Are There Two Patterns of Past Lives?
The May of Complete Nonsense has ended.
I hope that in June, I’ll be able to understand at least a little of what all those meaningless pieces were about.
On the day of the new moon in June,
I was vacuuming at home.
As I was cleaning, I could tell that someone was there.
My stomach tightened hard with a strong gyuuu feeling.
Who?
An image came to me of a man with round glasses and messy hair tied back.
He had a face that looked completely unmotivated.
He looked like this 👇
The name Heisuke came to me, too.
What is this? Who is he?
A Higher Self? Or one of those Inner Self things?
I still don’t really understand the difference between those. Whatever. “Some-Kind-of-Self” is good enough.
“Shall we go look at a past life?”
Heisuke said.
Ugh, I’m cleaning right now…
Vroooom goes the vacuum cleaner.
Ah—he turned the switch on.
My breathing started getting turned into that thing.
I’m being taken.
I need to ground myself…
I’m still vacuuming, by the way.
Around this time, whenever I was being taken out from inside my body during astral travel, they started making me practice leaving my body on my own to a certain extent after putting me into a meditative state.
I struggled and tried my best, and just when I felt like maybe my upper body had come out, Heisuke reached out from the front and helped by pulling my hand.
I felt like we went out into space together…
but my main body was still vacuuming, as usual, so I wasn’t exactly fully focused.
I was made to see one past life.
Germany, 18th century.
In that past life, I was a girl.
My family was fairly well-off, maybe?
A small but cute house in an urban area.
A strict father.
A mother who never talked back.
A mother who apologized even when my father hit her.
I grew up and got married.
My father died, and my mother came to live with me.
My husband was a kind man.
He worked outside the home, while also doing housework and helping with childcare.
To my mother, the sight of the two of us like that was unbelievable.
She had spent her whole life being yelled at and beaten.
Watching us, something like jealousy began to take root.
And my mother stabbed her daughter — me — with a knife and killed me.
After I finished seeing the past life,
my main body was, as expected, no longer vacuuming.
I had both hands on the bookshelf, holding myself up.
I was staring at one point.
The area around my heart hurt.
Blood was overflowing from the chest of my astral body, and it wouldn’t stop.
What am I supposed to do?
I can’t stand.
My astral body lay down.
I couldn’t stand anymore.
Someone came and placed a hand on my chest.
A large hand.
The pain disappeared.
The one who held my hand and flew back with me on the way home was not Heisuke.
I could only see his back, but he had wings.
The past life I saw this time was different from the ones before.
It wasn’t the mother of the twins.
The atmosphere of this past life and everything else… it was completely different from the past lives I had seen until now.
It felt like this was a different soul from the past lives I had seen before.
What does that mean?
A “different pattern” of past life?
Are there two types of past lives?
The nonsense continues after all.