But what if you don’t know your history. I didn’t know what Akashic records were until recently. I had heard them mentioned by someone before, got the gist of it and then I forgot. A couple of people I know had mentioned past life explorations to me and it piqued my interest. Although I was a tad apprehensive about what might be unearthed, ultimately curiosity won the day, and the cat appears to live on.
Sue is one of those people that you immediately know is kind hearted. Time flew by as we chatted before the session and unbelievably she offers people who struggle financially the chance to help on her allotment in lieu of monetary payment for a past life exploration. In the interests of the survival of her fruit and vegetables, I did a bank transfer, but I love the fact she offers this. Anyway…
In my meditative space I have always struggled with one thing: looking too hard. Sometimes I overanalyse the oddly shaped or strangely coloured thing that is momentarily drifting across the blank canvas of my closed eyes, or I look so hard I scare everything away until there is nothing left. So when I’m being guided into my quantum healing hypnosis, I’m listening to Sue’s words and wondering if I’ll be hawkishly observing every non-event that pops up. Or just imagining things out of sheer panic so I can contribute to the conversation.
“Think of somewhere that makes you feel totally relaxed”. Some people might think of somewhere really exotic like the Seychelles, but my happy place is a shrub-lined footpath just above Eastbourne seafront. Swishy I know. I was sat there for a moment before Sue told me to hop on a cloud which immediately floated off eastwards (in my mind) and just as I was thinking I must be somewhere near Seaford Head, I dropped into a past-life in India. Obv. Dark wood stairs, panelled walls, a mosaic tiled floor along a corridor and I was wearing a brown robe (quite an ungainly one I might add) – the detail was firmly etched in my mind’s eye to a level I wasn’t expecting. Now I have to say that I did wonder if I was just imagining the restaurant Dishoom because it did have that kinda decorative vibe to begin with. I realised I was in a monestary and very much at ease. Sue was asking me to identify people and objects around me and for a longer time than I realised I was joining my fellow monks in meditation. This was blissful for me but a tad uneventful for Sue who had subtly made numerous suggestions that I might want to see what was going on in the next room instead. She confessed to her feelings of boredom to me afterwards because apparently that part of the session lasted a long time!
We explored what led me to the monastery, and I realised I was a child that had stolen food from a market; when asked for whom I had stolen it, I realised it was just me as there seemed to be no family. An orphan.
About two or three weeks before the session, I had woken up once morning with three crystal clear words in my head “My Orphan Kind”. I had struggled to understand what on earth this meant, until now.
I escaped the market and was drawn to a place that seemed so much safer, less chaotic, with trees and attractive buildings and this was where I found the monastery, or rather the monastery found me.
Ahead of the session, Sue had asked me to provide questions that I would like answered. In this part of the session, she would ask these questions, and they would be answered by my subconscious. In theory at lease. I struggled with this and I was drifting in and out of consciousness and giving quite uninteresting or conscious answers to my questions. One of my questions was “what am I here to do” and I gave an answer that implied teaching (unexpected) but I was heartened to know that the answer was not “Chartered Surveyor”.
We had been going quite a long time by now and when we were working on my question concerning “why do drum sounds put me on edge?”, I got a vision of another life. A huge man, who looked strangely like the Green Giant Sweetcorn man, was throwing rocks at me. I was on the floor, presumably being stoned to death. It was so brief but so vivid. Conscious of time, having started the session 6 hours earlier due to mutual yacking, Sue sort of did a “well that’s all we’ve got time for in that life” and moved me on to some reiki healing. I was taken aback by how powerful this was. I felt a long line of white light drive its way down my chakras, there was a really clear image in my mind of a downwards facing white arrow. I didn’t realise how much it had affected me until I fell asleep on the train later that afternoon into London. Lets say it also sped up some internal movements too, for a number of days.
She sent me a Whatsapp two days later to say that she received a message the night before that we are all clearing core wounds during this lifetime and that my core wound is shame. The healing I received was at soul level covering at least 3 lifetimes.
It is hard to know if you know, or if your imagination steps in to some extent, but as I write this two months later, the images are so clearly etched that I struggle to believe it is all a figment of my imagination.
The sweetcorn tins in the supermarket will never look the same again.
Starting to see, aged 43 
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