An external conversation prompted the following memory.
I was leading a workshop in Groningen. It was on two weekends - Friday evening to Sunday afternoon.
On the first weekend I noticed a nice woman about 30 years old. She loved children but never had any. She was always sad.
So on the first Sunday, at morning tea I was talking with her and had an image. I said, visualise holding a boy about 4 years old. She immediately recognised the boy and burst into tears and wept all that day.
As far as I could tell he was her son in a previous life that she had lost through drowning. I said that and she said she had never learned to swim as she thought the water would not support her.
The following Friday she arrived so cheerful and joyful that I asked her what had happened.
She said that the day after our conversation about the boy, she was in the office at work and a male co-worker walked into the room. She said immediately the room went dark apart from where he was (and he had the same with her) and she recognised him as her lost son.
So the 30 years of grief in this life were unnecessary. The situation was under control
An external conversation prompted the following memory.
I was leading a workshop in Groningen. It was on two weekends - Friday evening to Sunday afternoon.
On the first weekend I noticed a nice woman about 30 years old. She loved children but never had any. She was always sad.
So on the first Sunday, at morning tea I was talking with her and had an image. I said, visualise holding a boy about 4 years old. She immediately recognised the boy and burst into tears and wept all that day.
As far as I could tell he was her son in a previous life that she had lost through drowning. I said that and she said she had never learned to swim as she thought the water would not support her.
The following Friday she arrived so cheerful and joyful that I asked her what had happened.
She said that the day after our conversation about the boy, she was in the office at work and a male co-worker walked into the room. She said immediately the room went dark apart from where he was (and he had the same with her) and she recognised him as her lost son.
So the 30 years of grief in this life were unnecessary. The situation was under control
I will offer another data point.
My relationship with my mum was difficult. It was only the night before she was to be cremated that I found out she had been diagnosed schizophrenic in the 1940s. That part of my family claims that they never knew. A neighbour did but only told me after I brought it up after mums death. Apparently I was ‘never to know’. In my opinion a bit silly as, if I had known, I could have been more understanding and had a better life with mum.
Anyhow, my mum was always a bit jealous of our cats, and got annoyed when I refused to get rid of them if she ever moved in with us. It was a big issue.
Then she died one night in hospital. She wasn’t happy with me and her last words to me weren’t pleasant. But that was, sadly, in her nature, and certain behaviours went back to childhood.
So that was that. I had a life hundreds of miles away.
Now, cats, you need some background. They have always found their way to us, for decades, strays, cats clearly once loved but abandoned, cats with serious trust issues etc. We have given them a second chance at a decent life.
One winter after Mums death, a stray that had clearly been in a serious accident found it’s way to us. Snow on the ground, but we were sure we could not afford another cat, but I decided that it was too cold outside so I let it in (after it literally body slammed the window several times.)
Wishful thinking it may be. But it has both some physical injuries and personality characteristics like my mums. But, though I go about things a differently to Paul (I don’t have his level of insight and skills), I soon realised that my mums soul/spirit was in the cat. We have had a good few years together. I could offer more specific examples that could support this, but safe to say, after mums death, and her jealousy with our cats, I think that she found a way to spend some quality time with us. The Vet tells me (well accurately my wife), that it’s an older cat, which is fairly obvious. So I do wonder if somehow (perhaps during its prior extensive post serious accident Vet treatment?) this clearly once’s loved and for whatever reason abandoned, cat, somehow received my mums soul/spirit. If not, the physical injuries, personality characteristics and general heart level connection are remarkably coincidental.
It might also be worth stating that on a couple of occasions at funerals (though not my mums) I can sense where spirits/souls are looking on at events quite clearly, and can mentally interact with them. For the sceptical I do recognise that all of this could be no more that heighten emotions at times of grief.
Last Edit: Jan 8, 2023 3:37:58 GMT 9.5 by stewartedwards
A Simple Man, who tried and failed to reilluminate this planet.
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Who am I trying to kid for I can’t even resolve family darkness. Whoever is next to step up, please do.
I had a stray cat that would visit regularly. She was completely black apart from a little white on the front of her throat. Some people commented that the cat had a most un-cat-like way of looking at them. I noticed that it would make close eye contact with me for more than 30 seconds without any wavering. Humans don't normally do that. They get uncomfortable.
On one occasion the cat was staring at something non-physical in the hall. I passed my hand back and forth just in front of the cat's eyes but she did not move her gaze in the slightest from what she was watching. The object of attention seemed to be a human out of the body - an uninvited observer that I sent away.
My stray cat was being oppressed by a ginger stray with horrible eyes that used to hang around my place making a most un-cat-like yowling, for up to an hour, night after night. Eventually I realized that ginger cat was possessed, so I depossessed it and immediately it started making ordinary cat noises. It came one more night for a short time and then never again.
Some time later the black cat was put down (not by me) and that night she appeared astrally outside the window of my lounge as an oversized black panther looking in at me. She stayed for a minute or two then disappeared forever.
A couple of weeks later at 6:15 pm, an identical cat scratched on my front door. I saw it and ignored it. The next night, again at 6:15pm the same cat came and scratched on my front door. I opened the door and the cat ran off and never returned.
My black cat always came to the back door. So much for cat reality.
