Foot Spas, Blackbirds And Reincarnation

[poliphilo]

1. Ailz acquired a foot spa off Freecycle the other day. We went and picked it up and the man who handed it over at the door called me, "my man" twice in the course of thirty seconds. In the far off and long ago "my man" was how rich men in wind-up motor cars addressed  simple, smock-wearing country folk when they had to stop and ask them for directions. It was patronising to the point of insult. Coming from a scruffy-looking bloke in a council house it presumably has other connotations- but I can't say I liked it much.

I just topped the spa up with nearly-boiling water from the kettle. Ailz seems to be enjoying herself. There are bubbles.

2.The blackbirds who nest in our ivy have successfully raised one brood this summer and are now raising another. This makes me happy. One cannot have too many blackbirds.

3. Michael Newton- author of Journey of Souls-  says we enter into a covenant not to remember past incarnations when our souls return to earth. We have lessons to learn- and it's better we start with a clean slate.  Our responses will be fresher if events surprise us-  and the task will seem more urgent if we don't realise we have lives to burn. Yes-  fair enough-  but to know what I was is to know who I am- and I'm finding it really frustrating to be kept in the dark.

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[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Unusual to have parents/children in same soul groups? I had never heard this. In fact, it comes as a great relief to me, because of my issues with both my parents!

As for guides--I have two stories--one is that after my divorce, with two toddlers and no child support, on my own, I gave my last three dollars for gas, looked into the back seat of the car where my children sat coloring, and felt scared and lonely, and I felt/heard a voice in my head (hard to explain, but clear), saying: "Don't worry. I will always take care of you."

Also, when I went to the psychic who was so gifted--never had seen me, didn't even know my name, as I had at the last second taken another's place, and he didn't know her, either, yet he knew my husband's name, his problems, the number of my children, and certainly all about me, and I was careful to say NOTHING to him, just sat there in front of him (and he mostly looked off to the side to see my aura!)--anyway, he told me there was an Indian man, who looked like Cochise (I have no idea what Cochise looks like)--not that he was that Indian, but that he looked like him, who was nearby me and was my guide/protector.

Who knows? I can absolutely vouch for the truth of the first story--I really did hear those words in my head, quite clearly, although of course they weren't audible in the usual sense.

I tend to discount heavenly intervention, because it seems unfair to those who aren't helped! But I do remember a horrible day on the highway, when I was driving in heavy rain with a friend, and the car hit an oil patch and we went out of control! This was about four years after I heard that voice-in-my-head. Anyway, I remember that, JUST before the car went out of control I had been driving with one hand on the wheel, sort of sleepy in that fugue state of long driving, when, out of nowhere, I thought idly that if a person drives carefully and with full attention, everything will be safe. What an odd thought to come then! So, acting on the thought, I sat up straight, put both hands on the wheel, and sort of woke myself up. And within a few seconds, not minutes, we hit the oil slick.

One can't put on brakes when skidding--it takes the car totally out of control--and it's instinctive; all one can do is steer (again, instinctively) in the direction of the skid and hope to right the car, but Paul's bushings (I learned later what this was called) in his steering mechanism were loose, so that it took more steering than normal to turn his big car, so I was helplessly turning us to and fro--one moment we were aiming at the median, a horrible concrete barrier!--and the next sailing into the right lane (I was stupidly in the left, which in America is the fast and passing lane)!

Finally the car turned COMPLETELY around on the interstate, in the left lane, straightened out, and I was able to at last apply the brakes.

There had been complete silence in the car--except at one moment, when Paul had yelled No! and reached out as if to take the wheel and then made himself stop, because it would have done no good. I'd been grimly silent, completely focused, knowing we were within a split second of hitting someone or turning over...

Looking back, it seems to me that the car felt almost maneuvered into a straightened out position, as if from without, but even discounting that as wishful thinking, the fact is that when we came to a stop, the car was within INCHES of a gulley on our left, and we were entirely on the other side of the road, going the wrong way!

Traffic was stopped. No one moved. They were sitting there--trucks, cars--waiting for us to wreck!

I feel strongly that something told me, just before: Sit up. Wake up. Be ready, and you will be all right.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Alice says she and I are in different groups, but she thinks I may be in the same group as my son Michael.

I reckon we choose our parents for karmic reasons. Sometimes that choice may be governed by our need to have someone to kick against. I think that is probably true in my case.

Newton says parents and children often come from closely allied groups. It's a case of, "Can you lend us someone to be X's parent this time round and we'll repay the favour later."

Those are lovely stories. I don't have anything as graphic to report, but I remember how at the greatest turning point of my life- when I was about to quit the church- I felt somehow safe and protected- and distanced from the actions I was taking. I have never felt so much in control. It was as if I was acting out a script that had been agreed on long before.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

when I was about to quit the church- I felt somehow safe and protected- and distanced from the actions I was taking. I have never felt so much in control. It was as if I was acting out a script that had been agreed on long before.


This statement made me happy to read and somehow offers me credible evidence that we are guided through these very difficult transitions.

I just picked up the book again, and was reading that one person was saying God was the source of all that is selfless (paraphrase)...guess I'll re-read that chapter.

Are there other Maxwell books you particularly recommend? I'll check at the library and try some more. Are most of them case histories like these?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

By Maxwell I assume you mean Newton :)

He's written three books. The second- Destiny of Souls- is mainly case studies. The third- Life Between Lives- is intended as guidance for the hypnotherapist. They're all worth reading.

I like it that he's only written three. Some people would have cashed in on a discovery like this and turned out books by the score. I get the impression he's a retiring sort of a man- focused on his work and in no way a self-publicist.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Whoops, sorry. Yes.

I like it that "he's a retiring sort of a man."

Michael Chriton (can't spell it, but he wrote Jurassic Park) went to many psychics and found that the ones who were really gifted and honest were also the least flamboyant and self-serving; they were, he said, rather quiet and seemed to be feeling their way around images in a very dreamlike way--one, for example, not knowing he had been working with movies and doing daily work with film, was taken aback by images of film reels that she only interpreted visually as "baskets of snakes" and said with some shock: "What sort of business are you in!?"

You would enjoy his book, Travels. It's his autobiography and goes deeply into the psychic life, including a moving account of his encounter with his dead father and how it brought them together and overcame their earlier difficulties.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'd like that book.

My father sent me a message through Alice (as I mentioned earlier. We had a difficult, stand-offish relationship in life- but now I feel we're reconciled.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I remember your mentioning your father and the relationship you had, and I'm very glad to hear he came to you through Alice! Did you write about this elsewhere and I missed it?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

No, I haven't posted about it. It's a little too personal to be stuck up there where anyone might read it.