Category Archives: Past Lives

The End of the World? Nope.

There’s an old REM track that’s been making the rounds, in light of this Mayan prophecy of the world ending today: “It’s The End of The World As We Know It.”

Well, clearly, since I’m sitting here, listening to the sound of the dryer and my fingers clicking away on the laptop, the world has not stopped spinning.   But I think that song title is still appropriate: it’s the end of the world AS WE KNOW IT.

The last couple months have really turned things upside down, especially Hurricane Sandy and the unspeakable tragedy in Newtown, CT.  Those two incidents alone have created a seismic shift in our thinking, about how we function as a society.  We’ve had similar disasters, but this time, something has changed.  We feel it.  And I believe this is what the Mayans meant:  we are passing into an age of enlightenment.  We are taking another step on the path, collectively.

I read somewhere that we are passing out of the Iron Age — one that has been vicious, combative, filled with selfishness (Bernie Madoff, I’m looking at you).  The Hindus refer to our current time as ‘the age of quarrel.”

Here’s a clip from a really-underrated movie, “The Devil’s Advocate,” in which Al Pacino — as the Devil — gives one of the great speeches ever.  It kinda sums up where we’ve been:

Spoiler alert: in the movie, the Devil doesn’t get to take over the world.   And now, in this new world, he doesn’t get to either.  We are passing into an age that’s kinder, more interdependent, more spiritually aware.

For the last few days, I’ve sensed a personal shift.   I’ve been cleaning out closets, getting rid of old stuff –literally.  As we go through the long, dark winter, take some time to go within and help step up your game to meet the new energy of this beautiful new age we’ve just entered.  Just like Dorothy did…

What Goes Around…

One of my Facebook friends has been sharing some hairy details of a family feud.  It’s not pretty.  The stories she tells are awful: stalking, theft of property promised on a parent’s death bed, and far too many cruel words.   Most of this seems to emanate from one member of the family, to the pain of everyone else.  Underlying the gory details is frustration that this one awful person is “getting away with it,” that others still think of them as the epitome of a good Christian when privately, they act more like Rosemary’s Baby.

Otherwise known as your sister-in-law’s house

We’ve all known someone who can be the most terrible, sneaky human ever– and somehow, they manage to escape judgement.   In public life, we’ve seen those who continue to succeed, despite heinous behavior (former Vice President Dick Cheney — who helped lie us into Iraq and outed CIA agent Valerie Plame is my personal bete noir).  It makes you want to throw one righteous temper tantrum.

Yes, it would be enormously gratifying to see those people embarrassed, brought down and otherwise smacked in the face with rotten tomatoes.  That would satisfy our egos.  But just because a public shaming doesn’t occur, doesn’t mean they “get away with it.”

You know how they say that your life flashes before you when you die?  It’s my belief that, at that moment, we experience a sense of both our good moments, and bad.  If you accept that you had those dark moments, if you own it — then you pass into enlightenment.  The owning of those moments can be tough; I think you get a true measure of the pain you have caused with every thoughtless, selfish gesture.  It’s a fleeting moment, but being willing to suffer through it is the price we pay for enlightenment and entrance into the Light.  This is how our soul grows.

There are those, however, who cannot bear to look at what they have done (and in some cases, with good reason.  Would YOU want to trade places with Hitler?  Didn’t think so).  They turn away — literally — from the Light.  The dark place where their soul stays stuck is a kind of punishment you can’t imagine.  I supposed you could call it Hell –although minus any demons and pitchforks.  It’s the absence of Light that’s the true torture.

Sure as hell wouldn’t want to be you when the time comes…

I once went through a guided meditation that was meant to give us a taste of what this “low level” was like.  I have to tell you, I felt sick to my stomach — and racked with sorrow for what people endure in that place.  And that was about 1/100,000,000th of what they experience.

The point is, is that no one gets away with anything. The best we can do when presented with these frustrating people is to stay in our own lane and remember that they will be held accountable at some point.

In plainer terms, “What goes around, comes around”….”Every dog has its day”…and my favorite, “Karma’s a big bitch with PMS.”   Stay peaceful.

Family Feuds for the Enlightened

Yesterday, I did a reading for a woman who’s family was less the Cleavers and more The Addams Family.  Actually, now that I think about it, it was more like the Corleones.

“Don’t ever cross the family.” Fredo, I’m lookin’ at you.

Anyway, she was being driven absolutely ’round the bend by all kinds of dysfunction, fighting, back-biting and all that other fun stuff.  Now, I’m all for professional counseling (or in some cases, heavy drinking) to navigate those stormy waters.  But from a metaphysical sense, there’s another reason you’re giving each other the stinkeye across the Thanksgiving table.

You picked them.

Yup, before you hit the Universal Waterslide down into human form, you chose the family you entered into, because of the lessons that were going to be offered up.  If you’re pulling your hair out at that idea, I feel ya.  But think about it:  who knows how to get under your skin, lift you up, beat you down, love you wildly or ignore you to the point of tears, better than your family?  They offer a complete smorgasbord of human experience – and you’re gonna sample everything, even the stuff that tastes icky.  And probably more than once.

I’d like another helping of “You Never Loved Me” with a side of “Your sister is prettier,” please…

I’m not saying this idea makes your family situation any easier — but understanding that there’s a reason behind all that friction offers a new perspective.  Those are all opportunities to work through challenges and achieve some measure of growth.

Let me pull one out of my own family archive: one of my sisters is 12 years older.  Ever since I was born, she has been “the boss.”  Once I was out of diapers, that never sat so well with me. Our arguments were not fun, and it really became a problem after our mother died. We fought over every stupid thing, and it just seemed like neither of us could “hear” what the other said.  I finally decided to sit down and write her an old-school letter, rather than our usual weekly phone call.  It let me express myself without interruption, and hopefully, move the conversation(s) forward rather than into the weeds as it so often happened. That new approach changed our game a little bit, and we were able to sort through some of our issues.

Now “together” time doesn’t turn into this….

The bottom line is, our thorny relationship forced us to find a new way to communicate.  We either had to do that, or write each other off.  The write-off may have been the more appealing option, but the Universe doesn’t play that way.  You’re here to  become a stronger, better human being — even just a little bit –or repeat your lessons all over again.

One of my friends notes that she’s stopped playing into her ex-husband’s negative attitude.  It doesn’t necessarily change that lousy view of the world, but by not doing her usual thing, she stops a lot of arguments before they start — and she feels a lot more peaceful (it doesn’t hurt that she secretly enjoys that flummoxed look on his face when he can’t quite figure out what just happened).

I’m not saying you’ll ever completely make peace with family members; the point is, you try.  You try to get past the things that always set you off; you try to see the ones who do the setting off in a new way.  You try to hold off from the same old knee-jerk reactions and find a way to change the game, even in a small way.  Just by trying, you’re inching up the spiritual ladder.

So the next time you’re butting heads with someone in your family, remember that its an opportunity to learn something valuable.  Take a breath, step back and see if you can figure out what it is. (And if you really want to rub it in, remember that THEIR bad behavior is helping YOU advance spiritually.  I believe the correct phrase is, “Neener, neener, neener!”)

“How ya like me now?”

You’re In Good Hands…with Spirit Guides

I remember the first time I learned about Spirit Guides — and how cool I thought it was.  Imagine having a whole gang of invisible helpers at your beck and call:  would they do the laundry?  Give me lottery numbers?  Give me the answer’s to the next day’s Physics test? The answer is no, no and HELLL no. Guides have a more specific purpose in our lives.

The subject of spirit guides has filled several books, but here are the basics as I understand them. Before we’re born, we decide what lessons we need to work on when we incarnate:  did we finally learn how to be independent in that last life?  Did we work out our issues with commitment, hard work or money?  Or do we need some remedial help?

Homework — whether its Math or LifeLesson #265 –sucks.

There are lots of individual variations in our life lessons, and our guides are there to help us stick to our plan – because, unfortunately, we don’t remember it when we get here.

Call it Spiritual Amnesia.  The only hint we have are the things that keep smacking us in the face:  the same type of person who keeps showing up in your love life…the same struggles with money or family.  The problems that haunt you are the lessons that will get us to finally (hopefully) tick off that goal that we set way back when we were floating on the proverbial cloud.

We each have at least one guide who sticks with us through all the ups and downs of this life.  They sort of function as a spiritual GPS, helping us come back to our purpose.

Does their GPS tell them that they’ve just driven 40 miles with their left turn signal on?

But since this path is ours and ours alone, we have to ask him or her to get us sorted out on the journey.  Their help won’t be obvious — it may come in the form of a helpful person showing up, an article, an e-mail.  It’s your job to pay attention and act on the help that’s sent.

Besides our main guide who is with us “from womb to tomb” as the Jets said in West Side Story, there are guides who come and go during our life.  Doctor Guides help during health issues, Joy Guides come when we need to inject some lightness…there are literally guides for everything (I could’ve used a Plumber Guide when I replaced my faucet….).

Yes, I would’ve endured this sight to keep my kitchen from flooding.

Guides have been human at some point, so they know the drill.  Some may have lived relatively recently. Then there are others who existed millenia ago and have since spent most of their time evolving on the spirit plane (which explains why one of my  guides shows himself looking like some kind of medieval hippie: white robe, sandals, the works.  The only thing missing is the psychedelic bus and the contact high).

I’ve been asked if a deceased loved one can be a guide; the answer is no — and yes.  They don’t function as guides in the classic sense, because they’ve been with us — or connected to us — here on Earth.  BUT those who’ve crossed over are certainly willing to help.  In this, they have two advantages:  1) they know us, what we’re dealing with and our particular human weaknesses and 2) now that they’re on the other side, their perspective is wiiiiiide open.  So when you’ve hit a rough patch, by all means reach out to them.

That’s “MS. Harry” to you….

As with Spirit Guides, the same rules apply with someone on the other side: you have to ask them for their help.  Even if they were huge butt-inskis in life, they’re encouraged to keep their noses out of your life unless you ask them to weigh in.

When it comes to guides, loved ones, angels, whatever, the main thing is to remember that YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO IT ALONE.    All of these entities are here specifically to help us in growing and evolving.  And when they do, they get points, too.  It’s like that saying that goes something like, if you really want to learn something, teach it.  They learn from us, we learn from them…and hopefully, our personal evolution helps someone else.

I’ll do another blog shortly describing how you can meet your own guide, but in the meantime, just ask for what you need and know that your spirit helpers hear you.  Prick up your ears and see what they send your way!

Living In the Past (Life)

There’s something really tantalizing about the idea of having lived before.  I’m not talking about that life before entering the Witness Protection Program — I mean the ones that had you riding alongside Charlemagne, or hanging on a barge with Cleopatra.  [Funny, you never want to think about the one you had as a chimney sweep in 18th century London…]

No one wants to admit having been THIS guy...

The Past Life Club essentially argues that we have lived multiple times, and that each of those lives were essentially one more “class” in the school of existence.  We had experiences, dealt with other humans, learned lessons.  You die, spend some time assessing it all, then come back for another go. When you finally get it right, you get to hang out  indefinitely in the heavenly stratosphere getting your feet rubbed while the rest of us slobs return to deal once again with human stuff like difficult relationships, making a living and acid reflux.

Like vacations, some past lives will be more memorable than others.  Hint:  if you are interested in any particular time period in history, that’s a pretty good indicator you lived back then.  For me, I’ve been obsessed with this guy:

Ladies, here's the poster boy for staying single...

…and his daughter….

The REAL Iron Lady....

Ever since I was a kid, anything about Tudor England has fascinated me — and I never knew why.  Then a psychic told me that I had been a court jester — specifically, a FEMALE court jester — during that era.   And a little research revealed that female jesters were relatively rare, and indeed, Elizabeth DID have one.  So that explains two things:

1) my interest in the time period and

2) my inherent wise-assiness

On two separate occasions, I was told that I’d had lives in medieval France, as a nun…

Black and white, always an easy wardrobe choice on busy days.

Again, doesn’t explain my lousy command of the French language.  DOES explain my currently-dismal dating life.

Decoding past lives is one way to shed some  light on patterns we’ve carried over into this one.   Again, it’s one way (therapy is another). But for some, the idea of past lives can become addictive. I’ve encountered more than a few people who routinely blame whatever’s going on right now on a “past life.”   One client of mine refused to actively engage in the life he had going on right here, right now, because he was waiting to be “reunited” with someone from a past life.  Another spends all his time seeking out hypnotherapists who will help him explore yet another existence….and another…and another (yawn).  Personally, I think it’s ’cause he’s bored with his present situation.

The purpose of examining a past life lies in what it can teach you about THIS one. If you can spot a pattern, find a lesson, learn something, then it becomes more than just New Age wallpaper.  The key is to discover it, use it — then move forward.  Your task is to make the most out of the life you’ve been given NOW. Because if you spend all your time looking backwards, you’re gonna get run over by the Express Bus to the future.  And skid marks on the face are not a good look on anyone.