Many years ago I had a lucid dream of a very horrific scene from one of my past lives. It’s something I’ll never forget as these types of experiences, these types of dream memories remain with you across time and space.
It took me a while to cope with and then integrate this particular past life experience and just because it came to me while I was asleep, certainly doesn’t make it any less potent than if I’d been wake and remembered it. After a few months had passed I started to understand why I’d suddenly remembered that particular past life event. I discovered that it was directly connected to me and my ongoing ascension process in this life and time. Remembering certain intense traumatic past life scenes, is usually tied in with something happening in our current life, and that’s the trigger to remembering it…whatever it may be.
This (dream of my) past life memory and event was set in England prior to the French revolution. I was around 15 years old when this deeply disturbing event happened that I and my Uncle saw. He and I had been in town doing some business but as we were leaving the town center, we happened upon this monstrous, dark event. There was one foreign man standing in an open area there in town and, because he looked and felt different, he’d unfortunately attracted a crowd; a crowd of ignorant, fearful, violent, and very negative people.
He was from Persia I believe, and wore his native clothes, head coverings, jewelry and long dark beard. His skin was darker than all of ours and that alone was perceived as a serious threat by many of the locals. Far more importantly, he was an Initiate and also what we’d today call a “Lightworker”. THAT was really what subconsciously frightened, enraged and disturbed that particular group of local townspeople. The fact that he also looked and dressed very differently than they did simple added to their hatred and fears. This image (below) is the closest one I’ve found to my personal memories of this past life Persian Initiate/Lightworker and that’s the reason why I’m using it. I’ve searched for another image, another drawing, that was closest to my memory of the Persian but couldn’t find anything. Some may be able to read the energies moving through this past and present event.
As my Uncle and I were walking towards our carriage, we heard this group of townspeople yelling at and ridiculing the Persian man for being different. They had encircled him and were throwing rocks, sticks and anything they could find at him. They were furious over his being so different, both on the outside and inside. He felt repulsive to them and they hated him for it and wanted him dead. They continued lashing out at him both verbally and physically. The Persian was a good foot taller than all of them but never did he fight back physically or verbally. He stood calmly as they all crowded in around him even tighter, quickly becoming a violent mob.
It was at this point that I became truly frightened for the foreign Persian mans safety. I’d never felt that type of fear in that life until that day, that hour, that moment in the center of town. I frantically pleaded with my Uncle to help the Persian or to at least get help elsewhere to breakup the rabid mob. He told me to be quiet and not draw the mob’s attention to us or they’d turn on us as well at that point. I was shocked and horrified, and felt terrible guilt for not being able to help the Persian at all. My Uncle held my arm tightly and wouldn’t let me move or speak loudly. The two of us stood there and watched the group of townspeople quickly turn into an insane, bloodthirsty mob. There were a few other townspeople like my Uncle and I, who also stood frozen in fear watching the mob attacking the Persian Initiate.
The mob of townspeople literally tore at the Persian with their bare hands and teeth, ripping away chunks of his flesh. He struggled against them and their blood-lust but never struck anyone. At this point the Persians eyes met mine and we connected in those few last seconds in a way I’ll never forget. I recognized him, he recognized me from across the town center as he was being ripped apart by the blood covered mob. Like talked to like in those last short seconds and the Persian told me telepathically, “Do not fear, do not panic, remain silent as I’ll leave my body soon and will feel nothing of what they do. We are what we are and they hate and fear all of us who carry the Light. It is often how Darkness responds to the presence of Light.”
And then the Persian was pulled down by the mad mob and thankfully left his body. The mob continued tearing his physical body apart until it was unrecognizable as a human man. They remained, like wild beasts, covered in his blood and the rest of us saw and felt a darkness we’d not felt until that day. My Uncle quickly dragged me to our carriage, shoved me inside and screamed at the driver to go. End of past life memory scene and dream.
Here’s a quote from Kryon from last year I think it was.
“Some of the oldest souls on the planet are afraid. The last time they became enlightened on this planet, they stuck out, and were killed for carrying their light. They carry that history around in their DNA and their Akashic Records.”
The Light simply is not leaving this time… the Dark is. :smile:
May 29, 2008
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