“You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!
One of the reasons I love this work is that we get to travel - vicariously - visiting far away places and meeting a myriad of life forms. The latest of meet-and-greets included:
'Eena', a female alien that at a lower vibration resembles a reptilian, and at a higher vibration looks like the grey-type beings. She came in after the client went through the death scene and explored the inbetween life state. She provided us with information about client's life - they are from neighboring planets and have similar missions; to assist the Earth - and proceeded to perform a healing on her, moving her hand over areas of the client's body. She asked me to join in and run energy down the client's body, describing in detail how to do this.
Another client, a man in the last throws of his 'dark night of the Soul', experienced life as a female warrior-priestess in Lemuria, Mu deciding on the faith of her tribe as she was choosing a new place for them to live. This was a difficult task as a bad outcome would mean opposing forces in her tribe would be placing blame on her and she would have to kill herself. She had an intimate connection to the Mother-Goddess and described some rituals giving thanks after choosing the advantageous path for her tribe, silencing opposition from some of the tribes people. She and her brother were lead to a crystal cave resembling a womb and a phallus - large pointy crystal in the center - where their energy was needed to generate a large flame/light. He described how her grandmother's spirit had guided them there and how it was normal for these people to just follow these hunches, trusting them and not wondering about the why of it. Her brother - a shaman - channeled her grandmother's spirit who foretold that she would have to step down as leader of the tribe because a great war was coming. The last scene we visited was a battlefield, carnage everywhere. Men had been killed and women and children were gone.
A female client looking into her dislike for bathing and bodies of water, and wanting to know about her connection with her close friend, finds herself to be a Native-American woman, bathing herself, then having to flee on a horse, racing through the forest to stay out of reach of men that are trying to get her. She's hit by a tree branch and thrown off the horse. Her captors cut her baby out of her because he's white, has a Caucasian father. The men doing this to her are family. She dies and her spirit visits the house she lived in, finding her partner inconsolable as he is being told that she had died. In the in-between-life state she notices that her baby is with her and they are being greeted by the close friend from her current life time. She feels she is not able to take care of this child and hands it over to her friend, who loves it. They will incarnate as mother and son. As fate would have it this woman's friend had come to see me a few weeks earlier, describing her past life with her son.
Oh, the Places You'll Go!
Jeroen de Wit