Past Life Meditation

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I purchased these new crystals so I was excited to work with them.  One of them was a Tibetan Quartz crystal which helps in accessing and remembering past lives.

So I gear up to meditate, I use the Divine Codes for accessing past lives and healing them, and the second I close my eyes, BAM! I feel this big energy vortex.

I wasn’t feeling too hot to begin with because I called in sick at work — major downloads give me the flu — and I couldn’t stay sitting up.  I had to lay down.  And what came to me were images, sort of like a montage. I was slipping in and out of consciousness though until I finally fell asleep, but the images I remember (while conscious) were strange.

I think I was Mary Magdalene in my past life. Either that, or I was her BFF and saw the events happening around her. In any case, it felt like “her”.  It started with a vision of me kneeling by the river. I was wearing a white shroud.  Next, I could feel the pain of being stoned.  Next shot, I was in Christ’s tomb — as in entering and discovering his body wasn’t there.

At that point, slipping in and out of consciousness again, then this time, visions of aliens peering at me, as if I was in a sick bed and doctor’s (aliens though) examining me. One of them spoke and it came across as English and they were explaining that that was why I was made to forget, to have very little memories.

Anyway, this is so bizarre I’m ready to file it under “delusion”. But I shall seek for answers again. Maybe I’m just associating her with my harlot past and now having been “cleansed”.

In the meantime, there are the aliens and the very few memories that they’ve left me with.

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Mistress of MuMu and Maximus ; highly complex Gemini; semi-jaded romantic; purveyor of inane and profound conversation; incessant chocoholic; caffeine-free; mad driver on the road; pheromone questor; control freak; neurotic disguised with calm outer appearance; sufficiently amiable when placid, terrifying when provoked; occasional ditz; sporadic provider of life altering insights; retired poet; provider of mischief as the need arises; patron of destiny advisers; truth-teller (yes, the emperor has no clothes).

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