Wow, life is SO busy. With the start of pre-school and kindergarten for my girls, getting settled as a remote worker in my home office, losing the babysitter and deciding to not hire a new one... Things have been hectic to say the least. But, last Saturday afternoon, I was able to squeeze in some time for my soul.
I attended the Kindred Spirits Potluck at the The Retreat on Elm and met some very nice people on their own spiritual journey. We started off by all sitting around and introducing ourselves and what we practice and what we were hoping to gain from our meeting. I'm always pleasantly surprised by the stories people tell about themselves. We tend to see people and make judgments based on their appearances and when they tell their story, it can wake you up. A constant reminder to never judge.
After everyone spoke about themselves, we had some casual conversation and one lovely lady was concerned about the message she received about saving someone's life. It immediately came to me that it wasn't something to stress about, but look for ways to help as we go about our lives. For example, on my way to the Retreat, I had stopped for gas. At the pump across the way, there was a very young couple clearly having some kind of argument, although they were keeping quiet. When the young woman got into her car, the young man leaned in... Then I saw him hit her arm. It wasn't in a casual manner, but with a lot of force and intent to hurt. At that point I could not just sit by. I walked over to the car, knocked on the hood and pointed at the man. And then I said, "Touch her again and I will call 911." The look on the man was sheer surprise. But he backed away. As soon as he did that, the girl closed the car door and drove away. The man then walked over to his truck, got in it and backed out of the parking spot. He then looked at me... I looked back at him and just pointed my finger again... Gesturing, no! He did say something that made me understand why things like this can happen.. He said, "but I just bought her gas." As if that justifies his behavior.
Hopefully, by breaking up their argument at that moment, it provided some clarity. Hopefully, this young couple were able to stop and just maybe this young man will see that acts of violence are not acceptable forms of behavior. And just maybe, that will save a life.
BUT, that wasn't all.
There was another woman at the potluck that was trained to hypnotize people to help with past life regression. I have been thinking about that a lot lately and was very excited. I asked if she wouldn't mind giving me a session.
So we went in the meditation/reiki room that April has set up at the retreat and discussed what the steps would be. So as I relaxed on the reiki table and slipped into what felt like a very deep meditation, this woman began to walk me through the regression. I visualized a staircase and a hand rail and felt the rail in my hand and the steps under my feet as I began to walk down. At the bottom there were two doors, one purple, one yellow. I immediately picked the purple door. There was an intense bright light shining through this little porthole like window in the door. I saw and felt the nickel finished door knob and opened the door.
It was still so bright. And then as I looked down at my feet... My very young feet, I saw that I was standing on the beach. I could smell the ocean, feel the cold water under my feet. And then I looked down and I was wearing skins. I turned to see where I was. Up on the beach away from the water line there was a group of people sitting around a huge cast iron pot that was suspended over a cooking fire. There were many Native Americas and a few settlers speaking with one another. I felt fear and sadness as soon as I saw them. I knew right then that we were going to war. This made me cry.
Then she asked me to move ahead. I was then in a bed in a small room, wearing a long white nightgown. I could hear voices talking in the other room. I then got out of bed an opened the door. There was my family sitting in front of the hearth fire in our colonial home. My little son and little daughter were playing some game while my white husband watched them at the table. I felt such love and sadness at the same moment. I knew that I wasn't married for love. But I had such love for my children. And my son was so special to me.
And again she asked me to move forward. I was sitting at a window looking out side at the ocean view. My son was standing there with me. I was in my eighties, or at least very old. Again I cried because I had such a strong sense that my son was the only one who truly understood my life's pain. My family, my original family was killed in the war and I was forced to live a life I would not have chosen, but I loved my children dearly.
And again I moved forward and I was in my bed. I could feel the weight of the blankets on my body. I knew that I was about to die. I could hear the voices in the other room, talking and waiting for me to pass. And so I did. I went up into the air and looked down upon my body. And then I went up higher and was looking down at my house and I saw the whole landscape, the ocean, the forests and the Sun.
But then I immediately when down again and found that I was already within a new born baby....
I had two more lives before we stopped. However, the first one really resonated with me. Afterwards, we talked about the significance of this experience in my current life. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I would prefer to do everything on my own. I have trust issues and often feel let down when I have to rely on someone else. From this past life history, I think I can understand why that is now. As this woman said, what was coming to her from her guides was that my power was taken from me when I lost my family and my people's way of life. I had to live a life I didn't choose. And also, I am sensitive to others when I see it happening to them.... Hence the situation I mentioned on my way to the Retreat.
I think I'd like to explore this more... But wow. What a great experience.
