Good cold, strange evening to all,
These last few days have been extremely weird on a number of accounts but before I begin writing about some strange events, I'd like to say it is amazing the stories I have received regarding past life memories in people; especially within young children. A very dear friend of mine who lives down in Texas, has a 4 year old daughter that seems to be attuned to her past life more than most. Much to the surprise of mom, and siblings, she began telling them how she died before she came here and went in to detail about what happened and the type of clothing she was wearing and details about the male that had murdered her. Listening to the story, makes the hair stand up on your neck.
On a personal note, in 1985, my 36 year old Uncle Maury who was the love of my life died totally unexpectedly from cancer. I was beyond devastated & it took me years to be okay again. Well, when I get pregnant with my 2nd child in 1993, with a son, I was going to name him Maury no matter Vern, their dad had to say about it. Vern could call him Bozo the Clown, but I knew it was Maury. Well, fast forward 5 years later. Little Maury was in his car seat behind me while driving in to town one day. I suddenly really missed my uncle and said so out loud. Suddenly, a little voice behind me said "mom, don't be sad & miss uncle Maury cause I am RIGHT here!" His voice was so sweet and innocent & I responded back "honey, I don't mean you, I mean my uncle Maury that you were named after that died years ago." And he said " I know mom, I AM HERE I came back to you!" I knew he was right & I started to cry. My beloved Uncle knew I would cherish every day with him no matter what form he was in. And lastly, as I've told both of my kids if I leave this earth before they have their own children -"You better be as good to your kids as I was you, because I can guarantee you I will be one of them!" And I was not joking.
Kids clear memories make very good sense to me, since children are still so tuned in to spirit and have not learned cultural or religious limitations on what they are or are not to believe & the memories of yesterday have not been shut off yet in their little brains. I have also spoken to a number of others that "know" they too have experienced Native American past lives, often as warriors.
It really is too bad, this is still such a voodoo topic in modern day America. Just think of all the cool things we can learn from the past, if people would put their fears, egos, closed minds & religious beliefs aside & listen to those with the memories bleeding through today. Isn't it totally egotistical to think we can become perfected beings in one single lifetime? It takes many lifetimes of lessons to raise our frequencies to the God frequency of Unconditional Love, Forgiveness & Peace. (The soul can go the other way as well depending on the choices made in our lives-or rather our frequency can lower to a Hell frequency made by choices guaranteeing another incarnation in the hope of learning the next time.)
Brutally honestly, I don't think most people want to even consider the possibility they have lived time and time again, especially when they learn one's actions in your past directly relate to your life now. There is a cause and effect or rather - balancing to everything. People like being asleep because it's safer. You don't have to explore the great mysteries of the Spirit & of your self. But that is only an illusion. One day, you will not be able to run from yourself any longer. Might as well face it now, and get it over with is my motto.
Now, for the strange things. It began last Friday night when I was psychically attacked in my sleep, then the next day I was physically attacked by a friend's dog who had attacked my little dog Leo, then turned on me. Needless to say, I was a bit shaken up at the sneak attack, until a number of close friends began calling to tell me they too were being attacked in one form or another. I couldn't believe it! Scarily, 4 people I know have gotten very physically sick, 3 have gotten psychically or demonically attacked and it didn't stop with my friends. My son was in Colorado Springs for State Competition and a friend of many years of his (suffering from depression) turned on my son and wanted to fight him which my son refused to do, then during an awards ceremony a boy he did not know threw up on his back. Needless to say, he came home furious and very unhappy. This morning he woke up throwing up alongside his sister who was sick yesterday. In all, there is something very strange going on "out there." There seems to be a real darkness sneaking in through our light barriers-either to break us or make us stronger is how I look at it & truthfully I refuse to feel fear or stop anything I am doing now or become weak. The challenges only strengthen my resolve. After the dog attack, I went home & called upon the 4 most powerful people I know spiritually for backup (3 whom all are old warrior souls & 1 who is just plain gifted period). Once I called in the spiritual troops, the darkness has been kept at bay, and truthfully now, I know why I was meant to meet these 3 ladies in Sedona and one from here. For the precarious spiritual times we are in now.) The elders have reunited for strength.
As for video games, unfortunately my son, daughter and son-in-law all play those horrible xbox games that usually involve violence. I absolutely do not like them and have told them all over and over about spending so much time in the lower frequencies while playing them & opening doorways up to places left closed. For some reason, I woke up at 2:00 AM last night and I just couldn't go back to sleep. I started thinking about Maury's xbox and then kinda put it there spiritually to help me understand why I am sooo against them. This is what I dreamed:
I was sitting in the backseat of my daughter's truck with my son sitting next to me. Tessa was driving and Javier was in the front passenger seat. We were driving down a neighborhood street in Fort Collins, when suddenly Tessa puts the truck into reverse and starts driving backwards really fast, then suddenly opens her door & jumps out. I start screaming to Javier to put his foot on the brake, but Javier gives me a look like it's a joke and ignores me. I jump over the seat and get into the drivers position, when suddenly I realize my feet and legs are paralyzed. No matter how bad I want to stop the truck I can not. I can not move them at all. I look into the rear view mirror and I see a 4-way intersection coming up behind us very rapidly. Tessa is standing next to a red stop sign waving her arms to us, yelling for us to stop. Suddenly, I heard her voice in my head say "mom, there are 2 cars coming the other way." But it was too late. Right before we approached the intersection, Javier stepped down on the brakes, but our speed continued on. As our truck entered the intersection I saw two cars spin out of control trying to avoid hitting us. One of the cars had at least 6 kids in it which upset me terribly. The next moment, we are all standing in a room. I am completely distraught with my daughter I can not even look at her. The two women drivers come up to me and ask me why I would drive so carelessly. I looked at them, crushed they would even consider I would endanger children like that. I replied through my grief "I did not do that. My daughter did" and I explained what happened & how I tried to stop it, but my paralyzed limbs would not respond. As the two ladies walked away, I walked over to my daughter, grabbed her arm very violently and said to her "Tess, you are not my daughter." and I walked out the room leaving Tessa, Maury and Javier behind. I left the room and walked out in to darkness. The sky was dark, the bushes were dark, I felt nothing inside and then I realized I was in the Hell frequency. (Tessa's, Maury's & Javier's Hell frequency from the video games) I also noticed I was walking downhill (going to an even lower frequency) on the side walk when I came into FULL awareness. I made the conscious choice right then I DID NOT HAVE to be there, nor wanted to be there & I was leaving for a Higher place. I put my arms out to my sides and began to fly through the dark sky, soon entering back into the Light. The sky turned into ethereal Godlike colors of pinks, peaches and oranges with a beautiful design letting me know I was back with God with pure Love filling my heart. I closed my eyes with my arms still out to the sides like wings, tilted my head back and said "I am sorry God" (for what my kids have done) fully giving myself over with total trust and Love to the Creator. Somehow, I know I couldn't blame myself for their choices.
I woke up with the very clear message to my kids. My legs & feet were paralyzed because the choice the 3 of them were making playing games that involved spending lots of time in spiritual darkness, was theirs and theirs alone. I was only there as a spectator and as a guide to let them know the consequences of their actions. I was very proud of myself of recognizing the fact I did not have to be in Hell, and felt completely honored to be so loved by God or the Creator, who waits for us all. Strangely, I knew somehow I could not blame myself for their choices.
Amen & Namaste.
Native American Prayer
Oh, Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me, I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold
the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have
made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things
you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have
hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my Spirit may come to you without shame.
(translated by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)
