Ships That Pass in the Night

So there I was this morning. Sitting with my thoughts, sorting ideas. I used to be able to just jump in, where ever I was. When it came to writing. So here I am.

I read this really validating article just within the last week, and its got me thinking about some things.

Regressions That Kicked My Biases and Prejudices in the Ass
https://tarotworldtour.wordpress.com/2015/12/27/regressions-that-kicked-my-biases-and-prejudices-in-the-ass/

"OVERLAPPING LIFETIMES

I was a firm believer or trapped in the perspective that we only can be one place at a time and that our souls experience one present at a time. However, I encountered a lifetime where I was in the Middle East in the 1980s (a time where I was also present in my known lifetime here in the US as a toddler). This was a highly stressful incarnation where I was by family relations and peers a reluctant “terrorist.” Without seeing specifics, I was a teacher or in a school, a male, and my peers were preparing to initiate an institution attack. I could not diplomatically stop them from doing it, and it may have been a suicide attack. While I already have some understanding of the group pressures and efforts to end western imperialism in the Middle East, it was a terrible sense of conflict and trying to mediate extremes. I also am now inclined to wonder if we are living out several existences at the same time and if this is could be an accurate attribution as to why we feel so connected to others far away, or have sudden anxiety for no apparent reason. Can we navigate in and out of the minds of others at other times, and is it a recording, or is it all happening simultaneously in God’s mind?"

Yes, this time question is a big one.

But I found this article so validating, in that ... I think its one of the first times I've ever seen an article written by another person on this subject that was so well informed! For those of us that do this work, of reconciling time within ourselves and our past incarnations. This question of overlapping timelines has come up a LOT, with me ... and while I believed, from the depth of my recall experiences, that these prior life memories belonged to me, I could not explain how this could be possible. The only thing I have been able to come up with until now is reference within the Right Use of Will material, where God mentions being in two places at one time. I couldn't even tell you where it is, ie what book and pages to quote - its been awhile for me. (If you know Right Use of Will and you are reading this, please comment or let me know if you know the reference)!

Also, the theory of soul fragmentation could go a long way in explaining it, the idea that souls fragment when bodies encounter pain and especially trauma. For people with really intense past life experiences, I believe it may be possible for the soul to be shattered into many shards and lost pieces. I feel that really, what I have been doing is going around and finding all of my lost pieces. I have often felt, doing this work, that the process of moving pain ... that is TEARS was about moving the lost emotions of the trauma itself.

I feel that I ... "Collect The World" with this work...

I mean, emotion is so demonized. People don't GET to experience the emotions of traumatic experiences because generally speaking, your body and mind tend to be very focused on survival, maybe even fight or flight reflexes when experiencing crisis or trauma. There is no sitting down in that moment, saying STOP, to your life experiences so you can cry over what is happening to you for most of us. Its also a good thing to remember when facing any emotional release work over the healing of personal trauma - that it isn't happening NOW. So its safe. Or as safe as you choose to make it, when you need to feel the reality of the things that have happened to you or others around you and heal and find closure for your life issues.

I've talked at length about my memories of the Virgin Mary's life. But this is one I could never explain, because it always seemed to be an overlap in time. Mary Magdalene. So I have kept this one to myself. Mostly afraid to mention it because of the possibility of people not believing it possible to experience past lives of people whose lives overlapped.

It is curious to me also that I have had so few past life memories of directly interacting with my son, as Mary of Nazareth. I mean, my very first experience was reliving the hour of her death. Just recently I found out the city where she died, Ephesus, Turkey - and that connected up some big parts of it for me. The other big one was one, a real life encounter with Archangel Gabriel (in my current life) when I was pregnant with my oldest son and a slew of memories tied to that experience, from Mary's life. Including Gabriel's visit to my life when I was Mary! I know she felt her life was over in a sense, when he appeared to her, telling her of the shift in the mission of her life. I believe she was well educated with plans to be a modern woman of the times, and had been raised to be a scribe or a chronicler.

I would also see myself, doing ... what I figured were typical women's chores of the period, supervising the household and food preparations. Greeting and taking care of visitors. My husband had these little 'glances' into her life and he would describe them to me. When he did so, I would see them also. This was also true for his memories of Atlantis! Not to get sidetracked though. One very curious thing, Mary always wore her hair in this unusual bun, on the top/back of her head. Her hair was long but she would braid it or not braid it into a sideways figure eight. It seemed to me that I had a lot of hair, and it was a very clever way to balance all of its weight. In this life, when my hair got long it was almost too heavy to bind. I would put it into a ponytail or hair tie, and the weight of it would work the bind out of my hair in the back over just a few hours and it would fall.

I never thought a lot about the symbolism until recently but ... isn't this an infinity symbol?

The last memory I had of Mary's life was a dream where I was outside the tomb after Jesus' death - this cavelike structure with a big rock in front of the doorway. I was sitting at a stone table across from my son. This was after He had died. One curious thing as I look back at that dream. There were these strange trees all lined up behind us and I think they were representing Italy. Another clue for me, I think, in untangling bloodlines and DNA. I think they were Cypress trees:

So anyway. Before your imagination gets carried away with you, regarding Mary Magdalene's reputation. I should put some fears to rest?

The memory I had of Magdalene. Keep in mind that sometimes there are clear validations from memories of recognizable experiences that help you know the identity of the person you are recalling, but I have found that most of my memories, or many of them tend to be largely unremarkable. As in, just something from a normal day in the routine of that person's life. You know who you are, just as you would know your own self now ... and what you knew and understood in that life.

So the one memory I recognized, from Mary Magdalene. This was many years ago and I don't recall the triggers that led me to it. It might have even began as a dream that later led me to actively recalling more of that memory. Yes! There are two memories that took place in the same place.

These memories took place in a city with low stone structures like walkways and villas and stairways between buildings. The first one was at night. I was out and about and it was very late, even and probably the early hours just before dawn. It was warm, and it seemed to me like there was a Full Moon or close out that night - the light was bluish and bright, with very good visibility. I was on my way somewhere and I stopped to collect myself. I ran into someone that I didn't know very well, a man. One thing I remember is that I did not feel threatened, as a young woman might have, running into a stranger alone at night. We both seemed to be in the right place at the right time to meet, like it was just a coincidence. I remember both of us sitting down with our backs to a low stone wall, close to a stairway. But it was dark and no one else was about. So we weren't blocking the space like we might have been on a busy day. We sat there together, like two acquaintances sharing a coffee break, and we talked for a little while. Sharing a friendly conversation.

Looking deeper, I had always wondered why she was out that night, what she had been doing. I mean, there was always that question in history of whether or not she was a prostitute. So I did some looking. I feel that she was in an adult relationship, quite possibly one that was somehow frowned upon? And that she was on her way home from some rendezvous that night. A far cry from prostitution. She was a young woman in my memories, of about 20? Old enough in this day and age anyhow, to be a consenting adult.

The second memory of her life was one I just realized, sitting here writing this. In the daytime, the place I described was more like an open market, with walkways and stone stairways and buildings around it. I don't know how much later it was after the first memory. But I saw the man that sat with me that night for a short time. We were very close to where we had been sitting together that night, not quite touching. We passed in the daylight among a decent sized crowd of people at the open air market that day. He waved and said hello as we passed. I had the strangest sensation of pleasant familiarity but barely recognizing him. Like I was trying to place how I knew this man. Was it Jesus? I don't know.

That's it.

My point of this article was to illustrate that it's possible to have past life recall of people whose lives and timelines overlap. There are others for me, but this one was always the biggest question in my mind.

Looking for a title for my article, I thought of the idea of ships passing in the night. I googled the phrase and found this amazing poem!!

Ships That Pass in the Night by Paul Lawrence Dunbar, 1872 - 1906

Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;
I look far out into the pregnant night,
Where I can hear a solemn booming gun
And catch the gleaming of a random light,
That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.

My tearful eyes my soul’s deep hurt are glassing;
For I would hail and check that ship of ships.
I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,
My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips,
And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing.

O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing,
O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark!
Is there no hope for me? Is there no way
That I may sight and check that speeding bark
Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?

Paul Laurence Dunbar, born in 1872 and the author of numerous collections of poetry and prose, was one of the first African American poets to gain national recognition.