grief, the feelings can be overwhelming and it’s human nature; when pain is too great, for the human body to suppress it. Yet when we block the feelings, we unknowingly stunt the natural healing process. Are we then storing that pain and grief for a future generation?
Can that pain resurface as symptoms that are difficult to explain in our descendants? Many will argue that the transmission of intergenerational trauma is passed from generation to generation in the form of storytelling and the sharing of experiences and that these memories are handed down and are more associated with recollections than imprinted memory.
However, although this sharing has a large role in inherited trauma, it does not fully explain why individuals can still show signs of historical trauma. There is also strong scientific evidence that suggests that inherited phobias can be passed from generation to generation via our ancestral memory. Do you have shared phobias within your own family tree?
A Personal Story – And One From a Friend
Let me share a story sent to me by my friend Monique—a perfect example of this phenomenon, in her own words:
Before I was really into genealogy, I started dating a guy from Ireland. Just a few weeks into our relationship, he took me to meet his father. Being the gentleman he is, he gave me the window seat on the flight from Stansted to Knock.
I knew my great-grandparents came from Ireland, but I didn’t know anything beyond that. As we approached the airport, I suddenly felt this huge rush of emotion. My heart raced, my throat tightened—I was completely overwhelmed.
I blurted out, ‘Oh my God, I love it here. I need to live here. I have to be here!’
My boyfriend laughed and said, ‘Steady on, that’s Mayo—you haven’t seen Galway yet!’
I cried tears of joy, and I didn’t even know why.
Fast forward five years: we’re married, living in Ireland. I finally dive into genealogy. I take a DNA test—it shows a strong connection to Mayo, right where the airport is.
Later, I connected with cousins from Australia. They visited with a hand-drawn map passed down through their family, showing where their ancestor—my great-great uncle—had lived. We followed dirt tracks and winding roads to the ruins of a small holding.
My great-grandfather and their great-grandfather had been brothers. Both left Ireland in the 1870s and never returned.
The ruins? They were about 20 feet from the airport fence. Right there, beside the runway.
So I’ll let you be the judge of what happened that day…
So—What Do You Think?
Is ancestral memory real? Or is it simply coincidence, intuition, or imagination?
We may never have definitive answers, and perhaps that’s okay. Not everything in life can—or should—be explained. But I do believe that our ancestors leave more than heirlooms and paperwork behind. Their lives echo through us, whether we realise it or not.
As family historians, we often search for hard evidence, documentation, and proof. But every now and then, it’s the “spooky coincidences” that stick with us—the strange pull to a place, the emotion you can’t explain, the familiarity that feels deeper than memory.
Call it instinct, sixth sense, or ancestral memory—whatever name you give it, it’s something worth thinking about.
Have you ever experienced something like this? If so, I would love to hear your stories.
The first time I heard an Irish folk tune, I thought "this is what music is supposed to sound like." The lilt and the cadence touched me. I've felt that must have been an ancestral memory embedded in my DNA.
This one really resonates. I've always felt such a deep connection to the Maritimes in Canada, long before I knew I had a rich ancestral history in Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. I've spent the last few summers in Prince Edward Island and felt an almost magnetic pull, like I never wanted to leave. I recently discovered that some of my ancestors immigrated to the island from England, I didn't think I has a connection there. Strangely enough, I don't feel this same connection with my Quebec roots. Even though I spent every summer in Montreal as a kid, and my father and last name are both French Canadian, I've always felt like an outsider there. Maybe I need to go back knowing how far back my ancestry goes in Quebec and see if it feels any different this time around.