You know, drinking coffee, eating a chocolate bunny, dipping it into a small bowl of peanut butter before each bite is a bad way to start the morning. Tasted great — but seeing that I’ll be 39 in little over a week, I should know better. Now — I don’t feel so well. However — I am awake;)
Last night I gave more thought about that days session, something still wasn’t right. So as I went to sleep I asked for an answer. The parts of the dream that I can remember is Bill, Ted and I in an office. I’m being regressed and the two of them are watching. In the regression I go back to this scene – this time of death. What I gather is that Bill became our enemy when members of Atlantis wanted to use the crystals for power and control instead of healing and peace. Bill was seduced by that power and wanted me to join him. But I wouldn’t. I stayed with Ted and in the light. Bill looked at this as betrayal. The leader of this group is my husband (in today’s world) – who is the one of the ones who discovered how to use the crystals for power. He and I were friends. Love was given very freely between people then, and he wanted me for only himself. When I said no – I’m not excluding Bill or Ted for anyone – this is when his anger got dangerous and his obsession with power began.
My husband and Bill became good friends. When it came to this part – the death of us three, my husband considered it a betrayal that Bill switched sides – that his love for us was stronger than his loyalty to my husband and the cause. So with my husband watching and not doing anything at this time – he believed that the punishment I was receiving fit the crime. He was also deeply hurt and since power to him was the only way he knew to gain respect — well — there you have it.
In this life, my husband is a lot like this – a leader, very head strong, demands loyalty but also talks a talk but not the walk. He is also not a violent man — as far as I know. Funny enough, and this just dawned on me — he invented a new way to create energy without using disposable natural resources – a way to make power. However, he refuses to pursue it which I find disappointing. But seeing how this is how the fall of Atlantis came about — guilt transcends time until we let it go.
I’m not sure we married just so Bill couldn’t get to me – although I’m not 100% positive on that one. I do think though, that it is because of him that I put two and two together for Bill and then Ted…etc… I never would have set foot in Wooster had I not been married to him. Had we not moved to Wooster, I would not have had the conversation I did with my neighbor, which led me to discover the connection. Had I not moved to Wooster I may have just stuck with being a CPA and ignored my intuition longer. Of course too – had he and I not married, my son wouldn’t be here and I am convinced that he has a very distant purpose with his life. So he and I being married had its reasons.
Just as the guy I lived with before I started to date my husband – the man who killed all my animals and almost me in the process. He reintroduced me to my love of crystals – something that I put on the back burner after I graduated high school.
The bank I worked for years ago, also had a purpose: I met my husband (he was a customer) and the daughter of the woman I rented a room from (after I ran from the guy who killed all my cats) – this woman I lived with introduced Runes to me and charged up my interest in tarot and crystals.
Had I not been married to husband #1 – then I would have never divorced – and went to work for the bank to begin with.
So everything thus far has had its reasons — all to get me where I’m at right now. I’m positive that this blog and my podcast is meant to get me someplace else. Everything has been a step and at first it seems like there is no rhyme or reason, but there is always a reason for everything.
I’m reading a wonderful book called “Only Love Is Real” by Brian Weiss. I HIGHLY recommend it. Here’s an except that I snagged off of Amazon.com:
Excerpted from Only Love Is Real : A Story of Soulmates Reunited by Brian L. M.D. Weiss. Copyright © 1997. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved
Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return…. Forget not that I shall come back to you…. A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me. KAHLIL GIBRAN
There is someone special for everyone. Often there are two or three or even four. They come from different generations. They travel across oceans of time and the depths of heavenly dimensions to be with you again. They come from the other side, from heaven. They look different, but your heart knows them. Your heart has held them in arms like yours in the moon-filled deserts of Egypt and the ancient plains of Mongolia. You have ridden together in the armies of forgotten warrior-generals, and you have lived together in the sand-covered caves of the Ancient Ones. You are bonded together throughout eternity, and you will never be alone.
Your head may interfere: “I do not know you.” Your heart knows.
He takes your hand for the first time, and the memory of his touch transcends time and sends a jolt through every atom of your being. She looks into your eyes, and you see a soul companion across centuries. Your stomach turns upside down. Your arms are gooseflesh. Everything outside this moment loses its importance.
He may not recognize you, even though you have finally met again, even though you know him. You can feel the bond. You can see the potential, the future. But he does not. His fears, his intellect, his problems keep a veil over his heart’s eyes. He does not let you help him sweep the veil aside. You mourn and grieve, and he moves on. Destiny can be so delicate.
When both recognize each other, no volcano could erupt with more passion. The energy released is tremendous.
Soul recognition may be immediate. A sudden feeling of familiarity, of knowing this new person at depths far beyond what the conscious mind could know. At depths usually reserved for the most intimate family members. Or even deeper than that. Intuitively knowing what to say, how they will react. A feeling of safety and a trust far greater than could be earned in only one day or one week or one month.
Soul recognition may be subtle and slow. A dawning of awareness as the veil is gently lifted. Not everyone is ready to see right away. There is a timing at work, and patience may be necessary for the one who sees first.
You may be awakened to the presence of your soul companion by a look, a dream, a memory, a feeling. You may be awakened by the touch of his hands or the kiss of her lips, and your soul is jolted back to life.
The touch that awakens may be that of your child, of a parent, of a sibling, or of a true friend. Or it may be your beloved, reaching across the centuries, to kiss you of her lips, and your soul is jolted back to life.
The touch that awakens may be that of your child, of a parent, of a sibling, or of a true friend. Or it may be your beloved, reaching across the centuries, to kiss you once again and to remind you that you are together always, to the end of time.
Remember the white book (if you don’t, go back through this month)? Enough said….
I wish I could find someone to regress me – to help me explore it all. But no matter who I’ve talked to thus far, they say no. Maybe I’m too upfront with the two soul mates, Joan of Arc and Cleopatra? Most regression therapists who have even had the courtesy to talk with me say – many people “think” they were someone important, but more times than not…..and then they never return my messages.
I don’t get it. Even if someone has serious doubts, you would think someone – somewhere in this big ole world would be curious enough to find out.
Have a wonderful weekend!