Early in my Spiritual journey I didn’t care much about past lives or reincarnation.
I knew these concepts were fundamental Spiritual principles,
but apart from idle curiosity I really had no interest in them. I simply didn’t see any reason to give it much attention.
That was soon to change.
Shortly, I started to have a series of strange dreams. Several were about ancient Egypt. In another I saw a Celtic burial mound – and I knew had been buried there. Other dreams followed – a Chinese soldier – native American Indians – Ancient Rome and Greece. And more. Initially I merely dismissed them as unusual dream symbols. But eventually I started to notice that in many instances these dreams related to things that I was going through in my present life. They answered a lot of my questions. Questions about relationships, health, interests, talents and knowledge – many aspects of my life. I was forced to pay attention because the information was often useful and important.
Finally I read that we reincarnate as both man or woman. I challenged this because in all my past life recollections I had been a man. A male.
But somebody was listening.
I was soon shown a past life where I was a Mayan woman. This was shocking enough in itself, but I was also pregnant! Incredible! Try that one on. As I stood there in my humble hut, I saw temples in the background. Chichen Itza? (Would I be surprised?) Then I looked into the fire and saw the face of a Spiritual Master. Quetzalcoatl!??
I really don’t know? But that would make some sense to me.
We’ve been around a hell of a long time.
Ixchel – Mayan Goddess of love, pregnancy, childbirth, medicine, healing, weaving and domestic art
Apology for not posting anything recently. Of course, I was in Mexico for a week. But I’ve also been sick – and working. I caught a Cold in Mexico (believe it or not). We got trapped in a torrential tropical downpour while on a shopping excursion in Playa Del Carmen. We neglected to bring the umbrella that we saw in our hotel room. An umbrella is a handy tool down here for fending off sun and rain – which can be abundant. Getting soaked was kind of fun really. I wasn’t cold at all. But I got a Cold from it anyhow. Not enough to ruin the holiday, but that’s where it started. Eventually, on the last day it started to get worse and this was combined with some Heat Stroke – and then food poisoning from a kiosk at the airport. So I was pretty sick on the the 5 hour flight back. After we got to Calgary I got over the Heat Stroke and food poisoning pretty quickly. But the cold has gotten worse and I’m taking a few Cold meds to get by. So I haven’t been up to doing much on the blog. Strangely, a couple of years ago, Rose and I both got food poisoning on our last day in Punta Cana, Santa Domingo too. We figure it was from the water we got careless with – brushing our teeth. On that trip it took 14 hours to get home. Sick all the way. In both instances though, the holiday wasn’t ruined because it happened at the end. If it had happened at the beginning that would have been a different story. Travelling from Canada to these tropical countries can have these kind of experiences. Combined with a big altitude change you are going from -20 F to 85 F or more. That’s over 100 degrees temperature difference. Be forewarned. And be careful.