pieces

A few weeks ago I went to the healer's session and my favorite healer was there. I sometimes do not trust the inner world to the harsh realities of the outer.  This is the case with this healer.  If I am in the same room as her; I cannot tune her out.  There is something about her that is not of this time, and it links to me.  It draws me close and whispers in my ears - "we know each other." Upon meeting this healer, I was convinced that we have a history not of this lifetime. Interestingly, I can point to an actress that many years ago, I felt a similar affinity to; and they bear a striking physical similarity.   Oddly, I feel that the affinity to the actress was actually to this healer: she provided the look that allowed me to recognise this spirit when I met her. And yet....I have not spoken of this to her.  I do not wish to stalk her, or seek her out or even include her more in my life; it is enough that we have met and I know that this kind of resonance exists.  Further, I do not yet trust that my inner world is understandable to acquaintenaces of the outerworld - even the healer. There is something very reassuring about being alone......


This reminds me of a dear friend from 20+ years ago.  On a trip to the (then) Soviet Union, we were walking along a street in (then) Leningrad, and appropos of nothing, held hands. At that moment I was convinced she had been my sister in a previous life.  That conviction remained, and despite having lost touch in the intervening years, my fondness for her is undiminished.  The time together was sufficient, even if a subsequent meeting should or does not occur. And more - I found two daughters in recent years (although I told one she was a sister, and the other that we were sages for each other  - ...somehow I do not want to elevate myself; and yes, I do not trust my inner world enough, as yet).  Both of them at my workplace, one in years past, one of more recent appearance. She who has left,  wrote a wonderful book entitled Becoming Sarah - which I recommend.  The other has had more of a struggle in this life than I - but has a gift in generating pathos; and leaving a trace of good humour and concern that I seem to lack. Intriguingly, we teach each other, but I suspect she does not know she teaches.  Change will be coming soon enough for both of us.  

What is it about such connections?  Are there pieces of us that continue from one life to another?  Do we have the capacity to seek each other, and find each other using sences not even recognised by the outer world? So little empricial evidence, but all I can say is yes.


So, three weeks ago my healer did a session for me.  I spent 40 minutes in a chair, on a cloud, having the dust of the ages brushed off my soul. It was one of the most extrordinary periods of time in my life.  I spent two weeks wondering what hit me.  When I finally spoke of this, to the daughter at work, we came to the statement that in brushing of the dust, perhaps a piece of myself had become dislodged. I suggested this might not have been a bad thing .  Another week having passed; I finally went back to the healers and had another session.  My healer was in the room, and in my consciousness, but another healer did my session.  With the calmness brought on by channeled energy, I realise that a piece of me was not lost.  Pieces of me were found, underneath the dust. It is to me however to allow them to shine.  This will take time, but more, it will take faith.  Faith that my inner world might just have more bridges to the outer world than I have yet built.


I seem to have collected a mother, a sister and two daughters, if only in passing.  Where are the men? Am I getting stuck on the outer manifestations?  Note to self: brush off more dust - time to accept more through the inner sences.