I see a bright light to the right, back a little further. The light rests just above the ground. It causes everything around me to glisten including the water nearby.
I stand next to the light idly passing my hand through a section of it; pondering. I feel unworthy to go into the light.
Daniel, one of my spirit guides, appears and asks, “Why do you think you are not worthy?”
Looking down, I answer, “I have been mean.”
Daniel replies, “We know. I am not here to judge. You judge these things for yourself.”
Daniel and I sit there talking. Daniel tries to assure me that I will be all right, but I am afraid.
Daniel responds, “You asked for forgiveness.”
I say, “It is too little, too late.”
Daniel says, “This time alone has been healing for you.”
I mutter, “I guess so.”
Sitting next to the light helps me feel better.
I stand up and straighten my clothes. I look around and declare nervously, “I guess I will try it.”
Daniel reminds me, “You cannot stay here, you will get lost.”
Together, we walk into the light.
A loved one greets me. I receive healing from two angels and rest.
Then, I hear the song, “New York, New York” by Frank Sinatra.
This excerpt is from the book I am enhancing and editing, Life Is Just Another Class—One Soul’s Journey through Past Life Regression. In my book, I give the stories of sixteen of my past lives and how they inspired, healed and affected my current life.
I was able to re-experience this interaction between me and my spirit guide, Daniel last week. Tonight, I am working on adding this information to my past life as Odyssius from 476 B.C. Odyssius was the first past life I experienced, while that first snippet of a memory was small, it was healing.
Remembering what happened after I died as Odyssius (and other past lives) continues to be profound for me.
I heard parts of the “New York, New York” song after I was healed by the angels in Heaven. I did not really know the words to this song well, but once I heard the first line of the song, I felt compelled to share this with you today.
We are never alone. Ever.
Note: Odyssius, referred to as Od, was a foreman overseeing a large group of people building a wall in Mesopotamia.