Black football
A week or so ago, I was meditating to remove trapped trauma in the body when I came across a black football-shaped object in my heart. It was heavy and about five cm long by three cm wide, fitting nicely into the palm of my hand. The discovery and removal felt significant and I wondered why I had not seen it before. It did seem to be connected with grief and something I had carried for a very long time. I would even go so far as to call it a treasure, as there was something different about this object, but I was aware it no longer belonged in my body. I had never seen anything like it in all of the people I had worked on in the past.
I thought nothing more of the find until yesterday, when a friend, Penny, rang asking for a long-distance healing. As I was removing debris from her body I saw a similar football-shaped object in her heart and realised it was also connected to grief. I was told it was not the obvious one, as Penny, too, had lost relatives close to her. She phoned afterwards and we discussed what had come up in the healing. I had a further text this morning enquiring more about the grief. Was it connected to something else that was going on in her life? she asked.
As I went in, I was immediately taken back to my monk like where I was burnt at the stake, a lifetime I have never done any work on. I had always assumed no work was necessary because I had died in acceptance and with forgiveness of those responsible for my demise. But the interesting thing here was this was Penny and someone I had associated with that life when I had first met her. I had seen an image of Penny alongside me and two others burning at the stake. Who Is Me? P 158. I had completely forgotten about that connection between us, but upon seeing the same object in each of us and now being taken to that life, I know that is where the connection lies. Sometime after I had received that image of Penny burning alongside me, she also saw herself in a monk life and as I guided her to her final moments, she saw she died a peaceful death. I had always thought that I must have been mistaken in thinking it was her burning alongside me but after what I saw this morning, I now have no doubt that she was one of the three who died with me in that life. Her image of the peaceful ending must have been another monk life for her.
What I have been shown through my past life work is that with anything that needs to be healed from our former lives, we get many examples of the same thing in our current life, allowing us to experience and thus heal the unhealed parts of ourselves. Both Penny and I have suffered more than our share of grief. Removing the football for me felt like I was finally removing the last of the grief in my heart. It makes sense, that this lifetime’s grief was triggered by the grief from the past.
Penny has already meditated to find the meaning for her and has shared there is a need to bring unconditional love to the world. To love in the world, we must first love ourselves.
I have yet to go in for myself and see what this football was for me. It feels like something special that was cultivated in that lifetime but was charred in the fire that took my life. Perhaps it was something to do with my faith in mankind. Whatever the answer, I am sure I will be given it in due time and if I do so, I will write about it in a future blog.