By: Paula Bianchi –
The room quickly filled with people returning from lunch. Dick announces it’s time for a past life meditation. Here we go again. I was more than open to the opportunity to experience one, but my guide has always denied me. This was the one meditation that I practically knew by heart. Well this one and the Automatic Writing one as well.
I sat back and listened to Dick count us down as he led us deeper into our subconscious. I faithfully followed all the instructions, and I called in my guide who tells me I can’t explore a past life. Instead of getting mad this time, I just went with the flow and started questioning my guide as to why I was being denied the opportunity to explore my past lives. She very clearly explained to me that remembering any of them could hinder my purpose in my current life time. At least I finally had an answer as to why I wasn’t ‘allowed’ to see any past lives.
When we opened our eyes, I looked at Alan. He had a big grin on his face. I knew it! He remembered a past life. I was so envious. He told me when Dick said to look down at his feet to see what type of shoes he was wearing; he saw moccasins on his feet. As his gaze followed up his legs, he could see he was wearing animal hide pants. Looking at his chest, he noticed it was bare and he could see he had a necklace on. He could feel his long black hair brushing against his chest and arms with the breeze. He knew he was an Indian. At the point in the meditation where Dick asks what year it is, he felt it was the early 1800’s. He was in awe.
Everyone was sharing their experience with each other as they mingled around the room. Once we all quieted down, it was time for the last meditation with Tara. She guided us through a Vision Quest meditation. I loved this one because she tells us to create our own sacred space and decorate to your liking. This will be a space for you to return to whenever you need to recharge and have some alone time.
After we finished the last meditation for the day, I was starving. Alan and I drove to a different restaurant and talked about our day. It made me happy that Alan was enjoying himself and now he understood what I’d been into all these years. Aww, he’s a weird chick like me. We returned to our room and retired for the night.
Early the next morning, we were up and ready to eat. We decided to eat in the hotel again, and this time the Sutphens were already seated at a table when we sat down at ours. We ate and left before they were finished and wandered over towards the door to the meeting room to wait.
Luckily, there was a restroom close by, so I quickly took advantage of my opportunity. A few moments after I rejoined Alan, I noticed Tara going into the restroom. I turned to my husband and mentioned I wanted to go in there and ask her about the broken life line on my hand and what it meant because I knew, from her newsletters, that she was into palmistry. He kept nudging me towards the door, but I was feeling too embarrassed to go in. Then, I don’t know what got into me, but I went in.
Tara had just grabbed a towel to dry her hands when I walked in. I was very nervous, but I heard myself asking her if she would mind telling me what my broken life line meant. She was very gracious and had no problem taking a look. She looked at my palm for a moment or two, then, she looked me straight in the eye and asked if I suffered from low self-esteem or any insecurities. I said I do. (That answer was definitely an understatement. I suffered from both my whole life.) She told me if I stopped wearing my pinky ring, I would feel so much better. I pointed out my life line again and mentioned how I was afraid it meant I was going to have a near-death experience.
She lifted up my left hand as well, so now she was looking at both hands. She looked at me and said I had nothing to worry about because she didn’t see that happening, then she remarked that she felt I was going to have a long life despite the length of my life line. I thanked her very much, and followed her out of the restroom. Alan took my hand and squeezed it tight. He knew how hard it was for me to do that, and he told me how proud he was of me for going out of my comfort zone. He’s always been my biggest supporter.
We filed into the room, with everyone else, and took our seats. The morning was filled with more meditations and discussions about what we saw or experienced. The lunch break seemed to come quickly. We decide to eat in the hotel again. There was a line to wait in to get a table, but it moved quickly. We finished as fast as we could so someone else could have our table.
It was too early to go back in the meeting room, so Alan and I were looking around the hotel. I don’t know what got into to us because we suddenly felt like high school kids again. We were giggling and joking with each other. As we were walking in the lobby, we saw Tara and her family getting on the elevator. Alan grabs my hand and pulls me to the stairs, teasing me by saying he was going to use his psychic powers to guess which floor they’re going to.
We ran up the first flight, but he kept on going. We ran up the second flight and started giggling. He hesitated, then took hold of me again, while we ran up one more flight and popped out of the stairwell. We startled them just as they were getting off the elevator. I was so surprised that Alan was right because he could have taken me up one more floor, but he chose that one. We just giggled and waved at them, then turned around and went back down the way we came.
At the end of the seminar, we said our goodbyes to the older couple and others who had sat with us. It seemed like I had done more at the Sedona seminar than this one, but I had a blast with my hubby. I was grateful he had a good time, and it seemed like he had a better understanding of what makes me tick. Now he watches all my ghost shows with me, although, he can only take so much. The skeptic in him will still come out.
This was the last psychic seminar I attended. Was I disappointed that I didn’t recall a past life? You betcha! Only this time, I walked away with a deeper understanding as to why I can’t have one, which helped me let it go. For now. At some point in my life, I will try again. When I do, you can count on me sharing it with you.
In my next mind games article, I’ve decided to write a series of articles about the different kinds of people we have to deal with every day. Hope you’ll come back for a read. Thanks for the visit. Bye for now.
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