My ride through the Tsunami
December 8, 2016
It’s one thing to talk about gravitational tsunamis on a global level. It’s another to watch them in your own life. My own tsunami coincided with coloring my hair ox-blood and turquoise, having a past-life-regression that is still knocking the socks off of me (and a secondary set of memories that add to the story of that regression), and 2 weeks before the election going airborne in my car at about 45MPH and stunning my spinal column when the car hit earth again. I was still dealing with intense back spasms on election nite. To me, all these things turned my world upside down–the election was, for me, just one more literally unbelievable thing.
I’ve been debating for a while whether to share this past-life memory publicly. I’m still not sure of the answer. I’ve had literally dozens of past-life memories of much depth and complexity over my life, without the aid of hypnotherapy. I don’t think I could have accessed this level of memory without the skill of hypnotherapist Lynne Benton, who studied with the late Delores Cannon.
Apparently, historically (but what the h*ll do I know what’s true anymore) there is evidence that the Essene Masters, aware that there would be a teacher for the new age–the Piscean age–were hedging their bets by selecting a handful of boys for a century or so before The Christ, and training them with esoteric knowledge they considered basic.
It seems that I was one of those boys (or my multi-dimensional-self participates in that role). What was interesting is how my personality didn’t fit the role in many ways–nor did it fit me in this life. It seemed like my body-form had an immense ability to handle physical energy–and when they took me I was furious. I wanted to spend all my days running in the hills just for the pounding joy of the run. They confined me in small spaces where my body literally ached to run. They didn’t explain anything to me–they made me copy symbols thousands and thousands of times over days, months, years. As a man I realized that copying those symbols prepared my body and injected me with great pools of energy that were “like food and water” for the people who came to see me.
I didn’t have a spiritual or intellectual mind–nor even a verbally articulate mind. I carried energy and knew this is what the people needed. Later I wept rivers of tears when I realized that I’d created a political situation that generated hate between the authorities and the people. I had hoped to bring good to anyone who wanted to receive it and had no idea that a new hate would follow me. If you are interested in this session, I have transcribed the session and will share privately. Just email me here and ask for the transcript.