What if...We All Had Past LIves?

Honestly I believe we have all had past lives. Whether they were in the distant past or in a simultaneous past that is currently parallel to our present I cannot say. Can I prove it to you? Probably not if you don't want to believe.

I am definitely drawn to certain places and time periods and find myself writing about these. Not so much from my imagination but more from the heart of me. The words and conversations that I write flow from me like a memory. They can make me smile or make me cry.

I am drawn to the creative arts be it writing, music, dance or art. I believe this has always been the case in my past lives. Recently I had a past life reading done and have been told that this is truly the case! There was more that I was told and it just stunned me and I know it to be true. I am truly amazed and blessed!

Writing

This is a process....
have an idea
make a plan
get information
write a draft
review
write more
review
change
rewrite
edit
edit some more
add more

 

A good work in progress takes time!

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Abundance

I cannot begin to tell you the peace that I have found... new friends that are really old cherished friends...souls from lives long ago...they come to me in different ways...teachers to ease me into my purpose...the chance to be a student awakening to my true self...a heart filled with joy at the smallest of miracles...loved than I could ever imagine... feeling more love than I could have ever thought possible...a heart that is overflowing with love for all...rediscovering my craft and I, graced to have more than one...a wonderful life...chances to share my heart with others...to share my light and give others hope...really what more could I ask for as I am filled with abundance, with love, peace and light but more of the same. 

I am...

 

Work

 

TREES

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone.
They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits wh...o have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves.
Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.
~ Herman Hesse