“Your past lives may hold many clues to help you navigate your future”
As a child I felt like I’d been here before. I stand in front of the mirror and stare at myself. I’d say, “this is me; I am me”. I’d repeat this over and over until I felt almost dizzy and had to stop. I couldn’t believe that I was here, again. But in church I was taught that you live once and then you die. And you either go to heaven or hell for eternity. That always seemed so…boring
“Occasionally, I think of death. I can easily believe in the disintegration of the body, but cannot believe that all I have learned, experienced, accumulated can disappear and be wasted. Like a river, it must flow somewhere”
I stopped doing that weird little exercise in the mirror and put the idea of past lives out of my head. I hadn’t given up on the idea. But life started coming at me fast and when life comes at you fast, you must brace yourself to live it, struggle through it and survive it.
And then my baby was born. When she was 4, she started saying things to me like, “You’re the best mom I’ve ever had”. “I’m so happy we are together again” (and here’s the kicker), “When they took me from you and put me on the wagon, I was so sad”. I was speechless.
“What cannot be said, will be wept”
Was my baby telling me about her past lives? And the ones she had with me? This led me to researching everything I could on past lives, reincarnation and past life regression. I learned about soul contracts, past life lovers, ancestral assignments, the Akashic Records and how birth marks can be an indication of how one died in a past life. My mind was both blown and soothed at the same time.
I wasn’t as weird or crazy as I thought. In 2017, I connected with someone who could tell you about your past life/lives. When I tell you that past life reading was life changing, it’s an understatement. Oh, how this life made so much more sense to me after that reading. Turns out, I was a slave. Twice! In my second life as a slave, I tried to escape. I was betrayed. My children had been sold from me (hence my daughter’s memory of us being separated) and I lost the man I loved. I was an herbalist and healer. I died alone…broken…
“I see it all. I feel it all. My eyes fill with tears”
This led me to learning about past life regression. This is a way in which your higher self can visit past lives. You can unlock people, places, events, and emotions of other lifetimes. It allows you to work through that karma, heal old wounds that you carry from life to life, and make some things right that went terribly wrong.
Oh, my heart swells at learning about my past lives. It’s given me so much insight into why I am the way I am. Lawd, I couldn’t understand why I hated white folks so much. It makes perfect sense now. Why I am an herbalist in this life, why my daughter was so clingy and why I have that oddly shaped birth mark on the left side of my forehead. I used to get teased about it as a child. They said it looked like a midget had slapped me lol (it’s shaped like a small hand). It all makes so much sense. Why I’ve searched for one particular man my whole life, looking for him in every man that came my way…pieces of a puzzle finally put together.
When I was a teenager I used to listen to the Quiet Storm every night on the radio. When I first heard Teena Marie’s song, Deja Vu I fell in love. That too now makes perfect sense. She sang, “I’m young and I’m old. I’m rich and I’m poor. Feels like I’ve been on this earth many times before…I can feel this for sure, for sure. I’ve been here before” …
Have you been here before?