Past Life Memories

Shamanic vision
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Past life memories are coming back to us now. If not naturally then with assistance. Why is this so important? Because we need to know where we have come from to know where we are going. Whether this is memory in your blood from your ancestors or memories in your soul from past incarnations. All of this knowledge is accessible now. There is a struggle happening. Some forces seek to hide the knowledge from us so we remain small and others are protecting the knowledge so we may find it.

This is a past life memory shared with me of a warrior protecting the kings list which has the records of the Kings descended from heaven who each reigned for thousands of years. This carved stone text is a record showing human lifespans that have shrunk from thousands of years to hundreds, to barely a hundred.

https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sitchin/king_list.htm

~We cross the bridge into a past life. We are in Mesopotamia. I see the warrior standing with bare legs, wild hair, feet on dusty, dry earth. He wears a gauntlet of leather, brass and steel and is stained with the dust from many days of hard journey through the desert. It is a vast space with only a few sparse stands of trees. He and his band of travellers carry something very precious, ancient and dangerous in the wrong hands. They guard it well day and night. Stopping to make camp in the empty desert. At night they stand vigil and watch the night pass as others sleep. 


The warrior stoic in his mind and body, knows the charge he has been given, he knows the consequences if they fail. A terror will be unleashed on the Earth that no man would survive. So the few that must fall to guard this secret is a small price to pay in comparison. He pays dearly for it though, every time a man falls under his protection a piece of him dies inside. He knows the toll of this work will one day take him to an early grave, he sees his mentor on his way there now. Strung out under the pressure of responsibility he drinks himself to numbness and dies a little inside every day so he may live one more mission. He has become hardened and calloused from this work.


They pick up where they left off, one more day’s walk until they reach their destination. The wagon strains on the dry earth under the immense weight of the sacred box within. They see the earth walls and the opening into the temple beneath the earth. The hired labour take the great chest from the wagon and carry it into the tomb. The warrior’s follow them silently and dispatch them with expert precision. Dead before they hit the ground. No inkling of what was coming. It’s better this way. They die with honour and have been given a pass to the afterlife because of their contribution to this sacred mission. They are buried in a place of prominence within the underground temple.


Returning to their lives undercover as ordinary citizens the warriors mix with the upper class, those in high places and the common folk in the marketplace to keep  a finger on the pulse of information moving through the gossip circles. The bought and paid for secrets and fabricated stories are reaching almost a mythical status now.


We see the warrior at home with his family a wife and son, they are part of his cover, his mind always on his mission, it is what he was born to do and he will die for his cause one day, if he does live on he will become one of the council but few ever make it that far. And who would want to sit upon a seat that carries such burden. He surely never wants his son to suffer the life he has lived and prays that one day he will walk another path. Take his mother and cross the sea to safety. Build a new life and take his lineage in another direction. One of peace, not this silent war that wages under the surface. 


If the sacred texts, (the cuniform tablets of the kings list) can be secured into the temples at their designated locations all will be right and good for the future and the people will be free from tyranny.

Kindred Souls

Insights

As we are drawn back to ourselves as whole beings of divine light. We begin to find our kin, those of our soul blood. Our crystalline DNA fractals merging and meeting with others we have known before. In other bodies in other times. Our divine soul knowns no time and our crystalline DNA knows no difference between one body or another. We are being drawn back together, joining to make our majesty known. As our missions take place on Earth. We are asked now to get to our starting positions.

This awakening and reconnection with our Kin is happening quickly and the integration time we are allowed is minimal. Fast remembering is coming in. Lives lived with our kin as lovers, brothers, fathers, mothers. The relationship often just a way to place us together on Earth. As our memories return, so too do our bonds. The over lapping and interlacing of experience to awaken our connection. The human body has a soul lineage and a blood lineage. Now the Soul lineage is being awoken the blood lineage become less important. A person you have known for one lifetime feels insignificant next to someone you have known for eons. Threading in and out of incarnations together. Working on missions that bridge many life times. Keeping the soul lineage alive within the blood lineage. Incarnating in the same blood lines to build the knowledge base deeper and deeper into the bones and blood. The instinct the intuition. The need to find each other. The hunt to find each other. Closing in now. Getting closer. Full activation of sight, memory and wisdom keys to unlock what we know as a group of kindred souls.

The memories hold keys but are painful to witness. The flashes of lives lived, bodies held and let go of. The mind we had, the emotions, the thoughts and the pain. Lessons integrating across many timelines now. The masculine and feminine making peace as we remember living as both man and woman. The strengths and roles of each appreciated and understood as we have lived both. The forgiveness and compassion flowing through from our ancestors way back.

Our body, our vessel on the Earth plane creates a great energy field around it. The knowledge bank we hold in our DNA crystallises as our expanded awareness grows and we each reach our far beyond our physical body to connect these bridges of light. Fractals unfolding and weaving together as information and memory is shared with our kin. Not all of this needs to run through our human mind so much is done on a soul level. As we walk between these bridges we are building we know so much more than one mind can hold at any time. Our data bases are growing our knowledge descending deep into the earth, our storage banks of crystal and stone opening to us now. The Earth memory and wisdom feeding through our cells and aligning us to the magnetic grids of the earth, our navigation systems coming on line. We will know where each of our soul kin is located we will be placed at intervals so we may all connect in groups and then bridge the distance. We are wiring our own network of communication far more advanced than current technology. We can channel and receive from each other on a soul level as well as reading the DNA crystalline data bases and Earth wisdom. This network is being put in place and many of us a being told to go to certain locations to connect. This is all planned and pre designed by our soul selves and our Soul kin groups.

As the weaving continues and the fractals spiral into place. We are feeling a lose of time, balance and coherence in our surrounding environment. This is what it feel like when you bend time and space to pull the Earth into her highest evolutionary path. The winding of wormholes and the sealing of energy fragments. We are are the elders of a future that is being written now. We will have to live right through this war to come to a place of freedom.

Run away with me, the escapism trap

Insights

Wounded Masculine: Run away with me.
It is the ultimate seduction. It says you are the single most important thing to me. I would leave everything and everyone behind for you. We can start a new life together. We can be free.

Wounded Feminine: Don’t leave me behind.
It’s in our genes, our blood, our memory banks. Every time the men have gone away to war and never come home, and the women have had to carry the burden alone. Now when Daddy or Husband goes away for work it may as well be war, he may as well be going to his death.

The Shadow of escapism wounded masculine and feminine:
Fleeing from the pain and the problems. Living on the run because your shadows will hunt you down if you stand still. You can hit the road, swallow some pills, wrap your body around another. There are so many ways to evade your pain. Keeping your mind busy with stimulation and experience. Or numbing yourself until you can’t feel a thing. Killing yourself slowly until you don’t even remember your own name.

But where does this pain come from?

The Wound of Separation:
Entering this world of duality. Entering the human form. The single mind splitting away from unity consciousness. “I drop to my knees with the pain. I remember the original separation from my soul family as a tearing of my flesh. As if my greater body is being torn apart.” https://kilandril.com/2021/01/13/change-will-come-light-language-vision/

How do we heal this wound? Remembering our Connection. Holding our own and opening our hearts.

The Awakened Masculine: When “run away with me” evolves. Walk beside me as my equal and we will forge a new path of evolution not only for ourselves but for the entire human species. I will teach, protect, hold and respect you.

The Awakened Feminine: When “don’t leave me behind” evolves. I know my value as your equal, I will walk beside you. I am here to guide us in the direction of our expanded awareness and remembrance of earth wisdom. I will advise, inspire, nurture and create balance.

We are so powerful when we come together with our Tribe. We are so powerful when we come into unity within. There are so many traps laid in the earth grids right now. Be nimble, be wise and work together to remember who you are. Infinite being of light I call to you now to awaken.

The Shadows we have spawned

Insights, Shamanic vision
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The Earth was a biological plane of existence. Plants, animals, minerals and elements lived here. Until we came. We were high dimensional beings who wanted to know what it was to live in form. Light, living and breathing in an organic body. The Earth was too dense for us to live as light in our energy bodies so we devolved into matter. Our high frequency light vibration slowing to become solid as skin, bones, and blood. Our energy stilling as senses, of taste, touch, smell, sight and hearing.

We were welcomed and held by the Earth, her soft soil caressing the souls of our feet and it was magnificent. But there was a price to pay for this huge intrusion into her Earthly realm. As we descended into form much of our light was ejected. As in our human form we have limited capacity vessels. It drifted from us as energy and became distorted in an attempt to create balance in this realm of duality where there is day and night, life and death. This other part of us became shadow as we were light.

And so our shadow formed personality as we did. It formed ideas and had endeavours. However, we were of the light and so we could create, our shadow could only take creation and invert it. And that is the way it has gone on for eons. As we were held both, by the Earth, our mother the one who gifted us our bodies of bone and blood, microbes and flora. And by our Father the Source, creator of all, infinite being of light. Our shadowy siblings clung to the night, siphoning off energy from our creations and etching out parcels of space in dead matter of other creatures bodies and pieces of land that had been corrupted.

As we were free to connect with light and source energy, to endlessly create and be inspired our shadows were always fed. As we elevated ourselves again reaching back to higher realms of enlightenment and refining our earthly vessels to hold ever more light. The shadow festered, becoming insatiable. The higher our light the lower the depravity of the shadow.

And now here we are, at this time of remembering. Where we have brought ourselves to the edge of evolution. The human species, an amalgamation of the earth and the heavens. Having to acknowledge the shadow is a spawn of our light and our desire to learn and grow. The shadow that has hunted us and been the impetus for our re union with divinity. We can only reach our full capacity now by swallowing this shadow, ingesting all of the horror and decay. Feeling the memories merge into our strands of DNA. Having the will to live through it all, remain in this body, infuse ourselves with solar light to burn away all of the detritus. And finally become whole again. Standing fully in our divine right as sovereign beings and as children of the Earth.

This transition is part of a much grander scheme to elevate the Earth into her magnificence as she swallows and transforms the shadows that she has spawned through her cycle of devolution and is being re graced into the starry heavens where she belongs with her brothers and sisters of the light.

Sight beyond sight

Shamanic journey

Through ecstatic dance I move through the beat into a trance and I vision myself walking into the dark ocean, moonlit and foamy. I hear the soft wash of the current moving on the sand and I walk ever deeper into the sea until I am encompassed by the ocean herself

I stand bare under the moonlight and I wear the sea as my flowing gown. I lay my hands upon the ocean surface, cool and sleek like silk, the foam creating white high lights under the glorious full moon. I embrace the feeling of oneness and I drink in the cool water beneath me and white light of the moon and stars above

I look deeper, I part the sea, step down under until I reach the sea bed. Rich grains of sand that carry the memories of the world they once belonged to, shimmering under the sun

I dip through the sand absorbing the texture of centuries of broken down sea shells and fossils. Under the sand I find a fresh water ocean, a small private lagoon for me. I am swallowed into the purest water I have ever witnessed. I allow this pure energy to permeate my very being

I emerge from the ocean’s womb and step into the desert. Hot and intoxicating rays beat down on me and I am in bliss. I dance with my sisters kicking up the sand. We enliven ourselves to deep tribal beats that have moved us for eons. We move beyond what we know as earthly beings and we become holy

Above us is the Sphinx newly carved and painted we are reverent, awed and entranced in its power. We dance, unashamedly, raw and we awaken to deeper realities of who we are, moving through time we are connected in our ecstasy. Pure love and joy flows through our veins, we sweat we shriek and we pulsate to the base of the drums

I see a hieroglyph of a snake goddess and I follow her into a tomb underneath the desert. The black snake uncoils from around the shoulders of the snake goddess and begins to coil herself around me. I am hypnotised by the rhythmic movement and encircled by her power until my skin become scales

I am venom, I am stealth I hold secrets so deep they will never be unravelled. The snake goddess gives me sight beyond sight, beyond time. All of the senses are woken