The Roles I Played In Some of My Past Lives

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Past Lives: How the Past is an Illusion that Can Affect the Future

My curiosity about my own past lives recently led me to a Past Life Viewing held local to me. The viewings are different to actual regression as it’s more like seeing yourself on a film than going back there emotionally.

The night was facilitated by two lovely ladies, Claire and Eleanor, who had everyone there at ease and it made for a relaxed and insightful night.

It was as simple as doing a quick guided meditation, having your third eye activated and placing coloured ribbons round your past life chakras located at the back of your head. 

Here I will give descriptions of each of the lives I saw with the different ribbons and my thoughts on them. The blog post might be longer than normal due to this, but I’ll write in such a way that you can dip in and out of it at any time and read up on a new life when you have time. We viewed nine lives in total, rather like cats. 

Blue Ribbon

In this life I looked like a Gnome or a fat Elf at first. I was a bit puzzled by this. Then I heard the word ‘Druid’ and it clicked.

I was wearing a brown crooked pointy hat, brown gown, green and white striped tights and brown winkle pickers. It felt like I had a very important job to get done very quickly. The job had something to do with a huge brown leather bound book, that I had on the table in my tree house.

We came out of that life before I could find out more about the important book that was bothering me.

Eleanor asked how it related to my life now and I must admit I’m better at dealing with big tasks as opposed to lots of different tasks.  

 White Ribbon

This was one of my favourite lives and I felt so happy and content that I didn't want to come back.

I was a young girl with long dark hair. My uniform was made up of a blue head scarf, white top and blue skirt. 

The place I was in was some kind of a religious or spiritual school; I assumed it was a nunnery. It had connections with healing and helping people and I loved this work that we were doing.

The building looked like it was made of sandstone and maybe terracotta tiles. It was red hot with a beautiful blue sky. It felt like the south of France. My days were planned in advance and all I had to think about was helping others.

Perhaps the most obvious connection to this life is the healing aspect. Today I am a healer, facilitating healing in others through reiki, sound, writing and thought provoking. 

Yellow Ribbon

This life was a bit of a shock and it took me a while to adjust and work out what was going on.

I was wearing a dark green army uniform. I was high ranking and on a balcony over looking a huge army as it paraded. The glimpse didn't give me enough to know what army I was in, but it felt Japanese. As I looked to my left I recognised the soul of my son, Dan. I don't know what relation he was to me. I felt quite hierarchical in this like I was very much in charge.

So, this was another life where I had a seemingly important job. I have to say though I didn't seem too impressed with the soldiers I was looking out on. I can only imagine the karma I brought after this life!

Red Ribbon

This was one of my least favourite lives to look back on - I was literally cringing!

In this life I was a pompous letch of a man. It felt like I was in France. I was wearing white tights, a huge white wig, black jacket with gold trim and was sporting a fake beauty spot. Ugh. I was stood in a very grand ballroom perusing the corseted ladies and deciding who I could take advantage of. I felt sick at my old self. I felt like I was in authority and I used this to get up to no good. Ooh la la!

Anyone who follows my blog will know that karma for these actions has come round in this life and taught me a lesson or two.

 Green Ribbon

I have been told of this life before.

I was the most beautiful and graceful Japanese lady, gliding along the floor as if I didn't touch it, let alone be wearing Okobo (platform clogs). I was in a black silk ornate Kimono and was maneuvering two fans in the most artistic fashion. Behind me were two maid girls dressed in bright yellow and I was teaching them how to walk and use fans. I was doll-like. Despite how good I was I knew I was Maiko (apprentice Geisha), not Geisha. I was old and hope was running out for me.

The viewing ended when I heard an important man coming and I hurried the girls out the room as I wasn't really supposed to be helping them.

Interesting how I was going behind authorities back (the important man) perhaps because I had had authority roles in previous lives I was unable to take authority in this life. It could just be my kind heart helping the girls out at a risk to me.

My house today is full of Geisha books, DVDs, and pictures as I've always loved them. Funny that.

Purple Ribbon

I still can't quite believe this life. Make of it what you will!

I was in Rome at The Vatican. I was dressed in a white robe with gold embroidery on it. I had a white hat with a gold embroidered cross on it. I had a gold staff with a cross at the top.  I was at some sort of a ceremony where everyone was dressed the same. It felt like an incredibly important occasion. At first I was getting the impression that I was the Pope!!! Since then I've managed to calm down and have demoted myself to Bishop, but still...OMG!

For once, I'm lost for words and too stunned to add to this.

Grey Ribbon

This life was cold - very cold! I was wearing rags for clothes and they felt rough (and cold!). I was barefoot in a forest or woods. I was incredibly poor and sad and I was all alone. I was desperately searching for food, berries etc. Although I was hungry it wasn't for me. Instead it was because I was distraught that the hunters were coming for a deer and that deer was my only friend. I was terrified they would kill him and I wanted to find an alternative to stop them doing that. My mind flashed to my current cat, Satoshi, and I couldn't help but wonder if the deer in that life contained his soul.

In this life I became vegetarian at age 12. Also, I do treat my pets like royalty, as opposed to 'just' a pet. They are my soul mates in this life too. I have such a fear of my cat dying and I think this is partially related to the devastation in this other life. 

Orange Ribbon

This life was shown to me in black and white like the old movies my nana and I used to watch. I took it to be 1920's? I was uber glamorous. I looked like Marilyn Monroe with blonde pin curls and bright red lips. I was a singer and a showgirl. I was looking in a mirror with lights all around it. I had an excitement in me like this was it and I was about to hit the big time. Sadly, I knew as well that I didn't make it to the 'big time'.

Perhaps this is where my love of vintage pinups and burlesque comes from? In this life I lack confidence and fear my perception of failure and I do wonder if this is left over energy from not making it as a Geisha or a singer. And perhaps that itself is karma for having been a judging high ranking officer in the army? 

Black Ribbon

This was the weirdest one of all and I still haven't quite figured it out. I'll write it out for you all and then give you my theory. If any of you have your own theories then please let me know via the comments box. This one has got me stumped.

Everything was either pitch black or pure white. There was no other colours at all. It was peaceful and blissful like nothing I've ever encountered and remembered before. I received the message "this is not Earth". To be fair, it didn't feel like it. 

There was no judgement, everything was One and the connection was obvious. The place or planet looked like a huge swirling yin yang symbol and it felt like a beautiful galaxy. 

A huge avatar of Jeshua (Jesus Christ) was shining gold white energy onto and into us and this was what was powering all of us. It felt vast and heavenly.

After some deep thought I believe this to be me and my twin in the womb. Babies can't see colour, only black and white, and I assume twins lie in the womb in a similar position to the yin yang symbol. 

The only other thing I could think it might be was my Starseed heritage. Who knows... I doubt I'll ever figure that one out.

I can't recommend this workshop enough. It was, frankly, cheap as chips and brilliant fun.

Everyone got something every time they went in to a new life. Mine was through a mixture of claircognizance (knowing), clairvoyance (seeing), and clairsentience (feeling), which is my normal way of navigating, but for others there was more clairaudience (hearing) and clairalience (smelling).

If you fancy doing the workshop or finding out more about Claire who ran it alongside Eleanor, and her other services offered, you can visit her lovely website here Claire's website

I don't know much about history so I've no idea how accurate these glimpses of lives are, or what era's they were supposed to be in, so, if you think you know more information about them, then please share via the comments box.

The only thing that I want to add, is that I don't personally, believe it matters what you were like in a past life. To me, it is all just the fragments of energy that make you up and the past lives we view are our perception of this energy - the way our mind processes or reads the energy and makes it understandable to us. As long as you are being the best version of you that you can be in the here and now, nothing else really matters, as we are all connected and everything comes round and 'rights' itself in one way or another.  

As the saying goes..."the past is not a destination..."

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Bereavement - Fighting Your Way Out of The Dark

Making Peace With The Past

Past Lives - How the Past is just An Illusion

Bereavement – Fighting Your Way Out of the Dark

It’s that moment when your whole life changes and there’s nothing you can do about it. Your mind, body and soul tries to clutch you and hold you in the space before the change… a bit like bracing yourself before a fall…it takes time for the truth of what you’ve lost to sink in.

Sometimes we can't go there at all – denial occupies the space where our loved one once was. Eventually there'll be a trigger; a place, a memory, a feeling…a moment when you would turn to them… but they're not there.

It feels so final. You have no say in it and no control over it. You have to let go, though you want with all your heart to hold on forever. It’s often the greatest gift we can give to someone to genuinely let go and let them pass with our blessing. In return their great gift is a lesson on the infinity of love. Gone but not forgotten. Still here, but unseen un-held and unknown….

They gain freedom and rest – bliss. We gain evolution – the ability to hurt but survive and recognise that. It can be the cruellest kindest lesson as we don't want to survive – we want to go with them.

Everything goes too fast as each moment takes you further away from The One Who Got Away. You still wish life would hurry up so you can get away from the intense pain resonating through you. Such is the trap. Time goes both too fast and too slow.

The world around you carries on as normal. You no longer feel part of it. You want to scream. Don't they know of The Loss? It’s real and it’s fake.

In your bereaved head you try to bargain with The Universe. You'd do anything to be with them again. Make it so.

You turn a corner as you realise they're not coming back.  Life won’t be the same, it won't stop and it won’t slow down or speed up. You're choice less again.

You reluctantly choose to go on. The pain of separation and defeat sears through you. The tears come and go. Another thing you have no control over.

My mum always taught me “don't be sad because it’s over; be happy because it happened”. Easier said than done? The void is still there – it can’t be filled – but we can move past it. It can be done. Thoughts charge our emotions so when we have a sad thought, we need to try to turn it around. An example would be ‘we used to go for a coffee every Sunday morning and now my Sunday morning is empty, I miss them and it hurts’ change to ‘wasn't it great that I had someone to share my Sunday with. I enjoyed getting a coffee and I'm going to get one today in honour of them’. Different thought - different emotion - different outcome.

People judge based on their own experience. Who and what’s important to one won’t be to another. If all things are relative, why do we try to hurry people through grief? Perhaps it is too painful even to witness, let alone go through?

Grief is grief. To belittle one person’s, belittles our own. We all have different ways of coping with it and experiencing it. No-one’s grief is greater or lesser. This is just our human way of trying to ‘verify’ the ‘losses’ and label everything. If we learn to accept where people are on their own journey, it would make all our journeys easier.

As always, it’s all about balance. We must allow ourselves time to grieve properly and to let the hurt out. If we don't do this, it will bury itself deep within our energetic layers and could manifest as an illness. Likewise, it’s not healthy to be in a constant state of misery, so when we've allowed proper time for grief, we must be brave and move on with our lives. This can be especially hard as often our grief feels like our last attachment to our loved one.

It helps me to know that their energy is still around, though it can often be their physical presence that’s missed the most.

Whoever you’re missing, remember you are their legacy – you carry with you some of their energy imprint and because of this they're really always with you (just in an unfamiliar form). We're lucky to have had someone so special; many people never get to experience that in their lives. Some search for it forever. So - don't be sad it’s over; be happy because it happened.

Sending waves of love and light to all those who are bereaved or grieving in any way. Know that it will get better with time, acceptance and healing. Go easy on yourselves.

 

Money, Spirituality and the Art of Give and Take

I'm writing this quite cautiously today as I don't want to give the wrong impression and I also know that for many, money is a touchy subject fraught with personal beliefs and for a lot, a sense of attachment.

The reason that I'm writing is simple: I've noticed whilst running my Facebook page (www.facebook.com/MeMySoulAndEye) that both my page and other spiritual pages often do our work for free. To start with the page is ran for free. So, someone, somewhere, is giving up their time, usually to part with snippets of wisdom and hopefully to help others to be more spiritual, positive, facilitate healing or whatever the objective (those are mine). What you get in return is a lovely community of people whom you will have helped in one way or another. This is enough for me for now but I also know I can't keep up the working free forever.

Giving to others is one of my favourite things, but there has to be limits

As part of my page on FB, I often do free energy readings for the members. The reasons I do this are that it's fun, it gives me an opportunity to keep honing my skills and it provides guidance to those that might need it. However, more recently I am being bombarded with emails from strangers asking for a free reading. I just want to make a comparison here: let's just say I run an electricians page....can you imagine anyone ever emailing me to ask to fit a light fitting for them for free??? Why not? Why is it OK to ask me and other spiritual people to work for free, but not others? Genuine question. 

In part I think it is my own fault for sometimes giving my work away for free. If I've given the impression that my work is not of value, I'm truly sorry because it is of great value. 

From Templeofthegoddess.org

There must be give (female) and take (male) for balance

I'm going to share what you pay for with spiritual services/products (based on my experience), though it is not a comprehensive description. 

For about 18 years I started saving what little money I had, never going on holiday, rarely going on nights out, not smoking / drinking, not getting beauty treatments the sort of thing that most full-time workers can and do afford to do. I lived in a tiny un-furnished and un-decorated rotten damp house, though I badly wanted to move out.  When in work I pushed myself to my limit so that I would get a performance bonus and when I did, I never spent it. 

All this meant that when I lost my job about one year ago, I was in a position that I didn't need to go straight out and get another job. Instead, I chose to use my hard-earned cash and redundancy money on learning a new way of life and ultimately a career. That career is a spiritual one. I'm predominantly a healer, but I can also read energy and speak to other dimensions. 

We are all born with the ability to do those things. The difference is, I work day and night at perfecting them. Though this might seem fun and easy work to some, if it's done properly with real dedication, I can assure you, it is far from easy. I don't take breaks - I often don't get lunch, weekends are not down time and I don't stop because the clock says a certain time either. I have to pay for courses to further progress, tools and books to help with this....there is a lot of personal and monetary outlay needed. I don't get benefits as I'm not classed as seeking a job. I only have my savings and any money I make from my work. 

It's a brave person that goes on a true spiritual path, 

as you must face your darkness over and over again

Many days I'm so exhausted from giving healing and my spiritual practice, I can't do anything except sit vacantly on our couch, void of conversation. People will still ask me to send positive energy their way/pray for them/send healing/give reiki/reiki a problem for them/do a reading all for absolutely nothing in return. I honestly don't think it occurs to them that I might have my own 'stuff' going on... like a very ill dad, a mother-in-law hospitalised indefinitely, my cat and my grandad at the end of their lives, a bereavement, no income, a sick son having lots of tests, I'm sick myself and having tests...I could go on...

It's not just the spiritual workers who get this either, I've noticed artists suffer too...photographers expected to display work for nothing, musicians expected to play for free (for "exposure"), makeup artists told they'll be given lunch (that's all), tattoo apprentices to work for the experience (no pay). At what point did people become so unwilling to pay for talent just because they perceive it to be a natural talent? Where has good old fashioned give and take gone?  

A very wise lady said to me recently that it isn't reflective of the value of the work, it is reflective of the persons self esteem. So, people won't pay because they don't think that they themselves are worth it. Perhaps that is true and perhaps, as everything we see outside of us is a reflection of what is inside of us, there is a lesson there. 

I best stop worrying about money and book that hairdressing appointment, which I've needed for 8 months but not been able to afford. As a certain well known brand would say "I'm worth it". Note: I haven't emailed my hairdresser to ask for a freebie!

On another page on FB I saw someone saying they don't pay because they can't afford to. I do understand this (very well) but what they forgot to think about was whether or not the person doing the work could afford not to charge. It's my experience that healers and artists etc don't earn much at all.

Ultimately, being spiritual shouldn't mean going without, yes, we shouldn't be attached to material things such as money, but we can have money and still be spiritual. After all, the more money we have, the more people we can help, the better we can become and the more things we can offer for free.

Of course we could continue helping everyone out for free and wait for the Laws of Attraction to pay us back three or ten fold. Is that fair though? A proper exchange of energy is surely fairer? If you genuinely want something but can't afford it, make an offer or do something else in return. It doesn't all have to be about money. 

As I'm quite an insecure person, the money side of the work I do, does worry me. I genuinely can't carry on without an income much longer and I do wonder if I'll ever make a living from healing. It is my life purpose to facilitate healing in a number of ways and I don't want to forsake that. I completely understand that if something is offered for free, people will take it for free, after all everything seems to cost these days. All I'd really like is that when people can afford it or if they don't really need it, they don't take advantage of the kindness of spiritual people (or any other people).

I genuinely don't mind people emailing and asking for help with things. I think it's a compliment that my light shines so bright I attract people and they know they can turn to me for help. Should you be one of those people, please don't feel you can't ask me for help, I just ask that in return you consider what you could offer me. A fair exchange. There is only so much of me to go round. 

If you've followed my blog a while now you'll know I take responsibility for everything that happens in my life. I include being asked to work for free in this. It is 100% my responsibility, but this is me signalling to the universe - it isn't happening anymore. If you think I'd be able to help you, great, but I won't do it for nothing and nor should I.