That Thing That I Do #3: Seeing Past Lives

Now here I go again, I see ...a crystal vision.  But I keep my visions to myself.

In a post I made on this blog this past August, Anya Briggs described how sometimes when she's been doing her DNA activations lately, a person's past life information will kind of stand out in the person's energy field.  She makes this kind of sweeping gesture with her hand from the third eye area of her head as she said this, which I don't think she even realized she did, and which I thought was an interesting gesture.  I totally get what she meant.

Her discussing this reminded me of my own ability to see past lives.  I used to share this information with people.  But, it gets frustrating, due to all the expectations people have about what their past lives should look like.  So, at this point in time, I absolutely hate seeing mine and others' past lives.  The last few years, I have tried hard to tamp this ability down in my being, shut it off, as it were.

If someone told me he were doing that, I'd tell him not to do it, but rather, just be himself, let it happen.  Yet, that hasn't been my approach with this in my own life, quite the contrary.  I would like to say I'm trying to integrate it, to be OK with it, to be comfortable in my skin with it.  But, I 'm just not there yet.  I've just never been comfortable with this ability.  I would rather see dead people (which I do), than see past lives.

Salience

Anyway, I have found that the images of our past are perceptible to my mind holographically depending on what our souls deem to be the most salient of our experiences, the most memorable things, the most meaningful.  That's what I will see.  Salient doesn't mean bad experiences, nor good, just whatever was the most  meaningful, for whatever reason.

The experiences in a certain incarnation will leave an indelible mark in a person's spirit, and we will carry the energy of it lifetime after lifetime, stuck in our souls like lint on a sweater.  We could let go of this energy package by letting go of our attachment to it.  This is why the Buddhists and the yogis exhort people not to form mental/emotional attachments to things.

This information that is always with us is perceived holographically by people like me, and probably Anya too (but I have not asked her personally, so I don't know for sure --each person experiences thing differently).  I will see, smell, hear, and feel many things at once related to some salient incident you've had in a past life, though the present version of you obviously wouldn't remember it happening.

It's interesting to note that small children around 3 or 4 sometimes do have amazingly clear recall of salient experiences their souls have had.  They are able to name people, places, events, much of which could be researched and confirmed (Dr. Ian Stevenson has done this work).  This reminds me of what people have called, "body memory," where your body "remembers" throughout your life abuse that happened when you were a baby or toddler.  But, your mind has no recollection of it.  Often, children lose most, if not all, their past life recall by 9 or 10, though some part of them never forget, ever.

As you might imagine, this ability has lead me to see a wide variety of things about a wide variety of people, including me.  Sometimes, though, it is just TMI.  Most of the time it is.  I would rather just shut the ability down, really, so I do.

Misconceptions

People miss out on the value of past life readings, the unique, potentially life-changing messages they bring, because it's too hard for them to escape the narrow boxes in which they've allowed their minds to get stuck.  Past life info is their own soul's love letter to them.  It is the wisdom of their own life experiences trying to communicate to them, too often a wasted effort.

People like me are just messengers, facilitators, not originators of the messages' contents.  Part of why I don't like sharing what I see is the ignorance I encounter that is difficult if not impossible to navigate.  For instance, a lot goes into why we've chosen to be how we are in past lives, and in the current lifetime, too much to describe here.  That's not the important part, but people get too wrapped up worrying about it, and miss the point of the message.

The following are a few of what are, in  my opinion, misconceptions I've noticed people have about  past lives, that tend to distract them from the messages they need to understand for their souls' growth.



1. The Past Life Person Must Look Identical to the Current Life Person 

I've seen people scoff at someone's past life claims saying, "You don't look anything like that person, so you couldn't have been that person in a past life!"  Where do people get this "fact" from, people who often don't even really believe in past life phenomena to begin with?   What never ceases to amaze me is how people like this suddenly just know all the "rules" of a thing, how it all goes down, despite never having studied the topic neither intellectually, nor experientially.

They just know the rules because, I don't know, that's how it was portrayed in a movie they'd seen, so they assume that's how things must be.  In fact, the soul could incarnate as a dog if it wanted to, or a being of an "alien race" of some sort, or as its own grandchild (which happens more than one might think!)...it doesn't matter.  These are just outer shells.

There isn't some dopey "rule" to how the soul must come back, how it must look.  Most people are not going to have an image of their past life self, anyway, so when and how did that start being a  requirement, or "proof"?  Does it mean they never had past lives because they can't prove it with pics?  See how useless this "must look identical" argument gets?   Who made this rule, and more importantly, why do people keep robotically following it?  They don't question it; it is "just so."

The other day, I watched a YouTube video of this guy doing a PowerPoint presentation about past lives.  I think he did OK, until he did that side by side photographs thing and went on this diabtribe about how much the current life child "looks like" his purported past life self.

Fail.

I guess if the child had been of a different race or sex, or the same of both but just looked physically different, that would be "evidence" that the child was lying, and it couldn't be the child's past life.  But no, here's this grown a** man, misguiding an audience with his ignorance on this aspect of past lives, thereby creating another 50 misinformed people, who will each go home and "enlighten" another 20 of their friends when they share what they "learned" at this workshop...and so the ignorance is passed on.  Oy.

Having said all this however, I must say there really are rare instances where people just happen to be well-known characters from the past, and visual documentation of the past life person does happen to exist.  I think David Wilcock is an example of this, and that he really was Edward Cayce in an immediate past life.  I'm not into astrology. but I did find the similarities of their two charts quite striking.  David and Edgar's lives have been wrought with uncanny synchronicities, and this is only one of them.   But this is, like I said, an extremely rare case.

I just don't know how to sort these wonderful things out with the know-it-alls I've encountered embracing their staid, preconceived rules and regulations, other than to just not discuss it with them in the first place, pearls before swine, and all that.  That's the route I've found most effective, and the route I tend to take.  People put up walls of ignorance that are too tiring to attempt to scale.



2. The Past Life Person Must Be of the Same Sex and Gender Identity

Anyway, another misconception, as I mentioned above, is that if you're a certain sex and gender in this lifetime, you must have been that exact same sex and gender in your past life or lives, too.  You're supposed to come back as a little mini-me of who you were before, right?  Again, this rigid thinking I have found to be quite incorrect, both for men and for women.

In our societies we assign so much meaning to sex and gender identity, it just gets psychotic and ridiculous.  It is a politically, socially, morally charged subject.  People kill other people over this topic.  So many schemas are piled upon our thoughts about sex and gender, that we project them and overlay them onto totally unrelated things.

But the soul doesn't care about this crap, as we do.  It comes back how it believes it needs to come back, in whatever state of being it needs.  I've had males get indignant when I told them about a female past life, as though I am intimating that today they're gay or something  (and we wouldn't want that, omigod no! ...homophobic much?).

People tend to project their current life values onto how they believe the past life person should be, and miss entirely the lesson(s) presented by that lifetime, the whole purpose of past life information.  Learning about one's past life should not be for sensationalistic purposes, but should be viewed as a teaching tool for spiritual growth and self-awareness.

A case in point...



3. The Past Life Person Must Be in Accordance with the Moral Values of the Current Life Person

This is less of a misconception and more of a "disappointment," than anything else.  People get upset when their souls were involved in things in a past life that the soul is against in this life.  Here is an example of that:

I knew one guy who I clearly saw had been a Buddhist monk for many lifetimes, which he had already known before I pointed it out to him.  But I also saw that during the World War II era, he became a Nazi assassin, a very good one, in fact.  In the current life he is reliving his Buddhist meditational life, what his soul knows best and feels most comfortable with.  However, he finds there are all these souls in this lifetime that he somehow feels obligated to, as though he's making amends to them for something.  This had always puzzled him.  Also, he had visited Europe and said that when his foot touched German soil, it felt chillingly familiar.  "I knew I'd been there before, I just knew it," he told me.

He suffered a great deal of cognitive dissonance concerning the idea of having been a Nazi in his past life.   The seeming confirmations were there, but it did not match his current perceptions of himself.   "But, it's against everything I believe in," he protested.  "I don't get how a switch like that is even possible."  Yet, it made perfect sense to me.  I saw clairvoyantly that in his first few lifetimes as a monk he started out very sincere, very loving.  Lifetime after lifetime he kept coming back to this lifestyle.  He had stunted his own growth by not trying new things, not exploring.  He wasn't growing any more spiritually.  It had become too comfortable for him, too safe.

He was bored and had begun intellectualizing the loving message of the Buddha.  He was no longer operating from a heart center, but was all in his head with this.  Buddhism had become a matter of following strict rules and regulations.  And while he excelled at living this lifestyle, took it very seriously (perhaps too much so), as with any religious group there were many who didn't, and this greatly angered him.  Behind the pretext of purity there was elicit sex and other offenses the monks did which opposed the very rules they swore to uphold.

He grew more and more conspiratorial in his nature, eyeing people, judging them, endeavoring to control them.  His spirit had already become an archetypal Nazi long before he had incarnated into the German lifetime.  As a monk he wanted only "purity" in the monastery at all costs.  He wanted to rid it of inferior beings not worthy to be there, not worthy of being alive, really, if they could not uphold the golden teaching of the Buddha.  I know this sounds convoluted, but like I said, the soul's logic is not society's logic.  It has its own experiential logic.

It's understandable, then, how the vibrations of Germany's fascist Nazism would be the perfect outlet in which to exercise the the contempt he felt for others who couldn't conform to the stringent standards to which he could conform, who didn't play by the rules as he could.  As an assassin, his targets were not of the Allied forces, but were other Nazis whom his superiors deemed were not up to par.  With pleasure, he took them out in a myriad of clever ways.  He didn't aspire to being a Nazi  really, he just liked doing the work.  He felt he was making the world a better place.

Will this soul ever take the time, in this or a future life, to learn how to love, rather than control, others?  Will these soul stories help him get out of his head, and get back into his heart center?  These issues are for him to work out, not for us to postulate.  I only present his case here as an anecdote.  We must each mind our own paths.

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It's common with lifetimes that we make these huge swings of the pendulum as this man had, going from one lifestyle, to its seeming opposite, and back again many times.  It just happens that way.  Sometimes, we manage to find a middle ground, but it may take many lifetimes before we accept it, and even more lifetimes before we successfully integrate it.  For whatever reasons, that only our souls know, we choose the paths that we choose.  The more we accept this about ourselves and integrate it, the better off we'll be.  It's not the details of who were that matters; it's the message that counts.

I have tried to integrate this ability to read past lives into my current life.  I would think I didn't come into this life with the ability for nothing.  But too many mine fields people have created within their egos blow up whenever I share what I see and it doesn't match what they would prefer to hear.  I find it a frustrating waste of time.  I do admire people like Anya who have the patience to do that work.  I know I'm just not one of those people.


Thank you for reading.

The Grand Master and the Eastern Star

The Grand Master

My uncle was a Most Worshipful Grand Master Mason.  He was also a career military man.  I believe he served a full 20 years, if not more.  He and his wife never had children.  This left them free to travel the world, and that is what they did.  They had trinkets from many countries, though over all they had few material possessions compared to most, I guess because they moved so often it wasn't practical to pack and unpack.  My uncle was often in Hawaii on Masonic business, but his home base remained in the mainland United States.

In contrast, my father, the eldest of several sons, wanted nothing to do with Masons, and I believe he never joined them.  I sort of take after him in that I, too, can't quite muster up the "company" mindset, can't really get into the "group mentality" kind of thinking.  He didn't serve the full 20 years of service in the military as his younger brother had.  So when I was growing up, we didn't have base privileges.  I remember my mom always gave him a lot of grief about that, haha, because all her friends did.  It really bothered her.

As a teenager, I managed to get on base with my best friend, who did have a base ID, and so we would frequently work out at the gym, run around the track.  And my friend bought things for me from the BX, while I waited outside.  I think another friend got me into the NCO club once or twice, to go dancing.  So, for the most part, I never suffered due to a lack of ID. :)   I grew up around all military families, now that I think about it.  It was part of my culture, part of who I was, and am, I guess.

Any way, back to my uncle.  The Most Worshipful Grand Master was always well-dressed whenever he visited.  He and my aunt would drive up in some kind of two-seater sports car.  I can't remember the make and model of it now, though.  He was always cordial to me, but later in my life he and I had a clash, and I never kept in contact with him after that.   He died some  years ago in Utah, where he lived many years after retiring (had he become a Mormon?).

My father never seemed to approve of my uncle's life.  He smiled in his face whenever my uncle visited, but then grumbled under his breath for a while after he left.  I never knew why, really.  I would understand later that my father, having grown up with the guy, knew another, darker side of my uncle beside the "upstanding" public facade my uncle tended to present.  In fact, I have found that with my family, things aren't always what they seem.

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Interesting lyrics, and album imagery, considering.



The Eastern Star

Two of my father's sisters, the eldest and the youngest, were Eastern Star members, the female side of the Masonic Lodge.  But I believe the middle sisters did not join the lodge, as my father hadn't.  I'm not sure on that, however, but pretty sure.  I remember when I was a teenager, the younger Eastern Star aunt used to talk quite a bit about the the charity work she did with the lodge.  She loved working with children, gathering donations, and helping with fundraiser events.  She seemed to find quite a bit of fulfillment in all that.

I think, however, there was a whole lot more to the younger aunt than what was apparent, even to her.  Now, this aunt was an extremely beautiful woman.  She really did look like a movie star.  She had long dark hair, and you really couldn't tell what race she was.  She could have been Italian, or Greek, or Brazilian, or Middle Eastern.  It was hard to tell.  You would just be blinded by a whole lot of  pretty whenever she walked into a room.  People would stare everywhere we went, and I didn't feel like I was related to someone so beautiful.

To top it off, she had been married for some years to an entertainment industry guy.  I hadn't realized how high up (relatively-speaking) this guy was until his death some years ago.  I noticed it had been briefly cited in a few mainstream news venues, which totally surprised me when I read the write-ups.  It seemed he had been chums with a few noted celebrities, some were even "old friends" of his.  New to me.

An image fraught with symbolism as per-
tains to beta programming.  Its photo-
grapher, Masanori Aoki, did an entire 
spread called, "Brides with Cat Heads 
and Diamonds" for Vogue Japan's 2014 
bridal magazine insert.  I couldn't f*****
believe it when I saw it!  MK Ultra is 
alive and well, it seems. 

Now.  At this point, some of you more keen students of contemporary mind control culture probably have a good idea about where this story is going.  Others of you, well, you'd better do your homework.  It is difficult to say this, and of course I'd like to be wrong and hope I am, but I am almost certain this aunt was a beta-programmed asset, a "sex kitten," and perhaps performed such assignments as being an information mule, an "extractor" of information, or even much worse than that (reference Candy Jones's story). And why I said that this part of her life may not have been "apparent, even to her," is that often such assets are under heavy mind control, and have alters they themselves are not even aware of (reference The Manchurian Candidate).

I base this supposition on observations my father had shared with me over the years about her, on the above general family profile peppered with Masonic and military influences, and on what I personally observed about aspects of her personality and lifestyle.  At the time my dad shared these insights with me, I thought he was being rather harsh and judgmental.  But now, knowing what I know, every detail makes total sense to me.  I understand where he was coming from: things about his little sister's life weren't adding up, and he was just concerned (and probably quite accurate in his assessments, unfortunately).

So, having studied this topic for many years, and putting the pieces together about my aunt's life, I am almost certain of it.  It would not surprise me if she had been used as what they call a "presidential model" level asset, and if her Hollywood husband had been her "handler."  I remember he seemed very controlled in his demeanor, his movements very stiff and measured, his eyes uncomfortably piercing, his expression serious even when smiling.  Things seemed more like business between them.



There is a whole lot more I could say about the Grand Master and the Eastern Star.  But, I will leave it here.  I just meant to share some things about the family I'm from, to try to understand myself, and maybe understand what might be happening to me and why.

Thanks for reading.

That Terran Pie

...seems like everybody wants a piece of it.  

From a variety of beings of different densities and galaxies, to those of the warring bloodlines and timelines of Terra herself, folks from all over parasitically attempt to harvest our bodies & minds, our very soul energies.  Seems for eons Terra has been, and still is to them, what California had been to this planet during the nineteenth century Gold Rush.  

We're the gold, the "genetic royalty"as Alex Collier's Andromedan friend put it, which explains all the gene-grabbing of late.  So when Terrans finally get it, that "They neeed us.  We don't need them," I think that's when the fun will truly begin.  Until then, we bear the ignorance and fear so prevalent on this planet today.  We believe the lies, acting as though we're bereft and needy, looking to phony gods and even phonier governments...  

...when we were the ones possessing true wealth all along.

little dragon

And trust me when I say the arms outstretched at "secret dance" might be a rather significant gesture.

Ride the Wave!

All the colors of the world should be 

loving each other in harmony.

Can you see what's going down?

Can you feel it in your bones?

Can you feel it?  Are keys unlocking new avenues of comprehension for you?  Are you getting closer to answers, or at least feeling the exhilaration that you are?   You're not the only one.  In my opinion at least, it hasn't felt like this since around 2008 or so.  And what an interesting time period that was.  "They" had successfully staged a financial crash as a subterfuge to distract the masses, and everyone fell for it.  Wonder what they'll attempt this time.  Doesn't matter, really.  Some of us will see through it; most won't, as before, and what an infinitely more interesting time period this may prove to be. :)   

A groundbreaking music video (by pre-CGI, 1981 standards).  At the time most musicians 
didn't or just weren't creating visual productions like this as platforms for their music. 
But, Michael spared no expense.  His soul is not from here (Terra).  He's a visitor, a captive.

And by the way, thanks all the same, Melik Taus, but despite what's displayed at the end of this video (yes, I caught that clever little Luciferian peacock twist there, lol), know that we better understand our own inner Light now, so we don't need to be hypnotized by yours any more, though I know many will go out that way, because they didn't want to rebuild, too in love with your Matrix (or too in fear of it).  Meh, they're entitled to their choice.

Others of us can see our own light now, the Universal Light, the same light that was in you, that is in all beings.  So we don't need to borrow yours, Light Bearer; we will bear our own, even bear all the darkness it sometimes brings.  Besides, your efforts were infiltrated and subverted long ago, and it cost us dearly, and thus we were treated as loosh commodity. We will decide our own fate from here.

Right now, we're at a window-opening point where you can, 

if you know what you're doing, get out of this cycle, this soul-trapping 

cycle thing that we got caught into.  --Max Spiers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kx3R64G6-Rs

53min:28sec

Childhood's End

Note: This is what happens when James Brown's and Mick Jagger's genes were spliced 
together in a covert experiment called Project Whacky Dancer, clearly a success.  (jk)

Terra, the Mandela Effect is only the beginning of many disorientations. 

And how disorienting they'll all be depends upon the extent to which you've
allowed yourself to be invested in the Matrix, the extent to which
you've built walls of seeming reality around you...with bricks of sheer fantasy.
Ask yourself who supplied those bricks.
Ask yourself what their motive(s) may have been for doing so.


Ask yourself how you will re-build using your own means, because
that question, I believe, will be the most important question of all to ask.
Yet, who bothers asking it?  Most just mourn the loss of the old bricks.
Most let their programming dictate how "entitled" they were to their
fantasy world, and will in futility fight or flight their way into keeping it intact.


Meanwhile, your galactic neighbors stand bemused at the sheltered life you've lived,

maybe even admire the luxury you've enjoyed indulging your sense of entitlement,
how you've rightfully expected your keepers would bother to indulge it as well, realizing,
as those keepers do, that the slave who has no idea he's a slave, who demands the
illusory Matrix-given rights he never even had, most certainly makes the best slave of all.

In contrast, your neighbors have had to fight for what freedoms they've got now, 

have had to continue fighting just to keep them, because, you see,
the walls likewise came violently tumbling down for them too, long, long ago.

And you'll feel exactly what that's like, soon...  

So, prepare to rebuild, or prepare to be crushed.

Grow, or lose it all.

Make your mark, or regret never having tried.

The Problem with Disclosure

You want it to look one way.  And when it doesn't, you lose sight of the message entirely, you reject it, even chastise the messengers.  Terra, how will you ever connect the dots, how will you survive?

Disclosure in the Neat, Tidy Package You Wanted

You DIDN'T Want This

You didn't want Disclosure IV-dripped to you by nutcases.  You didn't want a bunch of unprofessional "experiencers" to give you a bunch of little keys here and there.  You didn't want any Shane the Ruiners telling you about any giants from other planets laying around sleeping.  You didn't want any Rainetta Joneses or Keiran Lee Perons showing you MRIs of implants in their heads, nor any James Rinkses or JustSayNoToLooshCommodities showing you disgusting photos of abduction needle marks in their mouths.  Who are these weirdos?!  Everyone knows if it hasn't been cleared by MUFON, or at least given the thumbs up by normal people, like Steven Greer (he's a real doctor, after all), well then it's not legitimate.  You're still waiting for the lights in the sky to land in front of you.

You didn't want to give anything up.  You want to keep all your "stuff," although the Matrix and everything in it is being felled like a tree.  You didn't want to search deeper.  You complain about all aspects of the Matrix, but you don't really want it to change, don't want it to go away.  You don't want to be part of the solution, build a new world, and you severely criticize people who do.  And conversely, you want others to do all the sacrificing...the military to fight the aliens for you, the government to make decisions about your life for you, to always have your best interests in mind, the super soldiers to deal with the unknown while you keep your safe, predictable lives in tact.  You didn't want to actually be affected by anything.  You just wanted to read about it on the internet, watch cool interviews on YouTube.

You DID Want This

You want Disclosure given to you the "right" way, complete with nice press conferences, maybe a series of downloadable pdf files of ET reports, telling you all you need to know.  The truth is, if it came to you like that it would one, big psy-op, specially written to give you a false sense of security, tell you everything you want to hear.  But if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need. I'd say chances are good what you need...won't look anything like what you want, quite the contrary.

"Each one of us is the Disclosure Movement. 

We don't need an organization to speak on our behalf."

--James Bartley

Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3Y1JoRQmYo