Death of a Soulmate. A spiritual journey experience.
This was a difficult blog to write, but one that must be shared if I am going to cover my spiritual travels, discover who I am, and bring ancestral healing to my family. It affected me deeply when the meditation happened and continues to affect me everyday.
On April 4th, 2023 I went into another meditation. All day my wife, Rebekah, had been heavy on my heart. Being seperated due to work, I was not available to help her with her chronic pain.
As I went to do my meditation my goal was to release my consciousness to my soul and let it show me how I may have tried to help her with her pain in our past connections and if we were ever successful.
Sometimes, when you go searching for things, you don't like the answers you get.
After grounding my feet I searched to release my soul and after a few minutes I was successful. My head was loose again, being moved at will back and to the side as if it was being guided. I could feel my body tingling and vibrating. I had never felt this before. I was oblivious to anything around me but fully attentive to the guidance of my soul. Then, I saw my soulmate. But it was horrifying. I could see her head lifted and her throat being slit. But why? How did this happen? But then my head turned again and I saw a raging river with rapids going over rocks. On the river was a canoe, with indigenous decorations, trying to maneuver the rapids. Then the story unfolded. My soulmate was indigenous, being murdered by a white man. I was in the canoe. I could not tell if I was indigenous. But I knew she was in trouble and I was racing to save her. But I didn't make it to her in time. I wasn't there to help her. I wasn't there to protect her. Being Indigenous in a past life tells me no wonder she is drawn to the mountains. The land. Her past life continues to surface in this life with her love of nature and being outdoors.
The answer was there in front of me. Not the answer I was seeking, but one I needed to hear. We vowed to never be apart, to never be separated again after this life experience. That I would always be next to her. That I would always protect her. We still haven't learned this lesson. In this life, we are still apart. She is often left to deal with her pain on her own. Now I know why we have a hard time being separated and why she feels so safe in my arms.
At this point I came out of my meditation and returned to this realm. Shaken. Upset. Witnessing her death again. But thankful that I know at least one of the lives our spirits had together and the answer to why we can't be apart.
Spirit help me to find a way to provide for my family in this awful world and still keep my soulmate by my side. Help me to know and recognize my past lives so I can learn from them. Help me to know my ancestors so I can learn from them. Most importantly, help me to heal.
By Michael Walters
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