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Past Life Regression III - 5/1/2003

Past Life Regression III 5/1/2003


There is so much to learn on this life journey and from past life journeys to my own evolvement with Spirit. I cannot cover in one blog nor in one journey given the earthly time frame and earthly role and duties I have to fulfill. Here is a continuation of parts of my past life as an Ancient Soul.


I traveled to Atlantis and saw pyramids like ships, people were floating and were not human and became human to experience earthly experiences. As the Crystal Keeper of the Water Assistant and I witnessed advanced levels where giants and I were assigned servant or assistant duties. The Crystal Keeper of Water trusted me so I wanted to become as powerful as the Crystal Keepers who controlled the Elements. My Crystal Keeper controlled the rain and waters. My lover, now husband in present life was named Jay Sun and is on a boat calling me and leaving because the flooding is about to occur and I do not join him as I feel a responsibility to stay until the end. He is my lover. I walk upstairs into a paradise garden where the pyramids are seen and lots of greenery like a forest with fresh rain and large statues of gold and metal are there. The giants wear lots of gold like warrior type women. There are libraries and information about floating things that are large without hard labor. The pyramids were like spacecraft and like a ship that the captains lived on, like the pyramids. Lots of secrets and information in the pyramids. Jay Sun feels like the husband he is always reaching out to me because he feels abandoned. I gained the trust of the Crystal Keeper and knew when she wasn't present and learned by observing her work with the Crystal. I wanted that power too and the Wise Ones (one fell in love with me and influenced the other Wise One) went on the dark side and it was harmless but it was wny Atlantis disappeared because of flooding and people were screaming and dying. My son in this lifetime was Egyptian looking with painted eyes and a sheer golden skirt with shoulder length hair tried to help me move up to the highest points and I went to the very top with my son but it was too late. Water was higher and we both drowned.


Next life is in Ancient Japan where the Emperor ruled. Obiko is my current husband and a warrior Samurai always dressed in black and traveling far for the Emperor. I was his unhappy wife with cultural restrictions and killed myself with 'Hari Kari' style. I was not comforted about the limitations of women...bound feet, flower arrangements, tea ceremonies and playing the Shamisen (stringed instrument) weren't enough to fill the emptiness of my heart when we were apart for very long periods of time. Don't be upset by suicide because the Lord will bring you back to a similar situation until you address is properly.


Hence the next life is in China. I am a Shaman and my husband a Manchurian rebel always riding a horse in the mountainous area. He was a vigilante for the poor and my daughter is our daughter now. Whenever we communicated on a touchy subject; he would not know how to communicate and resolve the problem by mounting his horse and leaving for weeks at a time. Rumors spread in the community about a woman with a child without her husband. I survived by raising my daughter. I was sad but put on a face that was strong because I didn't want the community to affect my daughter and myself. I could only afford rice noodles and bok choy. The reason my daughter doesn't like that at all this lifetime. A family trip to China mended that whole scenario with our family situation of healing and discovering together as family.


Unbelievable to some; but Heaven is life and there everyone is not jealous. Bright beautiful lights are everywhere and everyone is equal and peaceful and serene. It was calming. I am formless but a soul light. I was a musician there and you can be whatever you wish to be in a safe place to visit for a short while until the next soul earth expansion.


I am a Native American Medicine Healer man who wore feathers and was named Hawk. That is why I am gifted hawk feathers from time to time to remind me who I was. I rode a Palomino horse/Peony was also one I trained in male initiations to run on a saddle-less horse and ride. I loved a beautiful girl named Dove. However, she did not love me and married whom her father told her to. Studied and met with Council and Elders and wore buffalo headdress. War was present and one day saw Dove come out of the teepee and was shot by enemy arrows (from her own tribe) front to back. I was not able to protect and save her. I mourned her death and the reason for saving others always in this lifetime.


It was brief next life as Ewantaghponechela - means from the tribe Wantagh ButterflyChild (Native American named girl). I died somehow on Trail of Tears and was taken back and placed in my body to understand I was no longer stuck where I died but Heaven was a domain to be healed and whole again. I would meet my Chief later in real time as a psychic side by side at a psychic fair in a psychic school and try to heal her feet as I worked on her and she recalled her responsibility for the Trail of Tears and inability to save her tribe. I reminded her that those you mention meeting you now to be comforted as the body is temporary and they come to say they are thriving and moving on. Let it go. It was a beautiful day as she said I was one of her tribe and an exchange of comfort and healing.


All these journeys have the possibility of healing and retrieving and releasing the good and bad into a Spirit of Purity and Wisdom through their soul evolution. It is time to celebrate the many graduations to the now and continued progress of our souls. I hope you enjoyed these snippets of past life evolvement with me. Namaste, Aho-Much Love & Peace.



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