A Piece of Me

I am happy to share a bit of a reading from my new book, Pieces of Me – Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist with you.  I will be doing a book tour this coming Spring and Summer, but may not get to every neck of the woods, so I thought a sneak peak was in order.

Past life exploration has been the single most powerful tool in my spiritual awakening. If you are curious and would like to have your own past life experience, please check my Services page to book an appointment.  And stay tuned!  I will be posting tour dates very soon.

You can order your copy of Pieces of Me – Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist,  through Amazon.com, Amazon.ca,  or any fine book store.  If you want an autographed copy, please send me a message at pastlifetourist@gmail.com and I will look after that for you.

Past Life Regression


Treat yourself to a one on one past life regression, gently guided by the Past Life Tourist herself, Brenda Ann Babinski, and begin your own journey of discovery.  For a very limited time only, Past Life Regressions will be 1/2 off the regular price.  Appointments will be booked in the new year which makes this the perfect Christmas present!  Click to book your session:

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I have had the pleasure of sitting with Brenda through both a Reiki session and a personal reading. During my Reiki I experienced great comfort, relaxation and relief of my symptoms. Her gentle nature and healing expertise were greatly appreciated and very effective. Brenda’s reading gave me some informative personal direction. She was very thorough and gave each card placed time to be deeply interpreted. Her approach was positive and uplifting while providing the answers to my inward questions. I find Brenda to be a very sensitive, caring and happy individual with a soft voice and a kind heart. I would highly recommend her to any of my family and friends!

Brenda's healing energy expands and creates a loving healing environment.  I was involved with a group past life regression at Lotus Books and experienced a deep meditation that allowed me to experience a past life.  i looked forward to the drop in sessions as it was a weekly grounding and recentering that lifted my energy.
Thank you Brenda

Brenda is the gentlest, kindest soul I’ve ever met, on top of which she has a prolific understanding of the spiritual world. Her goal in life is to serve and to create a safe place for all of us to meet with our highest selves. I have personally experienced the transformational power of her past life regressions, the restorative magic of her Reiki treatments, and the deep intuitive insight that comes from her Readings. There is literally not one person on the planet that I can recommend more strongly as your spiritual lamplighter

Brenda, I felt compelled to let you know that I have listened to the reading you did for me MANY times! It has helped to get me through some of the hardest parts of my upcoming separation (and my husband's resistance to it). The reading was SPOT on and so inspirational. Thank you my dear!! I hope your skills are being blessed all over the place.   Love, S****

My Skype meeting with Brenda was both affirming and confirming regarding so many anticipated events in the near and not-so-near future.  Without knowing anything personal about me, Brenda amazed me with her accuracy in backing up significant events and situations I had recently been told about during a Reading with a very respected astrologer.  Not only did Brenda confirm everything that had been told to me in my astrological reading but she also gave me more in-depth information about it all.  I was very encouraged and refer back to my Reading with her as a reminder and also as inspiration.

The reading I had with you last fall was very accurate. Thank you, Brenda.

I so loved it; It is right on point and the fact that you bring up The Butterfly and the cocoon is crazy.  I am truly grateful for this reading as it came at a most critical time in my life's journey. Thank you so much and I am sending source energy your way as a gift, you are truly in your zone Brenda. Namaste

Like many people, I have read Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss and was fascinated by the whole idea of past lives and how they can affect our current lives.  Imagine my joy when I learned that Brenda had trained under Dr. Weiss and was now qualified to guide past life regressions herself.  I’m a strong believer that an open mind makes for a life worth living so I jumped right in and set up an appointment with my dear friend for a regression.  My experience was unique and enjoyable and Brenda, with her amazing skills and calming influence, makes this fun, easy and very informative. 

 

 

Crazy is the New Normal

There was a time, not long ago, when most of my life was a lie.  I cloaked myself in corporate clothes, all buttoned up and acceptable.  I spoke only of tangible, earth bound matters and if anything came up that was slightly “out there”, I would comment with just the appropriate amount of disdain in my voice.

I had perfected my persona.  I was “Normal”.

Little did the people in my world know that I had a big secret.  I was nowhere near “Normal”.  In fact, I was crazy as a spoon, living in a closet of my own making, afraid to share my true self for fear of judgment.

Beneath my mild mannered exterior raged an awakening being.  Weird stuff was happening on a regular basis and while I found it all to be intriguing and life changing, I was afraid to tell anyone else about it.  What would they think if I just blurted stuff out?

“Hi, I’m Brenda.  I see dead people.”  Or “Hello, nice to meet you.  Did you know you have 3 Angels hovering around you and one is trying to unfold your wings?”  Or how about: “You were a Egyptian slave in a past life and are still working on releasing yourself from those blocks.”  No biggie.  I’ll just share my visions then pack a bag for my trip to the loony bin.

For a few years I kept most of the weird stuff to myself, quietly learning and growing with just a few people in the loop.  My American Husband, my best friend and my daughter to be specific.  I trusted them to love me, no matter what.  And of course, they did.

I took classes, learned to develop my skills.  I flew to New York to spend a week learning about Past Life Regression with Dr. Brian Weiss and told everyone I was going on a Yoga Retreat.  Liar Liar Pants On Fire.  That was me.

I finally began to share because I felt compelled to be myself.  But, true confessions:  the first few times sneaking out of the closet, I published and shared under another name.  Funny thing is that I got such a warm, heartfelt response, I actually got jealous of fake me and decided to let real me take over.

I published my first blog a few years back.  It was an account of my first past life experience.  I remember hitting the Publish button, then having a panic attack.  My American Husband talked me down, convincing me not to delete the whole thing, and from that moment on I began to inch my way out of the Spiritual Closet.

Now that I am out, I take huge delight in helping others to own their own brand of “crazy”.  With classes, workshops, blogs and facebook, we are finding each other, and as the community grows, we are becoming braver, sharing our visions and gifts.  Now it is rare to come upon anyone who doesn’t share something magical… some experience or belief… within the first few minutes of talking.  It’s as if by being authentic and letting it all hang out, others are given permission to do the same.

Crazy is the new normal.

Who would have guessed it?  And life is so much more fun since leaving the confines of the closet.  I highly recommend it.  Freeing myself to be who I am, authentically, and trusting that sharing my truth will open more doors than it closes, has changed my life on every level.  New friends, new experiences, a vaster understanding of the magic of life, plus never having to wear uncomfortable shoes… it’s all magnificent.

So bare your soles, and your souls.  Kick off the cloak of who you think you should be and become who you are.  We are all just waiting to welcome you to the fold.

 

Past Life Tourist: Remembering Love

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I coax no fish today. There will be a hollow in my stomach as I have run out of brown food and the winter months continue long past the time that spring is meant to appear. It is chance and good favor that I still have the keg of strong rice wine half full. The comforting haze helps to hide the pain of hunger and it takes me far away from this barren waste of my life. No wife to warm my ger, no daughter to cook and sing for me. Both gone, one in death, one to warm the furs of her husband’s ger.  She is Least wife of five but still sheltered by the wealth of the warrior husband who chose her. Who took her from me.

She will eat well tonight, and each night. She will never know the pain of being alone, for she is now part of a clan that is full of women who call her sister, and their children who set upon her lap and play with her hair. Her brown eyes are soft and there is no crease upon her brow. At night as I collapse in my stupor beside the dying embers I sometimes hear her voice among the others as it is carried by the wind to my ears. Happy. She is happy.

Nohai came to my dream world again last night. Dancing for me by the light of a fire, she enticed me with her nearness, and left me gutted as she abandoned me once more. How many times has she taken me as I sleep, only to discard me at the light of day?  My body longs to join her in the spirit world, but each day I awake alone, again to face a cruel day.

Cold breath clouds around me.  I feel the stiff frozen hair on my face and wipe it clear with my bare hand.  Taking my stick I break the thin skiff of ice that has formed over my fishing hole.  I see others standing on the field of ice, watching holes, some with tell tale splashes of red in the snow.  They will eat tonight.  As I stare into the blackness of the water I see no fish, no movement.  I will not.

My body craves the burn of wine and I decide to give this day to the fish.  I stretch my eyes across the frozen sea and watch as the sun wanes low in the sky.  Far in the distance there is movement, as if a person walks from the open sea toward me.  My eyes squint and I try to focus.   It is impossible.  Yet she is there.

She walks toward me, the colorful embroidery of her boqtaq unmistakable.  It is Nohai! I begin to walk to her, arms outstretched.  She smiles and I see the familiar red glow of her cheeks, looking so vibrant and alive, not the grey sunken woman I laid in the ground.  The ice thins beneath my feet but I am without fear.  I reach to her and begin to shuffle faster.  Ice crackles and moans and water begins to rise into my steps.

“Batu-dai!  Batu-dai!” My name circles my ears like a black fly.  I swat it away, running toward Nohai.

“Stop Batu-dai!” Many shouts slow my feet and I finally turn toward the sound.  They have gathered at the shore, men and women of the village and they all call to me.  I see Nokaijin, my daughter among them.  She waves her arms at me.

I turn back to Nohai.

She is gone.

I slow my feet to a stop.  I sink within the ice and feel the frigid waters seep.  There is a moan and crack.  The sea intends to claim me.  I turn and slowly walk through the crumbling ice, sinking and soaking so that my skin is numbed with the cold.  I walk faster as the cold brings the return of my senses and begin to stumble and run, ice smashing open behind me to the blackness of the winter sea.

I fall and slip into the sea.  My body sinks below the surface.  I am swallowed by the depths.

I do not rage and fight but simply allow  the weight of my wet furs to pull me downward.  I look above me, following the last bubbles as they escape my nose and mouth and see the far distant light of the sinking winter sun.  I expel my air and wait for Nohai.

Fierce hands grab me and I am dragged up and out of the water.  I am pulled to shore and surrounded by villagers, all speaking at once, shouting orders and instructions.  My son in law carries me to Nokaijin’s ger and my wet clothes are stripped.  Wrapped in fresh furs and set by a warm fire I am joined by the elders who sit with me and smoke.  They do not speak of what has happened.  They speak of great hunts we have led, great battles we have won.  Wisps of smoke curl to the ceiling and escape to the dark night that has fallen.  Warmth returns.   Rich salmon is placed before me and I eat.

Many springs come to follow many winters.  I am beloved Ovog: Grandfather and have a place of honor at my son in law’s fire.  Many fat sons have been delivered of Nokaijin and I teach them the ways of the hunter, of the fisherman. I wait now, on the ice for Tabudai and Jirghadai to join me.  The sun is warm today and already the fish are coaxed to my hole.  I see their shining silver sparkle and dance as they rise to the light.  We will eat well tonight.

My eye is caught by a flash of movement out across the open sea.  I shade against the low winter sun and my eyes find her at long last.  The red of her boqtaq bobs up and down with her steps.  Waiting always, within the happy years I have spent in my daughter’s ger.   Waiting always for her to find me once more.   She has alluded me since that fateful day in the sea, but here she is at last.  She walks to me over open water and waves.  I smile, enchanted to see the rosy fat curve of her smiling cheeks once more.  My breath is filled with light.  Nohai.

My heart shudders once, a thick thud within my chest.   I drop to my knees, reaching toward Nohai.  She is at last in front of me.  Our hands clasp, eyes lock and we are joined , warm and bright as the winter sun.

I quickly shed the tattered coat of this life and rise with Nohai.