Archive for July, 2009

‘Mission to Millboro’ by Marge Rieder, Ph.D. © 1991, Authors Unlimited. ISBN 1-55666-072-3.

It all began with carrot cake, followed by the name “John Daniel Ashford” – and included hypnotherapist Marge Rieder and her client Maureen Gremling.

It evolved into an extraordinary story of past life memories of Millboro, Virginia in 1861 which ended up including various community members of Lake Elsinore, CA in this lifetime.

About fourteen individuals were regressed; all to Millsboro in the Civil War era, and what developed were their individual stories. These stories included: love affairs; Union sympathizers and spies; Confederate sympathizers and spies; undercover work; a hint of underground railroads and more! What a wonderful glimpse into history!

Eventually the author and hypnotherapist, Marge, took a few of those with regressed Millsboro connections to the current day Millsboro where they did some sight (and site) seeing and explored some history of the locale; then compared it to the information which had been received during the regressions.

Another aspect of this book is that it once again shows that we often enter new lives with our ‘cliques’ from previous lives.

A fascinating book and I highly recommend it for all.

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My brother Chris came home from  a near by lake and was excited because he got to see and take pictures of these petroglyphs that were on top of one of the mountains on the other side of the lake.  Chris says that the top of the mountain is a sacred site, and there are people from an ancient civilization and they are trapped under the rock and inner earth, and that they are waiting to be rescued.  My husband Gene and I were completely fascinated by his story and wanted to go see them. So, the following Monday afternoon, Chris, his better half Michelle, Gene, kids, dogs and I all headed up to the lake.  Chris pulled the boat and we pulled the tent trailer. Our plan was to spend the night and get up very early, before it got to hot, and hike the mountain.

Annoying little things kept happening as we got ready to leave. Nothing serious, just successful attempts to delay our arrival. We get on the road and a life vest blows out of the boat. We were following, so we stop to pick it up. Mean while, Chris sees what is going on and pulls over to wait for us. He sees us coming, so he pulls out onto the highway.

Almost immediately, we notice that he has a low tire on the boat, and before we could signal, the NEW tire starts smoking and he is now riding on the rim.  Our spare is a tire that has been sitting in the Phoenix sun for fifteen years. Gene makes a comment that something is trying very hard to stop this trip, but still, we continue at fifty miles per hour. Our next stop is about twenty miles ahead for gas and the items that we forgot from home.

Chris, still ahead of us, stops half way between two gas pumps and announces that his fuel filter just took a dump. The SUV won’t start. Do you think that we are paying attention yet? He finally gets it started and we get his list of items he needs from the store, and we tell him to go ahead, and we will catch up.  The trip went pretty smooth after that, until the next morning when the sound of a bee swarm just outside our trailer woke me up.

Apparently, on my brother’s first trip up there, Michelle, got over heated and couldn’t go to the top. This time, she didn’t have any problems, however, Chris, was not quite himself. He doesn’t remember, but he was.

I have hiked many mountains and as recent as three weeks ago, and I have not had a problem climbing to the top with in a reasonable time. I have always been able to communicate with the spirit of the desert, and I have appreciated many wonderful gifts that the spirits have given me when I have been walking the desert. This experience was very different.

The hike was very steep, no biggie and nothing new for us, however about three quarters of the way up, it turns to solid rock. There are piles of all sizes of rock. I have no idea how high the pile is.

Chris just above us

Chris, which was ahead of Gene and I, stopped and sat on one of the rocks to wait for us. I asked him if we were there and he said yes, can’t you feel the energy? I didn’t feel anything except a little on edge, but thought it was more because I was out of breath.

He and Gene started up the mountain again, which was more of the same rock that we had been climbing on the get up there, however, I suddenly froze in my track. I got a panic attack and I began shaking and couldn’t move in any direction. I didn’t know what was happening except that I was NOT going any further. I have only had one panic attack over my entire life until that moment on the mountain. Flashes of images went through me, and I knew that I had to get out of there. I didn’t like it at all. The guys continued up and I inched my way down the mountain. Here are a couple of pictures that were taken when they got to the top.

Looks like DNA Strands.. These rocks are huge.

Gene thought that this rock had fallen over.

This trip was another reminder to me that just about the time you think you can handle something, you find out how very vulnerable you are.
Does anyone have any thoughts?

PEACE

Liz

After much self-debate over whether or not to write this, I have decided to go ahead. The intent of my blog is to share my life experiences in hope that it will help someone else; so this experience needs to be included.

My mother and I had only shared Christmas cards and occasional letters over the last nineteen years or so.

For approximately five years (plus), she was not doing well health-wise.

About three weeks ago, I had a vivid and lucid dream (shortened version here). In this dream, my grandmother called me and said, “Your mother is lucid and wants to talk to you. Will you go see her?” I said I would speak with her.

The next scene was a hospital-type setting; I entered her room where I found her sitting at a table, with a chair available for me.

She said she wanted to tell me that she was sorry, and verbalized a single incident from our past.

I asked her if she had anything she wanted to say about other incidents. “What do you remember?” she asked me.

Without anger, frustration, hostility, etc., I shared with her what I had remembered from very early childhood and up; the good and bad. She said she was surprised at all that I had remembered.

I then asked her, “Why did you really contact me?” She told me that she needed me to sign her release form so she could leave.

I told her that I would not sign for her; she couldn’t come live at our house.

I told her I wished her the best, and meant it.

The dream ended.

Later that week, I was relating the dream to a friend. She recommended that perhaps my mother was asking my permission to leave…to die. She thought that I should ‘go back’ and find out.

I forgot about that until this past week – on Wednesday night, I couldn’t sleep – I re-visited the dream.

I said to my mother that if she were asking my permission to cross over – to die – that she didn’t need my permission; however, if for some reason she thought she needed it, she had it.

She passed away July 4th.

On the evening of July 5th, I saw my mother (glowing, balanced and whole) standing next to my daughter…they finally got to meet one another.

They each smiled at me and faded away.

What’s the purpose of me sharing this story?

Sometimes forgiveness and healing cannot be resolved face-to-face; that, however, should not stop anyone from working on their issues and on forgiveness.

I had worked regularly, over many years, in the energy levels, to work things out with my mother – hopefully to bring peace to both of us.

She wasn’t asking my permission to die, per se’….she was asking if we were now okay; and we were.

I believe my mother is finally at peace.

Everyone’s perception of what is ‘real’ differs.

Growing up with one foot here and another foot…well, various other ‘elsewheres’ – my perception is that mythological beings are real.

At this point, some of you are shaking your head; ‘tsking’ me; or thinking either, “You have got to be kidding!” or “I thought you had more sense than that, Jan!”

On the other hand, some of you are secretly (or not so secretly) thinking, “Ha! See? They are real!”

There are so many different thoughts on this – I would like to address one that has fascinated me over the years.

One theory is that Atlanteans had been real, on Earth and that Atlanteans had gotten a bit adventurous with genetics (amongst other things) and created mixtures – such as merman, mermaid, centaurs, etc.

This theory also states that Atlanteans also knew how to undo, or reverse, these experiments.

So are the watered down, half forgotten memories of those times is what created the ‘memory’ stories of mythological creatures?

Is that theory 100% accurate? Haven’t a clue; however for me, it resonates better than any other theory I have read about.

Whether the Atlantean theory is correct or not – my perception is that mythologicals are real, but not here on third dimension Earth; they are of another reality or dimension. This brings me to another theory – one where mythologicals were/are from other dimensions (dimensional beings) and not of third dimension Earth.

Because of my one foot that isn’t grounded here on Earth – I have been able to ‘see’ things not found here, including mythologicals.

Does this make me a nut case? What about being able to see and hear the dead? There are those who do this in their sleep; others can do it while awake. Nut cases? Twenty years ago, people certainly thought I was off my rocker; today mediums are pretty much acknowledged  world-wide.

How about other abilities? Even quantum physics is finding connections/explanations for these abilities – and, more is to come.

So would I be so far off to say – yes, mythologicals are real – and that Earth energy just hadn’t caught up with their dimension, yet?