One day my Doctor asked if I would like to be regressed?
He explained it to me how it was done and I agreed.
He took me into a type of meditation and I began to regress to where I was a very small black child with tight curly hair around a year old and I was sitting in a type of terrain I had never seen before on side of a large mountain.
Not in New Zealand or in Australia. It was a type of rock formation and spikes of yellowish green growth. I could see it plainly.
It was really unreal and I still didn't know really what it meant except to know why I liked African curly hair as it felt familiar to me and very comforting.
This happened around 1983 or so. I will be telling of my trip to South Africa latter as I go on through this blog and how the pieces of this regression was put together to make sense to me.
In the mean time I just kept on doing my massage practice and being a mother to my son and taking him out to various places you take children. My son showed signs of having a gift also but he didn't want to talk about it.
He was addicted to Dr Who and Star Trek and still is today and has a massive collection of all sorts of memorabilia. I just could not understand the Science Fiction type shows so my son and myself had different tastes in TV shows we liked so it was hard to find something we enjoyed together. I did try to find an medium place in all of this but it was hard. So he would watch TV in his room and myself in mine. Looking back I now know that was wrong of me to have let that happen. I now know my son has Aspergers or that type of syndrome as he never showed affection and didn't like to be touched and it was so hard as a mother to have a child who just wouldn't bond with you. It would hurt me when other children would run up to their parents and give them a hug and Neb just never did this. If he did you could tell he didn't like it. I had so much love to give but it was never returned. The story of my life.
P.S. As this is a blog which I hope one day will become a book I apologize if I repeat myself in this blog.
Friday 19 September 2014
REINCARNATION OR NOT
I had always had a spiritual clairvoyant type experiences all my life and stayed away from religion due to my sufferings as a child of sexual abuse by so called religious people.
I was seeing an Indian elderly Doctor who knew of my history and with my experience with Buddy. One day he told me how Buddy could be going into my psychic brain as I would just suddenly go to Buddy's place and he would have a cup of coffee waiting for me and said I knew you would be coming. This happened many times. This sort of thing happened in many other ways too. I would get a sign and have to act and it always lead me to the right place at the right time. When I was massaging people in my private practice I would also get clairvoyant readings from them and this would direct the way I would massage and the way I would speak to each client. I knew I had a gift of some sort. I seemed to attract the terminally ill and was able to help them pass away in peace. A gift I just seemed to have even though I had been through so much trauma I had this gift haunting me always. Sometimes it was good and sometimes I wished I didn't have it.
This Indian Doctor knew this and encouraged my gift. One day he took me through a Past Life Regression.
I was seeing an Indian elderly Doctor who knew of my history and with my experience with Buddy. One day he told me how Buddy could be going into my psychic brain as I would just suddenly go to Buddy's place and he would have a cup of coffee waiting for me and said I knew you would be coming. This happened many times. This sort of thing happened in many other ways too. I would get a sign and have to act and it always lead me to the right place at the right time. When I was massaging people in my private practice I would also get clairvoyant readings from them and this would direct the way I would massage and the way I would speak to each client. I knew I had a gift of some sort. I seemed to attract the terminally ill and was able to help them pass away in peace. A gift I just seemed to have even though I had been through so much trauma I had this gift haunting me always. Sometimes it was good and sometimes I wished I didn't have it.
This Indian Doctor knew this and encouraged my gift. One day he took me through a Past Life Regression.
THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
I met Buddy who is and always will be the love of my life. I met him via a newspaper add. I was always looking for that man who would love me unconditionally. We had around an 8 year relationship where we lived together and then apart. It was like we couldn't live with each other nor be apart.
I had had a car accident on my way home from work so was on workers compensation and went through a tough time regarding this and had lawyers and doctors appointments and was in so much pain in my neck and back from the accident. Buddy was very kind to me and helped me through that time. He was South African and we used to go to the South African Club and I used to feel left out as being the only one who wasn't South African I found their culture and various kinds of language hard to follow. This was my problem as now not working my self esteem was at a low point.
We had horses and addgisted on acres of land near us which we leased. I loved the horses and enjoyed the daily feeding of the animals we had. We used to go to the trots as we both loved the trots. We decided to buy a mare and let her have a foal which we hoped would one day race. I couldn't ride the horses due to my accident but Buddy used to walk me around on their backs until I was well enough to have a good canter which I loved.
We had a mare who we let have a fol and when she was having the foal we stayed up all night in our car in the paddock watching her foal. It was a wonderful experience. The foal was a male and Buddy called him Spike and I called him Moonbeam ( as he was born in the moonlight). We raised Moonbeam for two years and had him ready to race as a two year old. But sadly he died of colic and Buddy spent he whole night in the shed trying to keep him alive. It was such a sad time and we both cried. I wrote a poem which I will be putting into this blog once I have finished my story.
Buddy and I had this spiritual connection and we just couldn't be together at times and at times hard to be apart. I found his curly hair so soothing and could not work out why? But latter down the track it was revealed to me in a strange way?
I will tell more of my relationship with Buddy in the next few posts.
I had had a car accident on my way home from work so was on workers compensation and went through a tough time regarding this and had lawyers and doctors appointments and was in so much pain in my neck and back from the accident. Buddy was very kind to me and helped me through that time. He was South African and we used to go to the South African Club and I used to feel left out as being the only one who wasn't South African I found their culture and various kinds of language hard to follow. This was my problem as now not working my self esteem was at a low point.
We had horses and addgisted on acres of land near us which we leased. I loved the horses and enjoyed the daily feeding of the animals we had. We used to go to the trots as we both loved the trots. We decided to buy a mare and let her have a foal which we hoped would one day race. I couldn't ride the horses due to my accident but Buddy used to walk me around on their backs until I was well enough to have a good canter which I loved.
We had a mare who we let have a fol and when she was having the foal we stayed up all night in our car in the paddock watching her foal. It was a wonderful experience. The foal was a male and Buddy called him Spike and I called him Moonbeam ( as he was born in the moonlight). We raised Moonbeam for two years and had him ready to race as a two year old. But sadly he died of colic and Buddy spent he whole night in the shed trying to keep him alive. It was such a sad time and we both cried. I wrote a poem which I will be putting into this blog once I have finished my story.
Buddy and I had this spiritual connection and we just couldn't be together at times and at times hard to be apart. I found his curly hair so soothing and could not work out why? But latter down the track it was revealed to me in a strange way?
I will tell more of my relationship with Buddy in the next few posts.
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