Narrated by ego
by Voluptuous Witchywoman
Daily movement in progress; my motto has been in my mind two steps forward one step back (could be the dyslexia kicking in) never-the-less, movement.
Things had become stagnant in my life once again; the need to push myself out of a comfort zone thumping. The pattern again, two steps forward one step back. This resonated in my heart and mind loud and clear, I needed to go to the root cause and heal it in order to move forward in my life and put a stop to the unhealthy circle.
My mindset the day of my past life regression was that it was going to be like a woman about to give birth (Primigravida) to her first child – totally naïve of the labor pains and trauma; as they say, ignorance is bliss.
Going into my Past Life Regression with Joan Burnett, PhD
I felt completely safe and comfortable at all times, ready for my impending root cause child birth, as Joan put me under with a hypnotic sedation.
Everything was dark; I could not move or see…anything! Ego was screaming this was a crock a shit!
I attempted to move my body, I felt like cement!
I could not budge.
Joan suggested I turn on the light switch. Duh…I cannot move – I make the intent; constriction – hands, feet, and body – no cooperation. Tied up… bound, wrapped in something. I pause a moment to observe my limited surroundings; I release my soul; the smell is musty, dark, visible roots, the cellar! My soul goes flying through a dark tunnel, birth canal? No ego, merely a dark tunnel. I see a lid…. open …light…sunlight .Happier times; there I was in life of a six year old, blonde hair, blue eyes… Kathy! She was playing in the meadow, picking flowers. Hey that’s Peter Wyley.
Next Life
Huh. And here ego thought it was only here once before.
People watching a young lady, at the most she was twenty years of age, long black hair; staring, mesmerized was more like it. Her movements were luring, provocative, seductive, intoxicating just watching; her skirt flowed, her body swayed with graceful rhythm and her hands carried you away! Wow she was me, nice. (-_-)*.
Needless to say the local women were not content that the gypsy was in town, captivating and seducing their church going men. The gypsy was dragged through the town by her long black luscious hair and hung from tree on the out skirts of town.
Third Life Closest to the Present Me
The skyline was intriguing; dark blue clouds served as curtains to an anticipated eclipse by the jagged cliffs; a night without a day and a day without a night.
A circle gathering – people in black cloaks hovered amidst a fire blazing. Pentagram incrusted ground, awaiting the new initiation. An innocent doe appeared…she was no more than seventeen years of age – with her heart held high, the dream of being the next High priestess.
Bloodshed; a sacrifice was made. The beast took her, as man and woman becoming one. In his own way it was love, lust. As seductive as the coupling was, she did not want him.
There is a struggle afterwards, at the edge of the cliffs; she does not want him in “his way”; he does not desire or suggest hurting her. She goes over the edge of the cliff. She feels the freedom of his gasp as the life leaves her body.
Soul lessons:
- To forgive, myself and others.
- The intentions need to be crystal clear.
- Truly coming to terms with the light and dark of myself. The ying and yang of our selves are two that make up a whole part in need of balance.
I close with deep gratitude and reverence for my mentor, teachers, spiritual guides, masters and totem Mufasa.
Moral of the story:
“Fear had been preventing her from stepping up to current challenges of making a living and creating a dynamic, healthy partnership with a man. With the release of all these traumatic feelings, she stepped into the fullness of who she really is, complete with her many gifts and strengths.” Excerpt from Invisible Roots by Barbara Stone, PhD.
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