November Fourth, 2024

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I had the craziest session the other day with Jennifer. It was like a multi-timeline bleed over. It was really bizarre.

So she has her own community, she does her own thing, right? She went to this location to give tarot readings, and they told her, “Hey, you have gotta park in the back.” And she gave them a little light-bulb moment, like—“Why? We are gonna be here all day, it is dark back there, probably should not have people park back there, just sayin’.”

But whatever, it was fine. She went back there. And then all of a sudden—boom—she broke down. Like broke down. Could not do the readings, had to leave. She just had to go. And she was thinking about when she was younger and got jumped in a parking lot. Like, in this current lifetime.

She did the healing she needed to do, went home, did what she had to do. But she was like, “It was so f-ing crazy.” So I was like, okay, lets look at it.

Now—this is kinda hard to understand unless you understand oversouls. Like, you are not just healing the past life your consciousness was in. You can help other parts of your oversoul. ’Cause there is twelve oversouls total. So not only was she helping younger-her in this life, but when we jumped to look at the most impactful point, she was inside this car in a parking lot, in a differentform of herself.  

Like, a covered parking garage, the kind you pay for. It felt like 1960s, 1970s vibes. She is sitting there, smoking cigarettes, and she can hear a woman screaming. And I am like—oh shit.

So I am thinking maybe she felt guilty for hearing the woman scream and not doing anything. Like, damn, that is probably it. But no—it went further. She was also the girl getting attacked in that past life. And that was directly tied to her getting jumped in the parking garage in this life. Big bleed-over situation.

So we went back to the earliest point. The girl version of her—she is getting ready to meet her significant other at a café or diner. The city felt like Chicago, something like that. She is going to meet him, and he is gonna break up with her. No closure, no self-worth. Like, she does not even really know him that well—it is one of those “in love with the idea of love” kinda things.

So we went back before she met him at that café diner place. She merged with that version of herself, gave herself her information, and ended up on this whole new pathway. Like a journalist, but art-journalist vibes. Fancy, posh, LGBTQ parties. Power lesbian energy. Short cropped hair, pants, confidence. It was really interesting.

We thought we were done—but nah.

We thought we were done—but nah. Onside this multi-faceted Oversoul part life bleed through healing,

We had to go back and look at the guy version of her, the one sitting in the car.

And since we had already healed it to where the girl version of her did not get jumped anymore, we were like—okay, what the Fuck are we still doing here? What is left to heal?

And he was sitting there—super specific, right?—smoking Camels.

Not Marlboros. Not Newports. Camels.

He was flipping between deep, sad songs and baseball games on the radio.

Very much fighting this inner war with his own sexuality and identity—like, not knowing where he fit, or what was “allowed” for him to feel or want.

So we lit up pathways for him. And it ended up that he went to go work for that other version of her, the journalist / power lesbian version of herself—and through that, he found himself.

He found community.

He found belonging.

And again, we thought we were done.

But no—there was still something there. We were sitting there like, what the Fuck else is there to heal here?

’Cause even though he was surrounded by people—community, support, all that—he still did not have a sense of self.

Like, he did not know who he was when no one else was around.

So she merged with that version of her and exchanged information again.

And we basically helped him understand that it is okay to like masculine jobs, or feminine jobs, or people, or hobbies, whatever.

It is okay to just be.

We did the friendship healing for him too, in that life.

And after all that, it finally felt done.

Side note though—right after this healing, KaptinKate randomly got pissed off out of nowhere.

And turns out—she felt herself inside the diner, in that past life.

She was the one that got stood up.

And she did not even know about this healing.

Wild. Stuff.

Anyway—yeah. That was a crazy story, and I just wanted to share it.

Okay, bye.