Seeing that it was urgent to do something, on Sunday (two days ago), before dinner, I decided to try for the first time a session of the so-called “restorative yoga”, this is to say, very soft and slow exercises aimed to release tension and bring relaxation. It lasted an hour, and while I was doing it I already noticed how energy began to flow. I again felt how loaded my neck was. At certain points I felt the desire to cry. But in yoga you are told you must concentrate on exercise and breathing, and if thoughts come to your mind, you must ignore them, so I did that. Before going to bed, rather than meditate, because I was still processing the emotions from last Friday, I decided to do reiki. Most of the times I do reiki for myself (self-reiki, as I call it), I don’t feel anything unusual, except the typical tingling in my hands. Past life images don’t come to me, nor anything similar. This time I made sure that the emotional channels were open, something I don’t usually do. Perhaps that is the reason why what I am going to tell next occurred.
When I laid my hands on the heart strong emotions started to arrive. I knew they were coming from Roderic. There were guilt and feelings of frustration, which accompanied me during the days previous to my death. Among other things, I thought about my brother Gareth, that is to say, another one of my guide’s incarnations, another lifetime in which we were together for some time. When I am depressed I always miss him, and that feeling was also present all the previous week. In the Ireland life we grew up together. He was older than me, though it is hard to specify how much, maybe two or three years. He had black hair, shorter than mine, and light eyes. When he got married he left the village, and I was left alone with our father. I must have got married a bit later, and in the ensuing events Gareth was absent.