FULFILLMENT OF PROMISES BETWEEN LOVERS THROUGH REINCARNATION

I realized in sixth grade that I was an ancient Greek reincarnate. I was aware that I had experienced the contemporary myths about the gods and goddesses while living in or close to the Parthenon. Many years later, I attended once a week for two years with my first metaphysical group. Spirit communicates with humanity in a variety of ways. others people see images, others hear or see words, and still others have a gut feeling about the solution. The majority of words enter my awareness. If a visual does appear, it seems really vivid and genuine, and I think it represents the reality. Someone once informed me that, in accordance with nuero linguistic programming, I was tuning into the formless since I was hearing words most of the time. During one of the class’s initial group meditations, we were instructed to visualize transcending beyond our physical forms and returning to Earth in a previous incarnation. I spotted the Parthenon in the background as I returned to Earth. I was blowing a frosty breeze with my flute, trying to “calm down the wind.” I have sometimes heard far-off flute music even to this day. I also saw a spiritual talent that I want to possess. Let’s fast-forward a few more years to when I was raising my kid by myself. I met a guy one day while working as a waiter at a restaurant in Malibu, California. Instant attraction occurred; you know, that “chemistry” thing. After giving him my phone number, I quickly learned that he resided in Sherman Oaks, a block away from me in the San Fernando Valley, several miles distant. I began to visit him on a daily basis. It was one of those very ardent conversations. Every now and again, he would unexpectedly stop by my place. My oldest high school classmate came to see me one evening. She immediately developed an intense dislike and terror for him. She insisted that he never come back while she was there when he departed. Indeed, that was a really peculiar response. A few months later, my kid was being looked after by my babysitter while I was gone for the evening. She informed me that this guy, Bill, had came over and given her a book when I got back at about eleven o’clock. He informed her that he had discovered it on the street while traveling to my home and asked her to deliver it to me. I took a seat at the table in my dining room and opened the book. It had a leather binding and was long and thin like an autograph book. Tiny kids at the beach in bloomer-style swimming costumes were shown in vivid color on the cover. I felt the book was soiled and wet from the rain as I leafed through it. There was only one sheet with writing on it. At the top of each page were two distinct handwritings in black ink. Jan 09 and the name Vicki were mentioned by one. To my surprise, the opposite side featured the words 10/10/77 and the word rose. The current date was 10/10/77! I heard glass breaking on the opposite side of my courtyard in a matter of seconds. People began shouting, “Fire! fire!” I hurried downstairs, passed the burning flat, and across the street with my five-year-old daughter in tow. With my kid on one leg and a neighbor’s toddler on the other, I was sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk. Only I felt the street behind them. Everybody was gathered together. We left the scene and returned home. After putting my toddler to bed, I grabbed the signing book. The image of the kids in bloomer-style swimming costumes on the cover made the words “January 09” appear like “January 1909.” Another hint was the word “rose”; Bill has a rose tattooed on his arm. On the day that was stated in there, 10/10/77, he gave me the book. The fire, which stands for desire, ignited the instant I remembered our long-ago agreement to reunite on that particular day. I think that on the day he “found” the signature book on the way to my home, we made that agreement to come back to each other in the next life. Until we breathe our last and are led into the next realm, the secrets of life and death can never be fully understood. I’m sure I’ll think to myself, “Oh yeah, I remember this.” ©2017 joyful C. battles Author and artist of “Christmas meditations on the twelve holy days december 26 – january 6” is Merry C. Battles. She has been meditating for 26 years using the 12 Christmas holy days. We may use her book to explore each sign of the zodiac over the whole year. Since 1976, Merry has been involved in the healing arts. She has received training in massage, cellulite massage, reiki, jin shin jyutsu, foot reflexology, and craniosacral treatment. Merry is a Florida LMT provider of continuous education. All are welcome to enroll in her introductory jin shin jyutsu classes. Merry’s book is available on merrybattles.com and kindle books. My free ebook is a Christmas present to you, available every day of the year on my website! Send merry@merrybattles.com an email

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