Past Lives? -John R

[Guest guest]

Thank you John R. for your wisdom:  You wrote:

 

With regard to reincarnation, I've heard a view expressed that the number of

(self-indulgent? ) lives experienced can grow disproportionately high to the

number of " service " -dedicated lives that we've had, and that when these tallies

get out of kilter, a more immediate karma is felt within each successive life

until the balance is restored (or the full circle of life-purpose becomes

complete). I can't comment on this from experience but I do think that the

adoption of the lifestyle changes listed in the Safeties can soften the force of

a kundalini awakening that otherwise might have a fairly seismic karmic

component. Love - John R.

 

Upon reading your words - a rush of knowingness and then tears came to me.  It

was a new piece of the ever completing puzzle for me.  " ..a fairly seismic

karmic component.. "   Possibly this life was a part of the balancing process. 

Even at a young age (6) I was drawn to this knowledge in a fairly tale.  A

gentle voice told me.

 

My K awakened when I was a young adult and unaware. Gasp! It was over thirty

years ago and things were quite different then.  No one talked about the energy

and the " how did you know that " aspect of my life.  I had some of the other

" bells and whistles " that come but the most powerful and profound aspect of the

K awakening was the " honor, truth and integrity " devotion.  As my life unfolded

- or should I say EXPLODED....my dedication to The Truth ( which I call God) was

my rudder.  It seems that I had some karmic debt to pay.  Everything was

shaken-ed and removed.  A real old testament " JOB " story.  Somehow I knew that

" all was good " .

 

This is the fairy tale that I remember vividly from my childhood.  The Girl that

Trod on the Loaf.  Simply-----a girl was sent to deliver a loaf of bread to a

poor family.  She was beautiful and had many fine things.  As she was going to

the poor family, she came to a muddy stream.  Not wanting to get her shoes dirty

and not caring about the poor family - she put the bread in the stream so she

could step on it.  When were shoe touched the loaf, it stuck - and she sank into

the Bog (?) of the Underworld.  There she became hollow and remained stuck on

the load until someone thought loving and forgiving thoughts of her.  When this

finally happened - the girl became transformed into a little brown bird.  This

bird took nothing for itself and gave all scraps of bread to others until she

had given the loaf back in service.  Then in joy - she flew up unto the Sun.

 

What profound knowledge this contained.  On some level - I knew a balancing was

taking place and I am willing and grateful for it.

 

I bow and surrender to the balance and completion of my Whole Self.  I pray that

the full circle of life purpose become complete.  I am dedicated to the safeties

as my life's expression.  Always Love - Helen

 

 

PS - after reviewing this - it is so hard to press the send button.  I am

definitely one of 's Caterpillars trying to wiggle.  thank you John and

all - I had to write this for myself.  /Thank you for reading it.  Love Helen

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

Thanks Helen, your post was very touching, flowing with so much humility and

surrender. It sounds as if your life story thus far, reflects the journey of

" the little brown bird that flew into the sun " all those years ago - now

emerging as the glistening seagull beautifully described at the end of your

fairy story. Love - John.

 

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Helen wrote:

 

" ....Even at a young age (6) I was drawn to ... a fairy tale.  The Girl that

Trod on the Loaf. ....a girl was sent to deliver a loaf of bread to a poor

family. She was beautiful and had many fine things. As she was going to the

poor family, she came to a muddy stream. Not wanting to get her shoes dirty and

not caring about the poor family - she put the bread in the stream so she could

step on it. When were shoe touched the loaf, it stuck - and she sank into the

Bog of the Underworld. There she became hollow and remained stuck on the load

until someone thought loving and forgiving thoughts of her. When this finally

happened - the girl became transformed into a little brown bird. This bird took

nothing for itself and gave all scraps of bread to others until she had given

the loaf back in service. Then in joy - she flew up unto the Sun...... I bow

and surrender to the balance and completion of my Whole Self. I pray that the

full circle of life purpose become complete. I am dedicated to the safeties as

my life's expression. "