October Eighteenth, 2023

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I was just doing this past life session with Kimberly, and — this part’s not funny, sorry — it got really painful. We were in a prison cell.

When I do this kind of work, I merge in with the person to feel what’s going on, and she has joint pains and things in her body, so I’m like, “Okay. We’ve ? ? inner child stuff, let’s look at a past life.”

Right away I see her handcuffed, shackled, dying in a prison cell. I’ve had a life like that before, so I recognized the feeling.

Then I asked her, “Do you have that thing where when you watch home improvement shows and people use concrete for counter tops or walls, it just feels wrong?” She said, “Yeah, it looks pretty but it feels like a jail cell.” I was like, “Exactly. I can feel the cold stone down your spine right now.” And she goes, “Oh my god, me too.”

I told her, “Yeah, I can not do concrete. I have been locked up too many times.”

So we’re like, “Alright, take me to before you got locked up.” She goes there — before the jail cell — and we both see it: she’s on a wagon, like a paddy wagon, heading toward the jail. Some old European town. I was like, “Okay, that gives us time and place, but why did that happen?”

We go to the earliest point we can heal, and it’s little-them — still a guy in that life. We do a house cleanse healing, then jump forward to around age 18–20. There is this woman, bedridden beside him. I asked, “Kimberly, does this feel like a sister, mom, or lover?” And she goes, “Lover.” I got that too.

So we figure — she is sick, he probably did something sketchy like stealing medicine, and that is how he ended up in prison. So we start healing that version of her, and suddenly everything shifts. We’re standing in a field.

She’s like, “Am I a field hand?” And I’m like, “You are, but this is not farmland. This is a battlefield.” I can feel people down the lines, flags waving. So she calls in the war and battle healings, protection healings, all the things. Everyone on that field was looking to her (as him) for direction.

We heal all that up, and now she’s walking through town in that same life. I am like, “Wait, where did that chick go?”

We check in — and turns out she left him. Like, romantically left him. We just sat there thinking "that fucking bitch."

She got better. Her infection went away. She did not even know it was because he had risked everything for her. In one timeline he stole medicine for her and died in prison, and in another he went to war for her. And that woman healed and left his ass.

What a c. u. next Tuesday.

No, really. What a Cunt.

We were both just sitting there, half laughing, half stunned. Like, damn. That might come up again later in her healing journey, but whew. What a Bitch.

Okay, i just wanted to share.

Okay bye.