May Nineteenth, 2025

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Quick story time as a past life healer. So I was working with Tenise today, and we were trying to figure out her five-year-old’s connection to knives. They’ve kind of had an obsession with them. And Tenise was like, “I bet their life ended in a knife fight or something.” And I was like, okay, well, let’s go find out.

So we asked permission if we could see, and we went in. And her kid, in that past life, was an adult male with this wall of knives. Like, a full collection. Samurai sword, all different kinds of knives, a whole freaking wall of them. And we were like, "Okay… so what… how… okay, hold on, pre-context."

As a healer, what I do is I kind of almost embody the person. I experience the things and feel the things kind of first-hand so I know what’s happening. So I asked her son's soul, "Show us how you died, in that life."

While embodying the enrgy of him, I’m sitting in this chair and I kind of lean back, and I’m expecting to see someone come up from the left or from behind or something. And instead, I’m just laying there like, "C'mon!… show me how you died."

And it just feels like i'm lifeless, on my back, with my tongue out. And I’m like, "Okay, we can get more specific. What was the cause of your death?"

Then my body started feeling weird. And I was like… "I don’t think they knew they died." So I started feeling around, "Like did someone stab you, shoot you, something?" And it was like, "No."

And then it clicked. Poison.

He was just sitting there, drinking his tea, looking at his wall of knives. And it turns out the government had killed him. So that version of him didn’t even know why he died. He just died looking at his knife collection.

And that was so fucking funny to me because I was literally bracing myself for some dramatic attack scene, like someone jumping out from behind. And instead it was just like, “show me how you died,” and the answer was basically… "meh", on the floor, dead.

Anyway, that was really fucking funny that her five year old's humor was so direct and silly during that traumatic time. That’s the end of the story.

Okay, bye.