A Touch of Destiny – An Insight Into My Past Life Karma
Friday 13th. A date synonymous with fear.
I know people who clear their diaries, not even getting out of bed on Friday 13th. They book the day off, hide under the bed covers and fester; hoping the day will pass without incident. I do not personally believe in superstition, so on Friday 13th April 2012, I went to work as normal.
Of course, nothing untoward happened, just a regular working day. And like most Friday’s the office is a happy equilibrium and everyone hits the “Friday feeling button”.
The clock struck 5:30pm and we make a beeline to the nearest exit. I started the car with gusto and drove home, where I would potter about until 6:45pm then reacquaint myself with my motorised vehicle and make the journey across town. A quick detour was in order, to the local superstore, for another pack of hair dye and an all important caffeine fix.
I arrive at my destination. I am too early so I walk around the block until it is time. The door finally opens and I am invited to enter the “shed”.
However, this is no ordinary shed, oh no! This shed is as big as my lounge and dining room put together. It is warm and inviting. The wood burner is releasing its delicious warmth, the carpet under foot is soft and comforting, and the lighting is soothing – just right for what is about to happen…………….
I suddenly feel an energy, a little too close for comfort, and move to one side, emitting a “not today thank you” vibe. Resettled and happy, I take off my shoes and hop onto the couch. There is a kind of tense nervousness in the air. No one knows for sure what to expect, but I am ready!
I close my eyes and I instantly sense movement around me, shadows cast through my eyelids. Fleeting images swirl inside my mind. A blazing fire. A phoenix rising from the ashes? I try to relax. However, you could say I am the worst “patient” (one of the reasons why I drifted away from clairvoyance was my inability to just “be”). And, it is done. Now I want the verdict.
This is the part where I become excited, intrigued, eager. Throw it at me! Lynn paused. No! Don’t do this to me Lynn! A few deep breaths, a moment to reflect, and a “you made me sing for that” look, she began to relay her information; her insight, delineation received by her channelled helpers, guiding her through my lifetimes.
I admit to being a supporter of the lesser known religions, particular the less fear invoking, but Christian based religions? A revelation indeed. Lynn described how I fought and died in the Crusades, as a Templar, and was awarded a “state burial”; my hands placed across my chest and my sword by my side.
But the biggy, the most poignant life in my existence, was in my monastic era. I was the key bearer, the guardian of the treasure – the religious relics but more importantly, the sacred scrolls and teachings. When the monastery was raided, I hid myself, along with the keys, in a bid to protect the all important spiritual cache. But I was eventually found and all, including my life, was lost. Lynn believed this is why, in this life, I continue on this inherent spiritual path and that my writing now is an extension of my past. A kind of religious (in the thorough sense of word) need to share my thoughts on alternative thinking.
Although discovering past lives is part of her specialised healing process, I learned it is not the soul purpose of the session. Lynn performed karmic debris extraction, meaning she released me from historical ties, built up over my numerous lifetimes.
Meanwhile, Chiara, who works with Lynn, on the joint healing sessions was receiving information on the effect my past lives had, on my continuous existence. She described how I was incessantly linked to each life cycle as if in a chain gang. Basically, I was pulling each of my past lives along with me in this life, which was, in essence, dragging me down. (See Chiara’s message below)
It turned out to be a yes. And without delay, I go into round two with Chiara.
I lay back down on the couch. I can’t seem to relax my eyes. The muscles in and around my eyes were having a right royal row with my cerebral messages to quit already! And I have another problem. My throat muscles seem to be contracting, and I am finding it difficult to swallow! You know when you have breathed in a partial sucked boiled sweet and you are trying to dislodge it? Well that is exactly what it felt like. Is it because of my inability to completely relax?
The session complete, I am feeling a little chilly, but again I am eager to quiz, quiz, quiz.
Chiara explained my thirst for knowledge had landed me in hot water many a lifetime. It seemed I was an adventurer, an explorer and, reading between the lines, a bit of a pirate. I had a penchant for annoying indigenous tribes, across the globe, and they made sure I paid the price – with my life! The details of which I will not divulge, but I literally had different parts of my body in every corner of the globe – from Australia and Africa to the Americas and Europe - which she had to find, take back, and return to me in the “now”.
But there was more. An old man was trying to force a key down my throat!? He held a contract, to part of my soul, and was not letting go. The key was – annoying me physically to the point of distraction - a symbolic act. If I wanted that final karmic piece of the puzzle back, we would have to go inside and retrieve it. So, Chiara suggested another quick blast of infinite healing was in order, and set to work her magic once more.
During which time, Lynn prepared a full life guidance reading, using Angel based cards. The reading was based over a six month span, including what I was doing and feeling now. I certainly did not expect it, but it was a very welcomed surprise. I am not the best at remembering the exact card names, when someone else gives me a reading, but what I do know is the cards really did relate to what is happening in my life and what I want to do in the future.
The phone rings, it’s my eldest requesting a lift home, and the spell is broken. I say my thank you’s and we say our goodbyes as I am pulled back into my day-to-day role as an unpaid taxi driver.
So what was the aftermath?
That night I had a dream. I was living in a house, not my current house, but it was my house. It was old school 1970’s, straight lines, hammered glass panelled doors, big flat aluminium windows to the front. The decor was very nondescript and completely white washed. There is only one way to describe this, and I do feel a little disrespectful; homeless people kept knocking on the front door and asking if they could stay. It was in today’s era. I am still pushing 40, my husband and our children are present and correct, in the now. It was a little overwhelming, trying to figure out where to put all these people – spare bedrooms, tents in the garden and any floor space going.
One chap in particular described, and showed me, his life before he became homeless. He was wealthy, intelligent, suited and booted, had a high-flying career; which I believed was in construction. He was showing me how he once lived and how he used to be. Nevertheless, he lost everything and was now destitute. I believe the dream was about perception; not looking at things at face value and, to coin a phrase, not to judge a book by its cover? It may have been, more simply, about helping others?
I was also somewhere up in the higher realms. I do not really remember much about it. All I know is I was with celestial beings – Angels if you like – and it was the stereotypical human perception of being up in the heavens; pure, white, blue, light, soft, wispy etc.
The following evening I had another dream. I was secretly looking after a dangerous animal, which looked similar to a koala. Now I know that koalas can be dangerous anyway, but this one had long poisonous claws. I looked after the animal, as it had no food, and I held it. Even though I knew one scratch would kill I was not scared. It was living in my neighbour’s air-con duct. They knew it was there but they would not help. Yet again, a dream in which I was helping, assisting and looking after things.
What about my life patterns?
Probably far too many!
- I have lived in many countries, in a bid to find “home” – the closest I come (to date) is Spain and England.
- My home is an Almshouse, built by a Christian church on sacred ground - previously monastic farm land.
- I have a love of history, particularly the Knights Templar and the medieval upheavals, lives and philosophies of religious orders. Both of which I have written about.
- In terms of the Knights Templars, I have presented an entire radio show, discussing the innovations, exploits and the eventual downfall of the Templars. Was it a coincidence that the date Friday 13th was chosen, given the unlucky link to the Knights?
So how do I feel?
My mood has been a little up and down, but certainly not in a OMG! way. I have not felt anger, sadness, loss etc. but reflective and a little more tired than usual. Perhaps I need to relax more – or at least go to bed at a reasonable hour!
I have found that over the last few weeks, my writing has changed. The words have flowed and I feel I have allowed myself to open up more. Now, when I decide to write about a subject, I seem to veer off in another direction, becoming more spontaneous, free and natural.
I have definitely been more proactive too; asking others for their opinions on their spiritual or life experiences; requesting case studies to analyze and piece together. I have found other works to inspire and spark my imagination, actively been seeking more creative opportunities.
I am also questioning my motivations; what I want out of life, what I want to do and achieve in this lifetime. One of the phrases I have come up with this week is “gaining my career freedom”. Sounds odd, a little fragmented, but what it means to me is this: Recognising, and having the confidence, to go for life’s opportunities, that will allow me to be inspired and create my own freedom. In essence, to be able to support my family, doing what I love to do. I also need to stop hiding behind my invisible cushion and become the person I know I can be. The real question is: Are the actions I take right now, this very minute, hour, day, week, in complete and utter alignment with my true goals and ideals?
I know my previously half-hearted attempt to affirm who I AM to others and myself, no longer serves me. It is not about being big-headed, conceited, or arrogant. It is about being authentic and true, with humility and integrity. I write about subjects that a huge number of people believe to be folly. I used to feel awkward and squeamish when, a perceived non-believer, told me they had read my work. I could feel myself wincing, as I awaited a backlash of sorts, or hoping, beyond hope that they “got it”. However, it no longer bothers me. But what I do I care about are the topics I share and the standard it is written in. My ethos has always been to impart my pondering in an accessible, understandable way, which is varied, and caters for the wider collective.
But this is not all about me. This is about someone, somewhere, reading this, who can relate to my words and feel the same way I do. I hope it helps, I hope that it may put life into perspective and I hope that someone decides, right now, to be who they are, and be who they want to be.
I have kept in contact with Chiara and Lynn over the past two weeks, letting them know how things are and what has emerged over the days, following the joint Light Empowerment Sessions. Many of their clients relay their thoughts and feelings back to them and they certainly welcome it. So I have posted their post session comments to me below.
“It has been really interesting watching you develop and change over the last 10 days or so, your writing has changed. I would say, with your writing, just keep letting it evolve as you are and the right opportunity or change will happen to take it forward. A common theme with people is they have found manifesting easier, are clearer in their intentions, and get them with more flow. They also feel more powerful and confident.”
“For me the session went well and I accessed your most relevant past life, which is linked to your pattern in this life. All of the past lives and karmic cycles you have are in layers. It is like peeling an onion and this layer of karmic cycle has now gone. I think it all sounds very positive and I think it sounds like your creative flow has increased, and the more authentic you is emerging.”
Posted on April 28, 2012, in Complementary Therapy, News and tagged healing, holistic words, inspirational, Karma, Life Coaching, life purpose, Past Life, past life regression, Past Life Therapy, Spiritualism. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.