Got rice?
You might know what I'm alluding to--my cell phone got wet.
Going online, they say, 'everything is going to be okay, just dry it out in a bag of rice for forty-eight hours...'
except if it's salt water--then the residue is corrosive and the performance is 'unpredictable'.
Damn!
I went to the cell phone place and got a replacement. And no--I didn't have insurance! LOL I did have an upgrade available, so it helped.
On the drive home, I got this insight:
The Consciousness is like the phone number.
The Body (as in 'Incarnation') is like the phone--as in my wet cell phone 'died', yes?
The Higher Self is like 'the Cloud'
Creator is like the carrier of the cell phone service
Due to the veil, with the amnesia, it might seem as if all of your contacts got erased.
It also might seem as if a loved one's cell phone 'service' ran out when they transitioned.
I feel the aura, the energy signature, of people--when they comment online, or when they are communicating through mediumship with me, or face to face--in other words, I 'get it', your 'phone number' and I go with it from there.
And the more we meditate, the more we 'upgrade' from a simple phone to a 'smart phone', don't you think?
I guess it was worth it to have my phone get destroyed and have to pay to replace it, to get this message out...about this spiritual 'way' of looking at things?
What could make more sense than something simple like the cell phones we use every day?
The energies are increasing. All of the vibration on earth is preparing for Ascension, both of the inhabitants (human) and the planet itself.
I know, I feel tingly all the time in the muscles of my body. The dense molecular structure of our three dimensional physical bodies is being upgraded to one that is compatible with five D; we will keep our bodies as we ascend!
You have experienced your body grow from birth unto your present age, without much discomfort, right?
It is sort of a growing experience like this--one you don't think about but you see the signs of it and have to buy your son or daughter new shoes for their bigger feet or new clothes that fit because they simply grow out of them.
But for all this, as it is said and done--and God? I'm still waiting for you to tell us how you FEEL, not mentally describing to us what we ARE--the time has arrived where we must discuss Vibrational Incompatibility.
As the vibration of Earth increases, each of us, on a soul level, has a basic choice:
LOVE IT and ask for MORE and hang on for the ride!
Hang in there with the discomforts and 'make it through' intact
Realize you are growing increasingly uncomfortable with each increase in Vibration, and cut your losses on a Soul Level and OPT OUT to be reborn in a new 'Rental Car'
This all has to do with the thoughts.
Think of Eeyore trying to get the hang of Love and Happiness and Dancing Around.
It's EEYORE! How much realistically can Eeyore be expected to 'Lighten Up'? Even if he wants to, it's not going to be the easiest thing to accomplish. And perhaps Eeyore might want to reincarnate into a 'Rental Car' or 'Body' that has the capacity to be more like Winnie The Pooh.
Very devout Buddhists have a belief that everyone walks around with a little flag on their shoulder. For example, and I barely recall this as my medical school classmate once described it, let's say your little flag is the color white. That means you die in your sleep. The red flag may mean something like you die in an accident when you are young. The blue flag might mean physical illness, disease, and dying from that.
Although these Buddhists do not like losing a loved one or friend any more than others because of the concept of these little flags on the shoulder that are invisible, there is understanding because these little flags have something to do with the pre-birth contract, karma, and exit points.
We had someone at my work die in a fire in their home recently.
Everyone is sad. The guy who used to share a ride. The coworkers. Those who gave emotional support and knew things were difficult for this person.
Everyone is reacting.
I knew this person, loved them, had a locker near them, and was Facebook Friends.
I also felt the vibration sinking terribly low. This person was a chronic negative thinker. Lots of smiles, lots of kindness, a beautiful heart. I could listen to the words, feel the energy, and know they were 'firmly rooted in the 3D life experience'.
In essence, we had an Eeyore that smiles.
This person checked out. Took their 'exit point' in the Life Contract in an accident. And put their 'story' to rest.
What God isn't telling you, but Sylvia Browne did: there is a LOT that goes on 'behind the scenes' of why we live and why we die PLUS each soul gets their choice on what option they wish to take, on a Soul Level whether to live or to pass on to another life.
It takes an enormous amount of trust in What Is in order to accept this: each person who dies, on a soul level--which might be completely unconscious--has either chosen to accept an exit point, or has come to the end of their Life Contract and run out of extensions.
So they leave.
And we cry. Because our Love that we once shared is very REAL and also exists between our two hearts no matter where each one of us is.
Game changes, story is over, and 'Life Goes On' (much as I hate that expression).
Next time you hear about mass casualties in the news, chances are, their Higher Selves arranged to be on this next 'Red Flag' exit point together.
When you find terrible disease strikes--do what you can and pray and help the patient heal--but always have in the back of your mind that little blue flag might be on their shoulder and doing its thing.
This is Illusion, this world we live in.
Just like at Disneyland. Do you know how much planning and work is going on behind the scenes 'backstage' in order to create the experience the guest has inside the park? Tons of activity! It is down to a science, and now they sell 'The Disney Experience' to management courses to help make people have that nice feeling that they have when they are in the park at OTHER places of business who hire the consultants!
So with this Illusion called Life, please know that 'Backstage' exists, there is logic and reason for everybody's actions and life story.
If you ask me some who come to earth and incarnate and get terrible lives are like angels who agrees to be the vendors who sell popcorn and ice cream in the middle of the park and don't really get to enjoy the experience of the park...they just make the illusion 'go'...
I could be wrong.
I only wish to point out to you something you might enjoy pondering, something that might help take away the pain or at least lessen it, when something unexpected turns up in your life that deals with loss.
I have had all kinds of things taken away from me, from my heart, and I have cried many tears, acted out, and held grudges against the souls of those who left me for many thousands and thousands of years. Only now is it coming together and beginning to make sense for us--my soul and theirs.
So I don't blame you.
I embrace you.
I kiss you on the head, and soothe you as best as I know how, from one survivor to another in this crazy joke called 'the illusion' or 'life', and tell you that sometimes our loved ones have their reasons which we cannot understand. It has to do with the way things work, and their choices, and what they want to experience/their lessons--a whole bunch of factors.
We will go through the box of tissues together, me and you, as we face each loss! We shall eat the whole box of cookies to make ourselves feel better! I shall offer you with kindness my very best cup of tea...
We shall weather the storm that has been left by the loss of someone very important in our lives!
And as the Auras heal, I'll shake my fist at the sky, to whoever was involved in this decision that affects us deeply so, and say, 'what EVER!!!!!' just like the pure-blooded Southern California Native Girl I am...
I love you.
I am truly sorry you have to experience LOSS in any way, shape or form.
God loves you (much as sometimes I can't understand it myself by His actions)...and so do I.
I want you to know so much that's why I said 'I love you' twice...
I know it might not seem like it, from where we are, right here and now, but I believe with my whole heart, everything is going to be okay, for both of us, and something we don't understand has happened--as much as we don't like it and never, ever have to agree to like it--something has taken place that is for the highest common good for all souls involved.
Our souls were split apart at the time we agreed to come to Gaia to assist Her on Her path.
We were married once, long ago. He died and came back as the child I saw born the night of his violent death. Losing my husband suddenly in that manner devastated me. I suddenly became a widow and beggar who lived at the mercy of our village. Once the bright, talkative girl everyone admired, I became silent and completely lost the use of my voice.
After what seemed like forever, death was kind, and took me, allowing me to be born back into the village as a beautiful girl who grew up right with my reincarnated twin. I was five and a half years younger than him.
We were married in an arranged marriage, but we had been best of friends our lives before our becoming man and wife. Again, I was the talker, and he was the silent one, the deep thinker, who touched my heart. I wed when I was thirteen and a half, and he was eighteen, a suitable age for those in our time.
Our home was a joyful one, and we enjoyed all the time we had together.
His life was cut short for the second time in our full Twin Flame marriages. It was because of his wanting to teach and share what he knew was Truth with others that led to his violent deaths.
Ties like this are hard to break. They last as long as both wish to experience them. And in our case, we really are 'one'. It is a perfect balance of the masculine and the feminine energies. We are one soul, the two of us, combined, for this is what we were before we were split apart when we were in Heaven.
Montague Keen talks across the Veil to his beloved wife, Veronica, to encourage her work on this Earth towards the Liberation of the Planet.
Matthew Ward speaks from the dead to his mother, Suzy, with messages to encourage and support the Lightworkers who are also part of the Resistance, wanting to free the people from financial tyranny and oppression, just like Veronica and Monty are doing in Ireland.
Ross came back for me. He is a Galactic, and an Ascended Master.
He has watched me since I was growing up. He has been there to guide and support me, only the amnesia that I have experienced in being a part of the third dimension is severe and extremely limiting. With much patience he has waited for me to awaken enough that we might share our friendship once more.
Where is he right now? His is in another Dimension. But I am a medium, so I can 'connect'. It's not easy for him to be able to 'reach' me in my current density. This is why I say, 'He came back for me.'
Each day he teaches me some more about who I was, and how we once were. It is good for me to remember.
I asked him if he wanted me to look like her, and call me by my old name? He said, 'no'. My accomplishments are more now, I am comfortable as I am now, and it is my soul signature that is 'enhanced' by this incarnation. Sometimes he calls me by my old nickname. It is Amee (Ah-mee). It pleases us so much to be together, it does not matter to us what name we use!
Today I learned about his love.
Yesterday I confided to God, 'I don't think how I am approaching this love thing right. For some reason, I want to love and express my love 24/7, just giving and connecting my heart to him. It seems 'normal' to me, but is it? Would you please make it clear to me how you made it, for it to work, so that I may understand?'
I didn't know if God listened. But I meant it, what I asked.
Today, a friend, a widow who is dating again, asked me to talk to her. She said, 'Dennis made ME his number one priority. I could relax. I never questioned it. But with this guy, I think I am falling for him...except...it's like he has this garden with all the little plants (the relationships). He tends to them. I am one, and he likes it, but I am not sure he is with the right reasons here for me, because he is taking care of all of his personal relationships and friends and family too; it's not like Dennis.'
I smiled because I felt God in our discussion.
I shared how modern men are like this, and from what I understand from Spirit, we are to 'row our boats' and 'wave happily to each other as we pass or connect' because we never know how long that connection is going to be. He sounds like he cares. But he is the best lesson in the world for you right now, because he's not Dennis. The answer you seek is inside your heart. You must make time to listen to it.
Then she said, 'You know what I think? I think for women like us, we so much don't want to be hurt that we push the men we love away. We just use our loving to push them away so they can't hurt us. That's why we want to love 24/7 and always be together. Then we don't have to be vulnerable to love.'
She hit the nail right on the head! I had my answer from God.
Then I saw this--'Let your husband love you'. http://www.whenathome.com/let-your-husband-love-you/ (the energy behind this is she's got an empty 'cup' of her personal energy, her feminine has been drained. although she perceives the affection from her husband as 'more draining' technically it isn't. It is rebalancing her feminine energy to help her feel better, and also for him to feel better too.)
I had the answer from God, not once but TWICE, so I couldn't miss the message.
Then Ross started to 'connect' again. I could feel him. He taught me that I have to turn down my love towards him sometimes, so he can approach me with his love energy. That's how it works.
I was starting to understand, to connect 'the dots' between my prayer, my request to figure out what this 'relationship thing' is all about. And I realized how it takes two, who want to be together, and the energy goes between them, like a dance, like a flame, of Love.
As I drove home from work today, I felt Ross' presence, and I called out to him--'Hey Ross? Thank you for the bracelet. And the earrings!'
And he smiled! Ross has the most gorgeous smile, and in my mind's eye I could see him smiling and happy that I understood my lesson. For indeed, he had told me he was buying me the mermaid necklace, and would give me the money (somehow, just like Spirit can and does!). But then the next day, I went to my local metaphysical shop, and I bought a pair of crystal earrings and five mini-power crystal bracelets that I felt were from him. The next day, my surgeon had a cash patient, and because of that I had just enough money to cover all of the purchases.
But I never thanked Ross for the 'extras'.
Until today.
He said he wants to treat me like his princess.
This is between us, this 'princess' thing. Between us two old souls, the Illuminated Twin Flames.
It has nothing to do whatsoever with me and you or anyone who know me in 3D--LOL--thankfully!!!
This is a princess-free blog! LOL LOL LOL
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Reiki Doc
P.S. Ross, this one's for you, from me. Your Rose Of Sharon is back. ((( big smile )))
Yesterday at a family gathering there was a spiritual surprise: my cousin's daughter stopped by with her cousin and my uncle to drop off old driver tests to my mother who is taking her renewal examination next month.
I hadn't seen L except once or twice, and at that, only briefly.
You see, this cousin, along with his brother, and my uncle, got upset how my father's parents put together their will; the inheritance was to be divided among the LIVING children only.
My aunt predeceased her mother by around six months.
As a result I did not see those cousins ever since. The exception was my uncle and his youngest son, my cousin Kenny.
My niece is my grandmother 'come back'. My nephew is her husband, my grandfather, 'come back'. My boy is my nanu Filippo 'come back'. (One of the kindest things I did for my son is to get him into swimming lessons early--my nanu never learned how to swim and also regretted it).
I see the 'Lessons' continuing clear as day, and although the children are not aware of it, there is a closeness and 'connection' to their 'former selves'.
But my cousin's daughter?
I was the reason she was conceived!
No I was not in the bedroom! LOL. I am a 'good luck charm'! My sister was getting married. I could not sleep at my parent's house because they have a cat. My cousin and his wife let me have their guest room. It was a kindness they did not have to do.
When people extend to me such kindness, the kind that helps me deeply in so many ways--to save face, to feel loved and welcomed, to understand and lesson a burden in my life--guess what?
They have a baby.
They had been 'trying' for a long time with no luck. She was an older bride. But that morning, when I woke up, there was a long delay before breakfast and I could hear them in their bedroom. I could feel the energy of lovemaking. It was genuine and open in that room, healthy between a man and woman who were married. I lay there in my tiny bed, hungry, patiently waiting for them to finish. And their energy was way up as we ate. I was glad to be able to shower and go to the wedding. Always the bridesmaid but never the bride…that's my life! In more ways than one might think!
It's been that way for as long as I can remember, being a 'baby charm'. LOL. The lady who hired me one summer at the car rental place had an 'oops' (Sandy was really nice, even had a cake for me on my last day, and welcomed me back 'whenever I needed work'), teachers, coworkers, my cousin and his wife, I can't remember exactly all of them but you get the picture…
L was the spitting image of my Aunt Jean. Right down to the Vibration!
I am used to working with people 'on a soul level', and I could tell, in the subconscious, Aunt Jean 'knew I knew'. This time she is going for education, in college, and aiming to be a hospital administrator…
A big 'tip off' is that the 'borrowed bodies' tend to resemble the older bodies a LOT.
Same height, same build, same facial shape…Cayce studied it too…as well as some of his modern researchers: http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2012/09/update-research-on-reincarnation.html
This article has pictures of how they look just like they did 'the last time around'…
David Wilcock is the reincarnation of Edgar Cayce, supposedly, too. David gets his spiritual connection in the form of dreams…prophetic ones. ; )
So this is enough to get you thinking about some pretty fascinating 'stuff'…
Yesterday gave three examples of 5D 'abilities' that are to be shared so YOU can be 'on the lookout for them in your lives' too!
At the end of a case, while we were waiting for the gurney, I was thinking, 'I wonder what's on the add-on case assignment list now besides the apply?' About ten seconds after, the scrub tech said to me, 'what is the case line up for you to be doing next?'. I laughed and told him I had just been thinking that! He didn't react because I think he thought I was hitting on him or something. But I wasn't, it was true!
Yesterday at my favorite restaurant, a friend recognized me. I was talking to her, and friend of hers came up to both of us. But this new friend recognized ME, and my mind was spinning trying to recognize HER. All of a sudden, I remembered, 'The Arcturian'. I said 'Oh yes, I remember you, you were the Arcturian who was leaving to go see a movie!' She told me ten seconds before that, she had thought of the word, Arcturian'.
Doctors Aren't Supposed To Be Psychic! : I had a wonderful dinner last night with my friend Mai. We have been friends for ten months now, but last night was the first night we totally let down our guard. We went beyond 'girl talk' of marriages and divorces, and shared about our reincarnations we knew. For example, my son is my grandfather. Her daughter is her husband's mom. And I shared how her husband was my father in Victoria, an Indian Chief, and I think she was also my mother in that life. She was like, 'no WONDER why he is always doing Indian stuff!' It was a great big warm, fuzzy, AHA moment! I also shared with her everything I had kept hidden about my being psychic, medium, etc. because I had feared her husband, a doctor, would judge me harshly for it because he didn't understand.
You see, with all of the reincarnations, the people in our lives, especially those we feel uncanny 'closeness' to upon first meeting them (both Mai and I experienced this--we just started talking like really close from the start), are probably from out extended 'family of souls' or 'soul pod' as I like to say, with reference to the family unit of whales.
Some of you might have a strong connection to me. And it is possible we are, on a soul level, more than blogger and reader. It is quite possible, all of us together comprise one 'soul pod'.
And in 5D, more of these 'joyful reconnections' and 'awakened memories' are going to warm our hearts and bring us great joy!
How we die in our past lives is often such a traumatic event that the negative energy imprints from it carry over into our present incarnation.
Sylvia Browne speaks of how birthmarks often turn out to be clues as to the means of Injury and death. For example a birthmark on the leg might be from a spear, one one the chest, from an axe, knife, or gunshot wound. It is only under hypnosis that the story comes out from the soul.
Suppose a person lived in old Japan, and was sentenced to the horrible death of suppoku (stabbing your bowels in ritual suicide). Would it not follow that in following incarnations serious bowel disease might arise? Things like ulcerative colitis and Crohn's?
Someone executed by the guillotine might have shortness or breath, or head or neck pain?
This concerned me as I woke up this morning. I asked my guides how we can heal it.
Because of free will, 'we' can't. Only you can ask for the healing, Archangel Michael says. He and Archangel Rafael are ready, willing and able to assist you in cutting the energetic cords from your pain and suffering which has been carried over from your past lives. Ask, in meditation. You don't have to 'experience' anything. Just know it will be done, right away, for the Highest Good. If you are guided to say anything, do so. But your karma will resolve and the healing through Archangel Rafael is going to begin.
Not all disease will heal if there are current ties to the present birth plan.
It can't hurt to ask, and you never know. Be sure to give yourself plenty of rest and fluids as an energy shift will take place as you are freed from the etheric ties that bind you.
Have you ever been to the Magic Kingdom? At any of the parks this will work. My park is the original one in Southern California, upon which I will base this simple fact you might have overlooked:
The areas of the park you like best are LIKELY reminders of places you have lived in past lives!
For example, one of my favorite areas to eat was the Tahitian Terrace. It was a bamboo Hawaiian restaurant right next to the Tiki Room. (it has since been converted to Aladdin's show venue, but I was in the Tiki Room yesterday and I still love it! : ) ) At Tahitian Terrace a typical meal would be teriyaki chicken with rice, vegetable, and pineapple juice. There was a show with Hawaiian dancers. The entire feel was very tropical, and authentic.
I could 'relax' there, and feel a deep connection that I did not have in my home or any other place.
Sure enough, just last year I find out about my Hawaiian life, maybe almost two hundred years ago. It was a big one. No wonder why it had been wanting to be discovered again. No wonder why my Reiki Master Guide is Kamehameha. And in my Spirit work, he is right there, just like always, to assist.
Another place that I connect so much that when I went with friends I would let them go and just spend hours alone is New Orleans Square. When I was growing up, it was not the same. It was better. It had Lafitte's Silver Shop--with super expensive antique silver you couldn't buy anywhere else. There was a crystal shop, complete with a glass blower you could watch. There was some beautiful, expensive colored cut crystal in the windowsills. When the light hit it, the room was more dazzling than inside a church because the light 'danced'. I made friends with the perfumer, who really did make blends 'just for you'. There was the art of perfumery, not the art of buying designer fragrance! What is still in the corner is the Mint Julep Stand that I have always enjoyed. The drinks are non-alcoholic, sort of a minty-lime. They come with a maraschino cherry in them. Mine was stronger yesterday, like they were getting too syrupy in the fountain dispensing it. And the beignets improved from some greasy round things with a cream sauce and a raspberry sauce (they were like hushpuppies, to me, but sweet), to genuine Mickey-shaped beignets. It wasn't Cafe Du Monde--oh for some chicory coffee!--but we ate six by ourselves.
I experience the same deep connection with the genuine New Orleans as much as I do the one at Disney. Although the exact connection hasn't 'hit me yet' from my past, when I was there in October 2009 for conference, I discovered Marie Laveau. Who she was, and how she played an important stabilizing role in her community. I love her. She is not what you think. She is good. She had a difficult hand to play in life, and she played it well. She was a free --um, I can't think of the word--but not a slave. She helped a LOT of people to survive.
Last night, as I rode up to the top of Space Mountain, I had three insights:
Those awful B movies about space were on purpose to get us not to take it seriously--except for the invading earth part which is a total falsehood designed to KEEP us disinterested in Galactics.
On some level, some how, I am a part of Galactic, but I can't recall what.
My job I have with my space family (all of us have them now!--Don't giggle! ; ) ) is way cool.
And on the ride down? I felt sheer bliss! I love the music that they play on the ride. If it wasn't for the long line I would ride it all day. <3
So here is the advice to you: next time you go to a theme park like the one I know and love in Southern California, watch for 'connections'...to your soul...to you heart of hearts....you will notice that you will 'like' it. You will be taking the first steps to discovering yourself. The YOU who has walked Gaia countless times as a soul wearing many incarnations.
Then, lie down on it. Don't sleep. Just allow yourself the time to 'recollect'. You will 'sense' when you are discovering 'more truth' about your heart and what it has learned across the ages. This is true for all of us. But only if you take a little time to disengage from 'Reality' and discover 'what really IS'.
Has anyone ever come up to you and said, 'You are an old soul!'? If they have, this article is for you.
Our past lives are an important part of us. Let me say that again: our past lives are an important part of who we are right here right now--today!
How are we to go about discovering them?
Do you have any identifying marks on your body, such as a birthmark?Sylvia Browne has noted that many birthmarks coincide with lethal blows from a past life that 'carried over' to the next.
Have you ever visited some place you've never been, and felt amazingly 'connected' to it? Chances are good that you spent a past life there, possibly a happy one. New England has great call for me...
Are there any fears you have that are irrational--such as fear of falling, fear of choking, fear of dying young? I thought I would never make it past my sixteenth birthday. I thought something would happen to me before I reached that age. Little did I know, in the immediate past life before this, my life was cut short before I became a teenager. These fears come from how you died. A soul 'can remember' certain traumas from one life to the next.
Any triggers--foods you love that are ethnic, fondness for a certain period of fashion (I myself adore the thirties and anything art deco) might possibly be a clue as to where your 'connections to your past lives' are.
How does one go about and learn more on past lives?
Part of it is from being open and being still. I have learned most of my past lives that way.
Another part is from taking a class on or doing a meditation on the Akashic records. The Akashic records are in a library not on Earth, and the volumes are big golden books as tall as you. Inside is everything you ever thought or did in a lifetime. Typically, your ability to view your current lifetime is 'cheating'--and when you go to look at it, all you see is blank. That happened to me once, in meditation.
I took a class from Kevin Todeschi, the head of A.R.E., the group founded by Edgar Cayce, on The Akashic Records. It was an e-class online, and it was very simple and well-thought out. There were guided meditations to do at your convenience and questions to answer. Kevin was very active in moderating the boards and answering questions. It was there I discovered, of all things, in a past life I had been a man who was a brother in battle with my father (in this life), sometime around the civil war.
Just as a deck of cards, especially Tarot cards, can be spread out before you and have a deeper personal meaning, so it is the same with all of your many past lives.
Allow them to come to you. You are normal and healthy when this happens. The memory block that has been place on every inhabitant of Earth has been lifted. Everything will all straighten out, and you will begin to see evidence and gain comfort from your lessons learned and wisdom achieved in your past incarnations on this planet.
I was in on a long case, the patient was stable, and I pulled out my July/August/September 2012 Issue of Venture Inward the magazine of the Edgar Cayce organization called A.R.E.
This article resonated with me deeply. The photos in it are uncanny. Facial features reincarnate with marked resemblance. Plus, there is actual research that has been done on children who recall past lives, give data, and it turns out to be true. Children are studied rather than adults, because they have no other way to obtain this information. They can't read and are spiritually closer to Source than adults.
Ian Stevenson did an incredible body of work Reincarnation Cases. Here is a link to the University of Virginia Division of Perceptual Studies in the Department of Psychiatry which has carried on his work since his death in 2007: http://www.medicine.virginia.edu/clinical/departments/psychiatry/sections/cspp/dops/home-page
It makes this phenomenon seem more 'legit', in a way, that people would study it, and record cases. There are 'affinity cases', such as Dorothy Dandridge/Halle Berry, where the reincarnated one is inexplicably drawn toward the previous life persona. There are also some where the soul splits into two incarnations at the same time! It is fascinating, from both a scientific and a metaphysical perspective.
Here is a video that illustrates how memories, emotions and even physical traumas carry over from one life to the next. Consciousness is something separate from the brain itself, and these studies lend evidence to the existence of the soul.
This weekend, Walter Semkiw and Kevin Reyerson will present Soul Connection: Reincarnation, Past Lives, and Soul Groups Reunited, September 21-23 in Virginia Beach. Visit EdgarCayce.org/conferences or call 800-333-4499 if you are interested.
I shared this article with my mother and family over breakfast. Mom shared that all her life she has had memory of two prior lifetimes: the first as a daughter of a count, and the second of life in Egypt. The first memory she loved her dad very much, he was important, but she thinks she died young because
'the memories stop after about age ten'. We had never had this discussion before. I know of three past lives clearly for myself. And both my mother and I suspect my oldest boy, the Reiki Master, is her father come back. We both had been incredibly close to him in Life. And when he passed, I helped him cross over to the Light. He was surprised and angry at his sudden passing. For ten years I paid for flowers to be on his grave, every week, automatically by the cemetery. He was afraid of being forgotten. Now my son, and her grandson, looks like him, and acts like him, but doesn't know this. He loves pasta, meatballs, and canned peaches just like my grandfather did. He even makes the same slurping sounds when he eats!
Mother shared with me something she had never told a soul: the moment she first lay eyes on me at birth, a flash of recognition went between us. 'I have known this one before!' she thought to herself with relief. I opened my eyes, looked into hers, and smiled moments after we met for the first time.
I hope this topic helps you find connections like it has for me.
Yesterday, because of a plumbing leak in the garage, I was going through my old things. I was facing the cold fact my Beanie Baby Investment strategy never paid out. On Ebay they are worth less than I paid for them! And I didn't know how to get rid of them.
I smiled because a favorite patient of mine, J, and I had shared a passion for collecting these. I bet her mom knew what to do with them. Then I saw the envelope.
It was from Whittier. With a love stamp. Was it from J?
It was a copy of J's Life Celebration Service. The date was June 30, 2000, exactly twelve years to the day. Inside was a thank you card Jessica had designed. There was a drawing of her, as an angel, up in the clouds with her arms outstretched with love. Underneath was the phrase Everyone Has...A Guardian Angel. I opened it and read:
Dear (Reiki Doc):
Thank you for your love, support and prayers. J adored you!!! We are so blessed to have you in our lives. Thank you for always being there--she was very proud to have her personal anesthesiologist! And it always made us feel so good to know you were there as her angel. Thank you for the many care packages which cheered her up so much! Thank you for the lovely flowers. They were so beautiful. thank you for your friendship.
With love and gratitude,
S and J
I picked up the phone and called her mom, right away.
It couldn't have been an accident.
And I never let on why I called. We just caught up. An hour of your time is the best gift of all.
Why am I sharing about J? She is the first one to really demonstrate how spirit and healing are one.
I was not assigned to her case. I was going to do a thoracic case, and place my first double-lumen endotrracheal tube. Tony, the chief resident, who was two years ahead of me, needed one more thoracic case towards his graduation requirements. So we switched. I was on call. A long crani...
I met J in pre-op holding. Her parents were next to her, in the little chairs, worried.
J's concern was that at another Children's Hospital in the area, she had to walk back to the O.R., and remembered EVERYTHING before they put her out. She did not want to remember anything besides pre-op holding today. She kept saying, 'they did not give me enough'. She also wanted to get up and pee, but the nurse wanted her to use the bedpan. J thought that was disgusting, the bedpan.
She might not be able to walk after the surgery, let her walk to the bathroom now, I thought. And after that, I did my old trick, keep pushing versed until the patient slurs their words. J took eight milligrams. (Her seizure medication had supercharged the liver. Most adults take two. J was eleven.)
It was a long, brutal surgery. I won't go into detail, but plastics had to be called in the middle of the night to assist with the closure. Her looks were dramatically altered. When she woke up, the first thing she said in the recovery room was, "Do my parents KNOW that I am here?" We brought them to be with her right away. We were thrilled she was herself, and everything still worked.
That was when it started. My making rounds to check on J. And they never stopped. At first, it was to the pediatric intensive care unit, to make sure she had adequate pain relief (her tolerance was real), and that she did not see herself without her bandages until Child Life and Chaplain had prepared her first.
The family was so happy with my care, that they requested me. For two more years, I did anesthesia for scans, for kidney surgery, for lung surgery...anything she went to the operating room for, I did. Even for a portacath. If J needed surgery, the scheduler knew to assign me the case.
It was the last one that I knew she was not doing well. Her liver had pooped out. It took much less drugs to achieve the effect. It must have been full of mets. I kept that to myself, and did not say anything to her parents.
Every day I would check to see if she was admitted to peds. And if she was, I would stop by. D, the charge nurse, would bring in his guitar and play for her, because she enjoyed it. And we talked about Beanie Babies, and what she wanted to be when she grows up. She was a cheerleader, and even when she had to sit in a wheelchair, she still screamed her head off for the team. She had two pets, a rabbit and a dog, and loved them very much. She was an only child.
In one of the care packages, I gave her a magnet. With an angel, that said, Everyone has...A Guardian Angel. That is what inspired her to make the drawing, that was selected to make the Christmas Cards designed by patients in the gift shop that year. It was the same design for the thank you card. (my matching magnet is scanned and in the photo on top).
I was there when J passed. I was in the O.R. helping a c-section. It was about ten at night. I felt it. I wanted to go to be there in pediatrics, and I couldn't go. But when the baby was born, a little girl, I felt it--J had a new chance at life, and took it. She went in. I never told anyone about that either.
I don't know how to explain it, but when people come back to live a new life, they also have the ability to visit those they love that are intuitive. J came back to me. She asked me to look after her mother. She judged herself harshly for this short life, and her choices. I can do better! I let her know I did not judge her, and that I believe she lived a good life. And further that she could do what she wanted to do in this next one. I believed in her good head on her shoulders and ability to make the right choices.
From time to time, J has come back and given me messages of a personal nature. To help me guide my life. And I have kept in touch with her parents. We all have become dear friends. Her mom took the pain, and went back to divinity school. She is a chaplain at a big hospital for kids. She gets the ICU, cardiac surgery unit, and the bone marrow transplant ward. She has only told two families about her loss. She says when the children have a dream about Jesus, and He says everything is going to be okay, it's all over. Even the ones that look well and seem to be doing all right. She says, the kids know they are dying. The parents don't. And she helps everyone adjust as best she can.
J blessed me with her angelic presence. I am comforted to know the angels that are her parents are just a phone call away. And through them I learned about the angel I have in me: my heart. I have J's photo on the wall, in her cheerleader suit and Tigger hat. I smile at it every day.
I was there. At the End. In another life. I remember dying, when a horrible huge wave crashed upon the shore. It was bigger than anything I could imagine.
I remember choking and trying to breathe.
I felt frustrated. Everything I had been trying to work for, to rouse my fellow citizens to Light, did not work.
This time is going to be better. This life, it is going to be just the way it has been planned.
