Stop Pretending

Last night I went to a past-life regression MeetUp. I didn’t intend to, I thought it was a hypnotherapists reunion at my old school, but once I was there it seemed like a good idea, so I went with it.

I met some new people, and ran into a client, even though it was a town 40 miles away. Things like that happen, I suppose. We live in a relatively small spiritual community. Funny how it is, this valley has hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of other people, but the number that are interested and actively inquiring into the mind, consciousness and spirituality is pretty small. I tend to run into the same people, even in different towns. Maybe that means that my group of friends and acquaintances is finally growing.

My experience was a bit confused and scattered, but I think I got something useful out of it. The leader tasked us to find an intension for the evening. What immediately came to mind was finding a place to live, where should I go? And the one word that summed it up was “home.” So, that’s what I went with.

After the induction, my first impression was of black boots. Clean black boots with no cuts or scrapes. That evolved into a female, tall and strong, and not human: sort of a cat hybrid. She was mostly human looking, but her face had cat-like proportions. She was standing, alone, in a field of thigh-high dried grass, golden in color, surrounded by dark trees. The sky was cloudless, the ground was hard and dry, and the sun was bright and hot. She was doing some kind of ritual dance or practicing some form of martial arts. Her movements were smooth, precise and controlled: “Arm here, hand there, and foot just so.”

I really couldn’t tell what she was wearing. It seemed like there were fringes and flowing stuff, but it seemed transparent. There was something tied around her calfs, like a fringe with some kind of metal parts the jingled slightly as she moved. She might have been carrying some kind of stick, but I’m not sure. “Mr. black boots” was somehow meshed into this picture. He was dressed all in black, with a hat, like an old West gunfighter. He wasn’t there, but perhaps he was in her thoughts, someone she wanted to impress or was worried about.

Moving forward, I found myself on the ground, laying on my side in the grass, and I was now a black panther, well, a big cat, anyway. I got up, started running, and quickly found myself in a heavy forest or jungle, running up a branch of a large tree. It was really cool because I had claws and didn’t have to worry about slipping. I just dug them in and ran on up. I soon reached the center of the tree and a nest, of sorts. The place seemed warm and brighter than the surrounding area, and there was another cat there. She was just an impression: she seemed smaller and kept her distance.

Right about then I got the impression of glass, big glass windows. Then the camera zoomed back and I could see that the cats in the tree were being watched by the cat-people. They were sitting in a futuristic room with large windows or screens, in chairs the were large and comfortable. Me, the cat, was getting confused at this point, I knew I was being watched, but I was also getting a lot of impressions and feelings that I couldn’t sort out and make sense out of.

In the next scene, I was or watched, (it’s really not clear) the same, or another black cat climbing up. He climbed up into the clouds, higher and higher until he could sit down and watch the cat in the tree and the cat-people in their viewing room. Soon he was joined by a being. This being was all white and could hardly be distinguished from the white-cloud background. They proceeded to have an animated conversation where they discussed what was happening below, in a very dispassionate manor. I have no idea what they said, but the cat had very human mannerisms.

When it came time for the death scene, I saw the cat-woman, lying on her back in a bed, in the same viewing room where the watcher had been before. The chairs were gone. The bed was angled up so she could see out the windows. The room was otherwise empty, but there were people in an adjacent room that I could see through an open door. The cat and the being were still watching from above. When the cat woman died, her spirit rose up and tried to reach the clouds, but couldn’t quite make it, like she hit a flexible barrier. But she was actually held down by the things she couldn’t let go of: hate, mostly. She hated perfection. The perfection she hunted all her life, the perfection she could never achieve. That obsession tied her to this plane and she was drawn back down to incarnate again. This time, hopefully, to learn her lesson.

When I asked about the meaning or purpose of what I saw, I got “Stop pretending to not know. Stop pretending to be stupid. Stop pretending to not remember. Stop pretending to not understand.”

I’m still pondering what this all means to me. Still sorting out my impressions from the experience, and the things that I couldn’t make sense of at the time. And I’m going to meditate, a lot, on “pretending to be stupid and not understand.” I don’t know what I’ll find, but it’s nice to have a new direction.

Life as Energy Being

Yesterday I did my fourth session with a client. She’s mid 50’s with grown children. Some suicidal tendencies and strong feeling of “something missing.”

This was her fourth session:
#1 PL, No SC
#2 PL, Very limited access to SC
#3 PL, SC, but not around health issues

Using the keyword, she was a bodiless entity, floating in a foggy place, looking at a large, rectangular structure made of glass and metal. After a bit she saw a hot-air balloon. When I asked her to move forward, she jumped into a PL.

She was a young woman, standing in a train station, mid 1800’s. She was caring an umbrella and a small suitcase. She was waiting for something, maybe the next train, and was very excited to be going someplace. I asked her to go home, and she saw a small cottage in the country. When I ask he to go inside, she jumped back to train station. The next thing that happened was a lot of black smoke and screaming. Then everything went gray.

My intuition said to move her forward, instead, she jumped into another PL.

This time she was a boy, about 15, in cowboy boots and jeans. She was with a horse on a rolling, grassy plain that felt “midwestern.” She was running away from home, “they wouldn’t treat him as an adult.” Next, she was riding in the dark, in a lightning storm. The found herself in a river. It was still dark and she drowned.

Back to looking at the rectangular structure. This time she saw glowing lights inside. She went inside and found a culture of energy beings. This was her home. The beings would go “elsewhere” to have experiences and then return, having learned lessons. When the lessons are complete they become elders and help teach the young to be “complete.” She was struggling. She had been on many, many lives and was not learning her lessons. She was very frustrated, “If they just tell me what I was missing, I wouldn’t have to keep doing this over and over, hundreds of times.” She just couldn’t figure out what they expected of her, but she was required to do it on her own. The client started to cry at this point.

Purpose of past lives involved adventure and danger going hand in hand. Client is still seeking adventure. Life as energy being was for “Hope, that success was possible,” “Struggling to find the answers.”

Purpose: Completion of the mission. Mission? “I don’t know, they won’t say. I have to find it on my own.”

The SC came through but CM would not get out of the way, most of the time. Mostly about how the stress and lack of control in her life was due to the “missing piece” that she was supposed to find, the lesson she needed to learn. All her health issues are related to that. The Advice was to “listen, listen to her heart.” “Her path was wrong. She doesn’t know what the path should be.” “Many possible answers, she needs to pick one.” Client is blocked by fear of failure, of having to “come around again and again, too many times.” The client is crying at this point.

In the after talk, she cried, deeply, about about being a failure because she hadn’t figured it out, again. She was going to have to go around again. She had already done this thousands of times and always got stuck in the same place.

This is a big step forward, the she was finally confronting some real issues. I have known her for may years and she has always avoided going too deep and acknowledging what was really going on with her.