I connect in again, it’s like a plug into a socket. My higher self is sparky and light, darting around today, and it has a purple hue to it. Feeling relaxed, calm, peaceful and happy.
Does your Higher Self have a message for you?
Relax. Have fun.
What tool can help you remember this?
Trust. It’s like a treasure chest with a key, in the centre of my body. Its like beams that radiate out into my toes and finger tips. And yet I feel nothing in particular.
What lifetime needs clearing for my soul’s growth today?
A Victorian village. Its dirty, muddy. Its hard work to live here. I’m wearing lots of heavy clothes. The fabric is heavy to keep me warm. I’m carrying large urns of milk. My clothes are dirty and getting dirtier. The side-walks are muddy. It’s been raining.
I feel fed up. I’m overweight. Tired. I’m in my late 40s. The streets are busy with people milling around but they are strangers. I don’t know them. They live in the village. I don’t care for them much.
I’m sweating carrying these heavy urns. I’m doing this work for my family …and my extended family. I’m carrying the milk for them but it is my work. I feel miserable. Its hard work. It’s a thankless task.
I go home to the kitchen. I’m ‘slaving’ away over a hot stove. I feel very fed up. Sweaty, smelly, unclean, cross, angry. I have 7 kids. There are 4 extended family members living with us. I do it all on my own. I’m married. He works. Chops wood. The other adults are elderly. They need looking after. No one is helping me. My kids steal. I don’t mind that they steal. I’m glad if they manage to get money. Its all very functional. I just try to keep them alive and keep them fed. No one looks after me.
What happens?
I get arthritis. I’m hunched over. I die quite young. I die feeling fed up. Feeling miserable. Its all in my hips. I die with the memory that no one looks after me.
What colour is the fed-upness?
Pink.
Clear it.
It is done.
