Pearls of wisdom
When one hears something, not once, nor twice but for the third time, then it is signalling one to take notice.
And so it is for the pearl, with my third connection just now as I sat down to write this blog. It has come up in my inspirational sayings for today. Contentment is a pearl of great price, and whoever procures it, even at the expense of ten thousand desires, makes a wise and happy purchase. This quote is attributed to John Balguy, an English divine and philosopher, who lived from 1686 until 1748.
But that was not my first pearl wisdom for today. When I awoke, I had a strong desire to do a meditation and the one that caught my eye, was unblocking the flow of abundance, by Pura Rasa. In this meditation, I was guided to find my limiting beliefs around abundance and remove them. As I did so, these beliefs changed into pearls. I followed the instructions and placed my pearls inside a shell. The setting was a glorious sunset and as the sun went down, I watched the pearls dissolve into beautiful golden orbs of light.
As I took my morning walk down by the beach this morning, I realised I had other limiting beliefs around abundance, these coming directly from my past lives and more specifically, from one in particular, the life where I was boiled alive in a pot. I had only written about that life yesterday in my blog. The man who had been my boss and was also the woman with whom I had had the affair with from that previous lifetime, had also been the same person (a man in that life) who had boiled me alive. I had put that connection in yesterday’s blog, but removed it during editing, as I thought it might become too confusing to the readers – man, woman, man again, as that African life had not been relevant to the more recent one that I wrote about in that blog. But in the life where I was boiled alive, the man was an African witch doctor and had become jealous when more people started coming to me than to him. In a meditation not so long ago, I saw that in that life, I had owned a goat, and that had become the final straw for him. So right back then, hundreds of years ago, I learnt that being successful resulted in jealousy, which resulted in my death. That life was not the only one where jealousy had caused my death, but the prominent one that was coming to me this morning on my walk.
I wonder now, whether the fact I had yesterday’s dream, wasn’t about talking to this man, but really, about the earlier life that we shared. It was reminding me that I still had more work to do on that life, and that was changing those destructive beliefs.
As I walked along the beach, I removed my belief that success meant jealousy, which meant death, and placed the pearl in my hand and saw it dissolve in the early morning sun rays. I will do more work around this life as I am very aware of the significance of synchronicity with the pearl, now strongly symbolizing my limiting beliefs towards abundance.
Just for what it is worth, I Googled the symbology of the pearl and here are some of the meanings: The pearl represented the journey of the soul or spirit along the path of perfection. In ancient burials, mourners placed pearls in the mouths of the deceased.
The inner glow is thought to tap inner wisdom and nurture love.
A white pearl symbolizes innocence, beauty, sincerity and new beginnings.
There was another connection to the pearls as well. In one of the video games I play, one has to match three items in order for them to disappear. These include every day items such as handbags, cars, balls, leaves and books. But one is a shell, complete with pearl inside. I am sure I will be reminded of my beliefs every time I see these from now on.
I inherited a pearl necklace from my mother and I purchased some pearls once from a woman who made jewelry from them. I think it is time for me to dig these items out of their resting places.