Oh Facebook, you soul sucking monster, how I have missed you. Well maybe that is a bit of an overstatement. I have missed the sense of community that you offer. I have missed hearing about what my friends and relatives are up to in their lives. And I miss hearing about world events, because as difficult as this is to admit, Facebook is where I get my news. Crazy but true. (The real news is just far too depressing, you see).
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“How long till my soul gets it right? Can any human being ever reach the highest light?” Galileo by the Indigo Girls
Time travel is real. I know because I have done it many, many times. I need neither fancy DeLorean, nor circle of standing stones to take me. All I need is the will, a bit of time and a gentle voice to guide me.
I am talking about Past Life Regression, or PLR. The process of PLR encompasses travels in all direction of time including past lives, future lives and even current parallel lives. Each trip I have taken through time has enriched me in ways I never would have imagined possible. I honestly believe that if every person had a chance to visit their past lives the world would find peace almost immediately.
Some seek out PLR as a therapeutic or healing modality. Since Dr. Brian Weiss brought PLR into the mainstream back in the 1980s with his bestselling book Many Lives Many Masters it has gained huge respect within the scientific and wellness communities as a very effective healing tool. But for me, my time travels began simply out of curiosity. I was looking to have an adventure and perhaps discover hidden realms to myself and to the human experience along the way. And so I packed light and headed out, a willing and eager Past Life Tourist.
I have been born and died many times along the way, each life a Technicolor feature of epic proportions. Throughout my travels I have learned many lessons and found healing in areas I never knew were damaged. What started as a lark has become a life-changing pilgrimage. As a vacation that will expand how you view yourself and the universe, I highly recommend it. With no clear destination in mind I set off with no expectations. What I have found are lessons in survival, love, forgiveness, tolerance, compassion, kindness and peace. What I have found are miracles.
1. I was instantly cured of a crippling phobia. Shyness, stage fright and social phobia were so intense for me I could bared speak up in a small gathering, let alone speak in public. Panic attacks and anxiety were a constant struggle and I often turned to pharmaceutical intervention to make it through challenging times. This lifetime, as the girl with no name, brought understanding to me and with the understanding came healing. These fears that I’d had were based in another lifetime and realizing that allowed me to let them go, easily and without any further help. It was the first of many miracles I have experienced and witnessed as a result of PLR.
2. Mark Twain said: “Travel is fatal to prejudice.” While Mr. Twain may not have intended this to cover journeys to other lifetimes, it seemed appropriate somehow. Travelling to other lives and experiencing myself as all creeds, religions, mental and physical capacities makes it impossible to hold judgment based on those things. When we realize that we have all lived lives as both persecuted and persecutor, victim and villain, saint and sinner and everything in between we are finally able to find the compassion to understand and accept each other. We have been every spectrum of the rainbow, and once we see those hues within ourselves we can truly begin to shine.
3. Peace and understanding finally comes to our most difficult human relationships when we visit other lifetimes that show the origins of our strife. My lifetime in India perfectly reflected a dysfunctional relationship I was currently experiencing in my current life. Once I saw the roots of the discord, I was easily able to shift my behaviour enough to break the patterns. Easy peasy.
4. I no longer have any fear of dying. None whatsoever. Because I have experienced my death over and over and over, I know that dying feels like taking off an old tight shoe. We are finally free! We are going home. In death we are healed from our lifetime traumas. In death we are reunited with our loved ones. In death we are waking up from this dream called life.
PLR brings about the awareness that we are so much more than these small lives we are living. We experience the traumas and lessons from a safe distance and are able to take those lessons into this life, and grow because of them. Our lives are forever enriched by assimilating the experiences that are the sum parts of our soul. We put the pieces back together and can finally see the full picture.
PLR is not a religion though some religions do incorporate it into their dogma. To me, knowing that I have had other lifetimes is simply an awareness that I am enrolled in this earth school, where our souls return time after time to learn and to teach and to experience the wonder of being human. Some days I feel close to graduation. Other days I think I may be repeating the 4th grade for the 17th time. Always I am thankful for the growing awareness that PLR brings of other times and other versions of me.
Life is the schoolyard. Where and who we are is a mere blink in our eternity. Knowing this frees us to take things less seriously. Because, as the Indigo Goddesses… I mean ‘Girls’ so eloquently put it: “It’s only life, afterall”.
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The small man builds cages for everyone he knows.
While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long for the beautiful, rowdy prisoners.
Let your imagination run wild and free, alive with possibility.
A dream can only come true if you dare to dream it.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.
A few days ago my beautiful friend Erin, posted this blog on acceptance and non-judgment. She embodies this. Go find her words of wisdom at clumsygrace.com The world is truly a better place because she is in it.
“Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.” Rumi
In this journey of discovery I have lately been getting a message over and over. It is all about letting go. I am not yet sure what it is I am to let go, but I am heeding the message. Listening to the whispers, that’s where it’s at. To that end I would like to share my most recent whisper.
A friend of this blog recently cited this parable from Illusions – The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach. I was guided to reread it, to refresh my memory. The words seemed to jump off the page and do a little dance in front of me.
Okay okay, Universe I get it. I am listening.
If you haven’t read this book, I encourage you all to find a copy to call your own. You will want to read it over and over, as I have. Each new reading brings another layer to light.
By Richard Bach
Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. The current of the river swept silently over them all – young and old, rich and poor, good and evil, the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self. Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks at the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth.
But one creature said at last, ‘I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.’
The other creatures laughed and said, ‘Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks, and you shall die quicker than boredom!’
But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks. Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more.
And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, ‘See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the Messiah, come to save us all!’
And the one carried in the current said, ‘I am no more Messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure.’
But they cried the more, ‘Saviour!’ all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a Saviour.
“Unrequited love’s a bore and I’ve got it pretty bad. But for someone you adore it’s a pleasure to be sad.” Rodgers & Hart
I had a crush on a boy when I was 14 years old. He was older, a high school senior and I worshipped him from afar. Every day at lunchtime he would cut through the playground at the middle school I attended on his way back to the big kid school down the hill. And every lunchtime I would hang out in the field with my best friends and we would pretend not to watch him walk by. As soon as he was out of earshot we would scream and swoon and die, a mess of teenage girls tangled together in a pile of beautiful, wretched longing.
And then I grew up. The drama and callowness of youth was replaced with the steadfast contentment of experience. The lure of unrequited love with all of its giddy highs and tumultuous lows lost its appeal and I settled down to a wonderful life, rich with family and friends. Requited love, that’s where it’s at.
But then came Death. I was skipping along, happy as can be, not a care in the world when that rat bastard Death came to call. In a sneak attack and over the course of a few years Death came and took a great big bite out of my world. My realization dawned that the hardest type of unrequited love we experience as humans is Grief. We “lose” someone we love. They are “departed”. Passed “away”. Dead. Grief consumes us and because we can no longer see them or touch them or talk to them we believe they are actually gone.
If we aren’t careful, we will really start believing Grief.
In reality it is that feeling of separation that is the great illusion, the man behind the curtain. It is only when we look deeper that we will realize the pain we feel is a creation of our own false perception. Because nobody really dies. The fact that we no longer perceive them with our 5 senses is just another trick of the veil, keeping us in the shroud of amnesia for this walk through life. Once we begin to realize this and feel our grief release its vise grips on our thoughts, hearts and minds we will start to see the signs all around. Visions, messages, gifts, birds, ladybugs, feathers, pennies, song lyrics, all manner of crazy electrical horse play and so much more, our departed loved ones are reaching toward us as much as we reach toward them. Trust the signs. Trust the visions.
If you have ever been homesick for Heaven (as I have) you know that unrequited love is probably the closest thing there is in our human experience to our longing for the Divine. When our love for someone (or something) is not realized, we feel the separation keenly. If we can rise above the singular longing of unrequited love we can begin to know that this is merely a call to action to love enough for both. If we can love on our own we can begin to trust that the love we feel is echoing back to us from beyond the veil.
When we believe in love, the illusion of separation will finally be shattered. It is then that we will finally understand the truth: Love. It is never unrequited.
“Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?” – Richard Bach