Thursday, 30 August 2012

A conversation, with a question answered ...

Part of a conversation with an Australian friend, via Facebook messages:

Pat, do you believe in previous lives?

My response ...

Yes ... 100% ... I DO believe in reincarnation
TOO TRUE, I believe. I have been here, over and over again ... I will be here over and over again in my 'future'.

You see, I imagine time on our planet as a big, flat, bedsheet ... spirit can look at it, laid out in front of them, and they can dip in and out as suits them.
There is a magazine ... Inner Whispers ... it takes a bit of getting used to, a few issues to understand ... You see, I am a 'channel' ... my body is a tool which I allow Spirit to use ... I have absolute trust in my contacts 'on the other side' and gladly allow them to use my hands, writing through them ... or my mouth, talking through it ... within minutes, after a channelling session, I have no memory whatsoever of what has transpired. Some time ago I found a magazine, on line. It is published by a lady and her husband called April and Alan Crawford ... she is a direct channel, like me, although far stronger and more experienced than I am. She channels various Spirit (or beings, or whatever you want to call them) the main one answers to the name of Vanessa ... just because WE mere humans NEED a title (or a label, if you want to call it such) in order to identify something.
'Vanessa' talks about life 'in the linear' ... meaning a straight line. Life here, on Earth, we see as a straight line, like a railway track, which we imagine is set and solid and laid out with a fixed beginning and end. We see it like this because of our own experiences of birth, childhood, teenage years, adulthood, old age and, eventually, death.Because of this, we find the concept of life in another dimension, totally outside 'time' to be a very difficult thing to 'get our minds around'.However, that is, in fact, the truth of what 'they' see and experience.REMEMBER, my friend, that WE, too, when we are NOT here, riding inside these biological bodies, are also Spirit ... the same beings of energy, living in that other dimension, with knowledge of all the things we have experienced while here, 'in the linear'. We gather understanding of lives spent EXPERIENCING ... perhaps suffering, or loving and being loved, maybe hurting and being hurt, of creating things ... a cake, a bridge, a building etc. Memories of suffering and of triumphing ... I could go on forever, LOL. Life 'over there', 'at Home', is lived in love ... God's LOVE is a powerful thing ... and the emotions felt over there are all of the higher order ... love, tolerance, understanding, patience etc etc etc. While here, dear friend, we have impatience, anger, jealousy, greed, etc etc etc. In order to truly understand the love over there, we need to experience the other side of the coin here ... the more times we come here, the more powerful is the soul-link and the more 'saintly' is the human being, so the older, more experienced souls become your Mother Theresa's etc. We light-workers are well on our way, dear ... we have come here to 'shine the light' to help others, to spread love; to suffer, yes, because that tempers and develops the soul ... but we are here to teach. Even ONE person helped during a life here is enough for US to develop and move forward with.

As to actual reincarnation ... here are a few things I consider proof of some of my previous lives: 
As a small child, I KNEW that a sailing ship creaks and groans as it moves across the sea ... I also knew that your hands can stick to the frozen, ice-caked rigging as you climb upward to alter the setting of the sails. 
I have clear memory of life as a Japanese lady ... I can recall looking into a piece of polished metal and checking the finish of my face make up and my hair. I can see the silk and embroidery of my gown as I examine the sleeve for blemishes. (She wasn't a very nice lady, that one ... she was so convinced of her superiority ... talk about nose-in-the-air? I'm a bit ashamed of her, to be honest) 
I can remember one life where I looked down at my body ... I was standing on dry, dusty ground, and could see my feet ... bare, brown and very dusty. My chest had cicatrices, also dusty. I was naked and carried a fire stick which was smoldering. I had come here as an Australian Aborigine, long ago, well before the Caucasians, in order to learn about happiness from a human standpoint.
I have quite a few other memories, too ... but why do I have them? I don't know, we don't usually have access to these things ... perhaps I wrote them into this particular life-plan in order to tell YOU about them one day. We come and go, come and go ... but now, I am beginning to think that we do not have to come here in strict time-order ... perhaps, next time, I will come back as a Roman foot soldier or even a cave man. Thank you, my friend, for your question ... I think I will use this answer as the basis for my next post in my new blogs.

My friend's reply, next day ...

I remember when I was around 8 or 9 designing (drawing) my "wedding dress" and asking dad to keep it in a "safe place" ..... of course he threw it out!!! I have only just realised that this dress was a Tudor dress - how on earth would an 8 year old know anything about the Tudor era? We studied spelling and maths at that age ...... history? I do remember doing things about Captian Cook and Australian States and Territories ....... So your answer just goes to show that I'm not going mad!!!!
Thank you my friend and I look forward to hearing from you soon xxx

P.S. I have had 6 hours to think about what you said about past lives.I tried to commit suicide last September ............. and of course failed. A young friend (its complicated) said it wasnt my time ....

P.P.S. Well, I have often thought that all the suffering I have gone through was from a past life ....... and since mulling over what you wrote ....

This young friend often rings me in her times of crises. She suffers terribly and it breaks my heart. She is only 24 and lives in another state, so I cant help her physically. But I am there on the other end of the phone when she wants me and I do have A LOT of life experince.

Now I am thinking maybe this is what I am here for.

Thank you so much Pat!  

I always feel like a useless fat lump xoxoxox

My reply:

I'll start with your last comment : from one useless fat lump (21 stone) to another: ...You, my friend. are NOT A useless, fat lump !!!!!!!!! 
(No more than I am ... understood?)

Remember how we first met? I was trying to set up the 'Hold my hand' concept? You volunteered to join the admin?
Alas, you were far too tied up in your own lack of self-worth at that time? NOW, with that young woman, dear, you are actually doing what I wanted you to do?HOLDING A HAND ... telling someone "I understand" and "You are not alone in your pain, because I, too have been there, done that"YOU are being a Light-Worker ... doing "God"s work ... sharing your soul with someone who needs help.

You didn't just suffer in one past life, sister ... you suffered in most of them ... as did we all, dear ... as did we all.

We plan these lives carefully long ahead of time, long before we actually enter that newly manufactured little foetus .... we put whatever experiences it will take, Tracy, into those plans ...because we fully intend to LEARN, this time, from our mistakes.

There is NO such thing as an accident on this planet, dear ... think on this for as long as I have and you will begin to realise what it all means.

The man who needs to learn about loyalty to a partner will plan to meet, meet, meet and meet many partners until, in the end, he FINALLY learns the true lesson he has come here to learn ... and if he fails ??? THEN, dear, that spirit will examine the concluded liife and will plan the next one, doing it all AGAIN until the lesson IS learned.Until enough pain gets through that thick skull and s/he begins to understand.

To be flippant about it, I call it "All the fun of the fairground rides"

SO, as I said, dear friend ... you are NOT paying for the sins of a past life ... you are struggling to CHANGE you attitudes to whatever it is that keeps re-presenting itself to you in all sorts of different guises ... but has the strongest common thread of similarity running through it 

The quickest way to learn these lessons is to 'tune-in' to your gut reaction ... STOP mulling things over and being undecisive ... Stop worrying about a decision ... "did I do right ... or wrong ... ..... ... ... what if?" etc etc etc ... No, my friend, go to bed at night with that problem in your mind ... decide that you will LISTEN to your Higher Self (your soul) and know that TOMORROW morning, as you wake up, you will do what your gut reaction is telling you to do ... go with your deep, inner, emotions and DON'T question them ... at the end of the problem, as you look back on it, you will realise that you did RIGHT. 

Allowing your soul to help you is THE path to contentment and peace of mind, dear.

Let the latter part of this life be a good one ... with peace in your heart you will then discover wisdom and happiness, while you are HERE, so that, next time, you arrive here wiser, calmer and more in touch with your Higher Self.

NEXT life, you will tackle a whole new lesson, LOL


One of my poems ... to illustrate the above conversation, but actually telling about several regression sessions::


I see myself in lemon-yellow silk…a golden kimono, oh-so-bright
I examine the  pattern of blue, red and green flowers…gravely, I say “It’s right!”
I have been asked whether I am pretty…but that question holds no relevance…
All I care about is perfection…and its all-time-consuming pursuance…
I look into my polished metal mirror…see skin all plastered white upon…
Check for finish and perfection…my prettiness is a conclusion, foregone!
I have come here to learn humility…(how can this one feel humility?
She’s full of self-pride…her man’s Eagle Mask a sign of high service to Royalty)
I am a most important lady…my husband’s position, as proof, I cite…
(That I could have been that so-vain person!)...with a big shudder, I move on…right:
I’m asked “What are you wearing?”…My befuddled mind struggles with the fact that I do
Understand in quite another time…what wearing clothes means to me and to you…
I look down at my strong, straight, brown body…all I see there is skin, can’t you see…
Cicatrices and earthen paint-jobs plus a pubic tassle are clothes to me…
I live here in the ‘Never-Never’ (I have come to experience happiness)
A nomadic life spent carrying my waddie…brings to me no…NO…distress…
I farm my world with carried fire-stick…and send up my smokes, communicative…
My totem is Emu…so I will not eat the Spirits of my late relatives…
I am asked “Are you male or are you female?” I do not know quite how to say…
I was an aborted foetus…I couldn’t talk…so I just listen today…
The voice asks of me “What do you do?”  I feel great pleasure and I soon smile…
“I am a pedagogue, Madam…I infuse such knowledge into these blockheads
As they are able to absorb…but, alas, I hold out no great shining hope
That they will ever profit from my teachings, save by the Hangman’s ready rope…
My patron pays me for to teach his two sons to read and write and to reckon…
But, mayhap these small ragged urchins of mine will prove my bigger intention…”
I feel the weight of wet wool and fur as I say I am dressed in skins and cloth…
I shudder with the cold of memory as AGAIN that voice howls…“Bugger off!”
I smell the clods of shit as they hit me…drive me from the village, bare and stark…
I can’t help my birthing-problems…my cheek-wide purple puckered birthing-mark…
I can’t pay attention to that damned voice as I struggle to ‘mush’ this dog team
Over the cold, snowy trail round the mountains…it all feels like a bad dream…
I came across this man on the trail…obviously so very badly hurt
He begged me to drive his team…find the ‘sawbones’ (at ‘mushing’ I am no expert)
And this strange woman keeps bothering me…asking me daft questions and such
Can’t she see that I’m busy? I came out here to avoid a sharp woman’s clutch!
“What is your name?”  She asks me…“What do you do…and what’s your position my dear?”
“My name, it is Hilda…I am from Saxony…a Lady of import, here…
And while I am talking, you’ll not interrupt…we’ll have some respect…do you hear?
What’s that you say…are you blind?...can you not see what it is that I wear?
As befits a Lady of my high standing, I wear silks and fine woollen hose…
I would thank you to ask no more time-wasting things…I’ve no time to think ’bout clothes!
Now, have you come to be interviewed for position of House-Mother to Orphans?
Well, why are you wasting my most valuable time, then…hurry up and begone!”
Of lives I have had but seventy-eight (I am quite a young Spirit, you see…
A daughter of mine’s on her three-hundred-and eighth…a FAR older Spirit than me!)
And I have regressed to only a few…It was quite interesting at first,
But to think of that Japanese lady…‘phew’! I feel so ashamed, I could burst!
I was in that life for quite a few minutes and all that she cared about
Was Importance and Position and Prestige…Perfection of Artistic Pout…

Oh, yes, she DID learn Humility…when old-age and illness took a strong hold
She was banished to the corner of her daughter’s kitchen and not allowed to scold.

(They say pride comes before a fall…That must have been my deepest fall of all!)

Friday, 10 August 2012


The hours go by, the days pass on, stretch into months, then years ...
The loss of Jim, my precious love, led me to lonely tears;
He'd understood my thoughts, you see, no need for words or fuss ...
We'd stood together 'gainst all harm ... nothing could sunder us.
The love we'd shared was special, no one would e'er replace,
At forty-four I faced life, tears coursing down my face.

Three years on I met a man who'd newly lost his wife
He couldn't function properly, no Edna in his life.
We liked each other well enough to walk on the same path
So, slowly, very carefully, we learned, once more, to laugh.
Fourteen years together as we travelled in our boat
A fun life on England's canals, a simple life afloat.

Then Kenneth died as well, you see ... he left me all alone
But this time, things were diff'rent for I'd found a 'spectral' phone.
I now walk into my future with my heart no longer sad
Inside my ear all those who've gone, including mum and dad.
They told me a new soulmate would come into my life
(I really didn't want to become, once more, a wife)

I soldiered on, found things to do, my life a busy scene

Glad to be of use to folk, no more a sad has-been.
Sometimes I'd think of soulmates, not relishing the thought:
My love for Jim I cherished ... for others, I'd have naught.
I didn't want to love again, not love the way I had ...
My heart was full of memories, thoughts of new love made me sad.

Well, NOW I've found that soulmate and the love we share is TRUE
Unequivocal acceptance exists between us two ...
No romance lies between us ... no kisses in the park
No rings and thoughts of marriage, nor wedding bells to hark.
She's my 'mother', I'm her 'daughter', I'm her 'uncle', she's my 'son'
Almost from the day we met, I've known she is 'The One'

We've been together many times and yet we've never met ...
So many lives we've shared before ... with more to come, I'll bet ...
We're chips of the one part, you see, for, just like Jim, she's "ME"
Our Earthly distance matters not: I'm in her heart, you see.
She's over there in Canada ... an ocean separates
But nothing can destroy this love, for we are true soulmates.