All right, I will be honest. I accepted because I feel I still have some memories that I need to process that belong to a certain past life. Just last weekend I visited the old flat where I lived with my partner many years, as we were going to attend together a lecture about meditation and energy techniques. While I was already in the bedroom taking off my shoes, I heard how he locked the front door and a strange inner feeling invaded me, one that no doubt it has nothing to do with my present life. It was the feeling I had made a big mistake going back to that place. My thought was: «Let’s see if I don’t get out of here anymore». I am almost convinced it is caused by my experiences in my life as a mistreated wife, one with quite specific and quite terrible memories, though I can’t discard the house might have some influence on my thoughts. From subjective sensations, information obtained by meditations, dreams and even a couple of EVPs, I am certain that at least an abusive men and two terrified women lived there. But I am inclined to think that thought was all mine, in that moment.
A few days ago someone proposed to me a session of spiritual healing using a method called «The New Therapy». I had never heard of it and I have always been skeptic about the so-called «spiritual healing», but as I try to keep an open attitude and try everything that comes up in my life, I accepted.
All right, I will be honest. I accepted because I feel I still have some memories that I need to process that belong to a certain past life. Just last weekend I visited the old flat where I lived with my partner many years, as we were going to attend together a lecture about meditation and energy techniques. While I was already in the bedroom taking off my shoes, I heard how he locked the front door and a strange inner feeling invaded me, one that no doubt it has nothing to do with my present life. It was the feeling I had made a big mistake going back to that place. My thought was: «Let’s see if I don’t get out of here anymore». I am almost convinced it is caused by my experiences in my life as a mistreated wife, one with quite specific and quite terrible memories, though I can’t discard the house might have some influence on my thoughts. From subjective sensations, information obtained by meditations, dreams and even a couple of EVPs, I am certain that at least an abusive men and two terrified women lived there. But I am inclined to think that thought was all mine, in that moment.
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Last Friday, 21st October, I was interviewed live for the first time for a Telegram channel called Akashicos_regresiones_maryg, owned by Mary Gómez. It was a very gratifying experience and I hope it will be repeated again in the future with better technical means. The main intention of the interview was telling what led me to remember past lives and how I eventually ended up writing a couple of books about reincarnation. It is a summary of the first chapters of Pandora’s Box, though we didn’t get too deep on how the memories of my first past life (that of Cardiff) started to come out, nor how was all the process that entailed, which I personally consider the most interesting. I have told it many times before. I wasn’t seeking to remember when those images started to appear in my head. I wasn’t doing anything special. I wasn’t seated on a past life therapist’s divan, nor had I taken psychodelic drugs, nor had I done a week fasting to reach illumination. It all was much more mundane, much simpler. The first time I was meditating on my home’s couch, trying to calm down my anxiety. I don’t even know how it happened, in fact during that summer of 2011 I was unable to repeat the experience. And when I made up my mind to try my first self-hypnosis recording, I was sitting on an old chair, with the laptop by my side, near a corner in my living room, wondering what the hell I was doing and what would my relatives think if they saw me doing something as stupid as listening to a recording that would take me to my past lives, if I had some and I wasn’t absolutely crazy… The video is in Spanish and the sound is awful, but I leave it anyway in case someone wants to view it.
Part 1. The piano turned up again on March 2014, and little by little, as I clear up things, I think I am possibly seeing two different phases. Here I can indeed play it, but it is not the same house, but my sister’s, where I was fostered for some time. «I suddenly saw myself playing the piano, I was even hearing the melody, it seems this piano is placed between two windows… and I think I used to see it like this when I remembered that X I thought lived in the West. I think it is definitive that this X is in reality Susan, when I was living with my sister and her husband, before and after the first trial. I suddenly turned my head to the left and there was my daughter: a 3-4-year-old girl that tries to play with me but she can’t yet… It moves me having her so close. Her hair is of a light colour, not like mine, and she is so beautiful. I recommend reading this entry while listening to «The heart asks pleasure first», in the video below, soundtrack of «The piano» and this past life. I knew this would happen. When I wrote in my previous entry I had recalled a piano before, I didn’t think I had so much information. But this happens when you are not reading your past life journal everyday and besides you have been a few years disconnected from the subject of reincarnation. But… I have made it: reviewing everything I had and putting it together. I didn’t remember that before Susan’s life I already had memories from another alleged past life in which a piano appeared. This was at the early beginning of my journey and at the end I reached the conclusion it was the same life. I like sharing it to show the process of remembering past lives is very confusing and sometimes you take years to tie up all the loose ends. This is why it is very important to write it all down, and in the most orderly fashion, to facilitate future searches. So, with this entry we are going to travel far... According to my past life journal, the first memory I had of Susan was on December 17th, 2011. I was still giving a number to each flash or brief scene that came to me, following the order of apparition. «This morning, simply relaxing my mind while still in bed, a couple of images came to my head: in one of them I was in a very elegant house, I was sitting in front of a piano, and I intended to play something. I don’t know if I was a woman or a man.» While I have always been very prudent when it is time to speak about healing and past lives, because I think many «therapists» abuse of it, giving people false hopes about what a regression can do, I have no doubt that one of the main effects of remembering past lives is precisely «to heal». Perhaps I have this issue because of the wrong use of the term. What is it that we heal if we are not ill? Do we heal emotions? Emotions are neither good nor bad, they are always there as a consequence of events we lived in the past, and I think eliminating them —or, rather, soothing them— is only right when they have become a burden that affects your current life and prevents your advance.
In my case, anxiety and depression were the things that prevented my advance. And I am beginning to be aware, from my enhanced knowledge of the nature of reality, of how the energy imbalance might end up affecting the physical body. Sometimes an organic or mechanic problem can be caused directly by those residual emotions associated to the original lesion. The lesion won’t go away until you have worked properly on those emotions. And sometimes there is no need to work on anything, sometimes illness by itself is a chance to learn. I have spent the last days focused on one of my novels, without feeling anything similar to past life mood, as I said in my previous entry. But through one of those synchronicities, this morning Dr. José Luis Sevillano shared in his Facebook page the trailer of a movie I didn’t know: «The silence of the sea». When I saw it was about the French resistance, I knew I had to watch it. The short video of the trailer already brought me certain emotions I could not ignore. It took me less than a minute to find the full movie on the internet. And I watched it at midday, taking advantage of the fact I was alone at home and I could start crying at ease if needed.
The first thing I discovered is it was based on a novel by a certain Vercors, pseudonym of Jean Bruller, a man who lived the occupation of France by the German and even became a member of the resistance. I already have the novella too, it is extremely short so it is possible that any day soon I will have read it as well. This year I can say I have been quite entertained with my business, so I have been spared of feeling anything similar to past life mood. As I have been describing in my previous entries, I have had indeed multiple reasons to recall my past lives, but they have remained by my side, without interfering in my present, like partners supporting me in my own personal challenges, but staying aside. August was always a delicate month and I barely noticed it. I had a quiet vacation during which I rested from the mundane concerns of my work. December has arrived and I can’t say the same anymore. I keep being an incredulous witness of what is happening around me, and I can’t help feeling like Katrina in her last Christmas in Prague, the prelude of a time of darkness that would take us to our deaths.
More than once I have felt as if I were living inside a movie during these long months of 2020. The drama is in its high point, it is the moment of salvation through the vaccines that they have fabricated in record time to fight against a nonexistent pandemic, and in order to convince us they show us actors and actresses in the television who joyfully accept to get them, ignoring their serious secondary effects, including death. And if they can’t convince us, then they try to impose the vaccination on us using coercion and threats, as they have already tried to do with health workers, who, of course, must be an example of solidarity and responsibility. |
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