I’m reading this incredible book lately. The journey of souls. It’s a book about heaven and all the things that happens when we end our life here. It’s the first book I read that brought shivers to my spine because it felt right throughout me.
I had a reading lately. I have them once in a while because I see so much myself that I feel good validating what I see and also to talk to someone who is on the same level of spirituality. I have talked with Eva for about 7 years now, who I wrote about in my book. She is my family now and probably the only person in the world who knows me for me. She knows all my secrets, passions and dreams. It’s scary sometimes but also very comfortable.
This time I had a reading from a guy from England. I got him recommended by a dear friend of mine. Since I’m starting medium school in the fall I though it would be a good idea to talk to another medium to learn a different ways of reading people.
To my surprise he was really good. He literally told me about my whole childhood. I always get amazed when I meet a really good medium. My mother told me to follow my passion for music, not necessarily for a living but at least let it be a big part of me. But spirituality would be my life. She said the hardship is now over and done with. My father came to tell me he was sorry for leaving me but vowed to always be here. Later he whispered to me that we have eternity together. That means that we are in the same soul group.
I also had a past life reading because I see so much in my meditation that I craved help to puzzle out my images. But before I tell you about that I will tell a little story about my last trip to Paris. My husband and I had a long weekend to ourself last year to France. It felt wonderful to be back. I hadn’t been there since I was way younger with my grandmother. The opportunity to go to Moulin Rough with my grandmother was limited so I went with my husband last year. As I walk in on the red carpet, I looked around at the beautiful decor of gold, velvet chairs and vintage posters. I knew I had been at this place before. My husband pulled out my chair for me and I sat down as the waiter came to pour champagne into my tall glass. I was excited. I was more then excited, I felt at home. Like one of those moment when you know you are at the right place at the right time. Then the curtains swept away from the stage and the girls entered the stage. Skinny girls, model girls. Nothing womanly about them. No voluptuous paris babes. The show was so different then what I “remembered”. I was so disappointed. Then out of nowhere I hear a voice say “Well, it’s not the same since last time you where here.”
So during my past life reading I was told that I was Pierre Outin. Who was a french painter and lived his life in Paris. He ran after women and never settled down. Loved his wine and freedom. Spent nights going to Moulin Rough and going on with his undisciplined lifestyle.
Because of his way of living, I choose a very disciplined life in this lifetime. Where I would have to work hard to get what I want. To balance out my karma.
Through meditation I see him in me. I learn from him and I hear his stories that are mine.
It makes my life so much more meaningful and I have a whole new respect for it. I wouldn’t throw any chance away to make it great. Life is supposed to be just that, great. As a big bonus I found his/my art on ebay and its now on its way to me. So I can enjoy it again. Funny how I recognised the painting, thought in this lifetime I have never seen it.
Ah, how I love a full circle moment.