Experiencing a Parallel Lifetime
A personal story of parallel lifetime affecting my current health, but bringing with it a famous comedian.
About nine years ago, I was sitting with my former husband at our dining room table talking with someone. I was in a relaxed position with my knee resting against the table. As I stood, I realized my back had gone completely out of alignment and was immediately affecting my ability to literally stand up straight. I could hardly move. I hobbled upstairs to our bedroom so I could stretch and work on myself and get my back in alignment. I wasn’t worried as I was/am really good at this so I began my healing. Nothing happened. My back didn’t improve. I thought okay, what now? I relaxed and rethought how to go about things and worked again on realigning my vertebrae. A little improvement. “Whew! Okay, I’m able to work through this,” I thought.
I went back downstairs with limited ability and restricted mobility. I thought “Okay, it will take the muscles a while to relax and move back into place. Not to worry.” Needless to say, this actually went on for several weeks before I was able to discern the problem and be back to my healthy normal self. What turned it around was my continual search for new answers as to why I wasn’t healing.
I continued exploring and asking questions of the Universe as to what exactly was holding back my progress. The questions led to more questions as the answers still did not materialize. After much consternation and diligence I found the reason. I literally was having a ‘bleed-through’ from another lifetime that was affecting my health in this aspect of reality. Once I discovered the link, I then followed the ‘light’ out into the time-space continuum and found the location. I was a slave.
Where I found myself observing the scene was in the deep South prior to the Civil War. I was observing myself as a slave; a large six foot tall, muscular brute of a black man, being bathed, sung over, cared for by a very petite, small boned bird-like African woman, recently arrived from the slave ship. She had been taught by her father how to heal in Africa.
In my mind’s eye I could see the story of how he (I) arrived at being in this backwoods shack being cared for by this small, albeit strong, waif. I (he ) was an extremely proud and strong man, big of hands and heart. I had been born into slavery, yet knew there were better things beyond the borders of the plantation. He (I) was being sought after by the ‘Master’s’ daughter who did everything she could to create problems for her daddy as she had everything she ever wanted and was bored beyond herself. She found ‘Big John’ to be mysterious, animalistic, attractive and something to play with for amusement. She created every diversion to distract him, create jobs, anything to have the attention. She was the cat; he was her mouse.
Being the slave, you are not a person, but a thing; something to toy with, order, treat with disdain, contempt and hate. You also have no opinions or thoughts or ability to say yes or no in the eyes of the owner. Our young daughter knew this; the possibilities of great ‘sin’ her target, her father’s attention the final victory. She cornered Big John and openly engaged him in sexual (mis)conduct, though in the strictest sense was fairly innocent in outcome. Someone saw them as she had planned; word reached her father. He flipped a switch literally, as he had Big John tied and flogged with a whip and beaten with a wooden beam, wanting to break his spirit. (A side-arm of this story is the owner/master was intimidated by John’s masculinity, strength, his gentleness as he did not have these attributes within himself, thereby envying and hating John’s innate goodness. Envy wants to destroy what it does not possess).The daughter who brought this upon John watched from the window of the mansion horrified by her father’s extreme actions. It was a turning point in her life for the good.
John however was badly injured and in extreme pain from having his lower back nearly broken, his skin lashed and torn and his wrists seething with pain from open raw bleeding rope-burns. He was tossed to his fellow slaves to aid in his recovery. They carried him to a small shanty deep in the woods; he was slowly being nursed back to life by Violet (named for her love of the color) a newly arrived healer whom had witnessed the atrocity.
This is where I found them, in the small cubicle with her singing prayers and incantations over John, rattling her shakers and bones, gently wiping his pain away. I was like a light in the corner of the room. She became aware of my presence. The two of us began to work in tandem harmony on John’s back, muscles, and skin. I could feel the progress and change within his(my) body, in that lifetime and in the current one. I then knew I had found the reason my back had not been able to heal. I had to heal another aspect of myself before I could move forward.
This can also be analogous to healing various aspects of our psyche before we are able to be healthy and well. We need to ferret out old patterns of belief and habit and let them go to be our fully actualized authentic self. We need to do the work consciously for this to happen and to be engaged in the process. I realized I had to experience that particular element for me to understand the bigger realities in which we operate. To understand that ‘bleed-throughs’ can affect us on many levels is something worthwhile to categorize and file away. When what appears to be random and senseless events, it might be advantageous exploring alternative views from a broader perspective enabling a positive shift in direction. A bleed-through might not be the cause, but it could be something to ponder as you move through your list of possible challenging reasons for set-back. (I actually have a scar on my lip that materialized one day from another bleed-through experience.)
There are two more vital pieces to this story. The first one being, John and Violet became lovers and eventually husband and wife and gained their freedom. Due to Violet’s beauty and John’s tenacity of character, the ‘master/owner’ took selected pride in making Vi his mistress for his weak and pathetic pleasure. It didn’t weaken their love for one another; in fact it strengthened their resolve and commitment to their relationship. When they were finally reunited they escaped during the last of the War and moved westward. Though their journey was hard and treacherous at times, their continued love coupled with their inner courage and survival skills, kept them together for years.
The last and most exciting element to this tale is this. In May of 2009 I went to Knoxville TN for a spiritual fair. It was set in a comedy club; the atmosphere was quite vibrant, the walls alive with laughter. I was fortunate enough to meet three outstanding comedians and spend time with each. Two came to my lecture. That was cool. The biggest piece though is in meeting Spanky Brown ( www.spankybrown.com ) We just connected!! He is a large, athletic black man with the kindest face and gentle manner, a smile contagiously open and a heart as big as Alaska and Texas combined. I just had to be with him and near him. We connected from the first day. Initially I didn’t even ‘go there’ in discovering our location on the ‘lifetime map’ instead enjoying the instant report’. |
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One night at dinner with several other psychics I told this tale of my bleed-through life as I had finally pulled the pieces together. I realized Spanky Brown was my healer; he was Vi. I had been the large black man, and he had been the diminutive female healer. Our roles were reversed. I have to comment that Spanky is a healer once again, sharing laughter and humor spreading healing to all who hear. What was awesome was the other intuitives received that rush of truthful recognition in the story validating my feelings. The Universe brought Big John and Violet together again.
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It is my feeling that all souls at one time or many in the course of lifetimes, have experienced slavery. It is not a loving aspect of humanity. It is my belief for slavery to totally end, we must let the past go, move beyond blame and victimhood and step into the vital pieces within each of our hearts. Holding onto our un-glorious past keeps us stuck in the patterns that created them in the first place. We all recognize slavery is evil or rather the lack of love. This is not rocket science. In that knowing and prescience we have the ability to shape the present and change the future. With mass conviction of spirit we will no longer allow these atrocities to take form. It is only with ‘critical mass’ thinking and action will this take place. Reach inside yourself and recognize what part of you is still stuck in bondage of behavior and emotions. We are only a reflection of the whole. |
Angie Wilder
Portland, Oregon