Thursday, June 12, 2014

The Detective & The Singer

This is from my upcoming book: Reincarnation: Past Lives and the Akashic Records

Past Life Reading
Michelle Lange, June 27, 2011

Michelle was a beautiful, dark-haired woman with delicate features. She was a vulnerable-looking, sweet, young, newly married woman, and her mother was a student/client of mine. I felt protective toward her. She only wanted to know about any past lives she might have had with her much adored new husband, Joseph. Here is what I saw when I opened Michelle’s records.

The Detective and the Singer

The first thing I am seeing is…and I do not usually see a disturbing image right off the bat like this, but if I do not start to narrate, I will not get to see the rest of the lifetime—the pictures just stop, so…here we go. You were a young female in this lifetime, and I am seeing you as already deceased.

Lois’ Note: I then became quite upset at what I was seeing, and worried about how this would emotionally impact the client who was such a young woman. I hesitated and because I did, the scene began to fade from my sight. So I started describing what I was seeing again…
     Your spirit hovered around not going to the light at first because you had been murdered. This was in the 1930s in the United States, during the Great Depression. A serial killer had shot you in the face with a shotgun. Your hands were removed to prevent identification, and your body thrown into the water. It was several days before the body was found. The reason your spirit remained in the area was that you were hoping to make sure the murderer was caught for a couple of reasons. One, you were really upset that your life was taken early.  The other reason was that you did not want him doing that to anybody else. Therefore, you kept trying to talk to people…with your mother at first and later with a police officer, a young man who was fairly sure there was a serial killer on the loose, because he had seen this killer’s pattern before. He had seen another person killed and disposed of in precisely the same way.
     The detective was a little bit clairaudient, but in the 1930s it was broadly accepted that if you heard voices you were crazy. So, when you would try to talk to him as he was trying to solve the case, he would hear what you were saying like a thought inside his head. You began to consider him your partner in this, because you could tell he was listening. Sometimes you would amuse yourself by moving your hand through his body stopping at the heart, and he would get a flutter in his heart. He sincerely felt that your spirit was present with him; he also thought that if he told anybody they would think he was nuts. And he was right, you know, they would have.
     He began to learn all he could about you. A farm girl who came to the city and had become a singer, you had independently traveled around a good bit of the time for singing jobs. Coming home after a performance late one night, you were walking toward your hotel room. Someone you did not know was watching you and had quietly hidden in the shadows observing your travel pattern for weeks. That was how he abducted and killed you—he was stalking you and appeared seemingly from out of nowhere. You never saw him coming and didn’t have a chance. 
     This young policeman would study pictures of you as you were before you were harmed, and gradually he fell in love with you. The more he learned more about you the harder he fell. He began to grieve your loss. The detective fell in love with your courage; he fell in love with your desire to entertain people. You sang songs that you actually composed yourself and they were so hopeful! You were striving to uplift people during those really hard economic times of the  Great Depression, when most people were truly suffering and many going hungry, unable to find work.
     Eventually this detective did solve your murder. Yet he was almost killed himself when he tried to apprehend your murderer.  Oh…I am seeing now that the killer was mildly schizophrenic. He was also somewhat psychic as schizophrenia sufferers often are. When the police detective approached the killer, your spirit was at your champion’s side and the killer saw you!
     At the sight of your spirit, the killer drew a knife and threw it at the police detective, barely missing. The policeman then shot him through the heart. At that moment the light tunnel opened up again, and you wisely went on into the light which takes all Souls on to friends and family in the afterlife where you were welcomed with love.
     Because you had remained in the area and helped this man solve your murder, he went on to become a very well-known police detective. Later he was hired in a bigger city in the 1940s, going on to make a name for himself as a great detective. He also wrote some semi-successful crime novels. His name had Jansen, Johnson, or something like that in it. The police officer who solved the murder is your husband now, Joseph. Because he fell in love with you, and because you stayed around and helped him to solve your own murder, in between lives you two decided to come back and have a lifetime together. The beauty of this lifetime was that he set your free so that your spirit could go on into the Light.  You decided to come back to be with him and resolve certain issues, including being a real partner with him instead of a fantasy.
     I have a feeling that as a couple, there is some sort of quality to your partnership having to do with justice, with bringing in fairness, or with problem solving, perhaps.  You two intended in this life to work on behalf of others somehow. I almost want to apologize to you for seeing that kind of difficult life first, but I am not in charge of this. It was very hard on me to see this one. 

     The guides are…your Guides and the Guardians of the Akashic Records want you to know that the reason that you experienced having been the victim of a serial killer was that it was karmic balancing for you. You had decided to do that in that particular lifetime as karmic balancing for lifetimes you had as a soldier. Yes…you had more than one lifetime as a soldier in which you followed orders even when you felt like you were doing the wrong thing.

Lois' Note: Much to my surprise, Michelle was neither upset nor sad about this violent past life. Instead, she was worried about me, due to my having been upset in seeing and being immersed in it. For herself, Michelle simply said this past life was the sweetest love story she had ever heard!

Monday, June 2, 2014

Herpes Permanently Healed after Akashic Records Readings

The following is an excerpt from my upcoming book, "Reincarnation: Past Lives and the Akaashic Records."

The Trouble with Screaming

This is a past life of five I saw for a middle-aged woman named Bree. She had several questions, none of which addressed her tendency to speak very loudly at times, but this past life seemed be dealing with that. It also had to do with a fear of striking out on her own which she had never mentioned to me at all. About five years after the reading Bree realized the most important thing that came from knowing about this one lifetime was not apparent to her at the time of the reading. It could only be seen in retrospect.

The following is a transcription of the reading which has been edited to use written syntax, rather than spoken syntax.

I begin:

"Once again, I am seeing another ancient culture of which we have no record. I cannot tell you how long ago it was, but it was long before recorded history. I see you as a woman living in a cave under…the entrance to the cave is under water. To get in and out of your home, you must swim in and out. This is some of the most gorgeous water I have ever seen. I have never seen water this color—it is bluish turquoise and as crystalline clear as anything. It is stunning, this deep small sea. The entrance to your home is in an idyllic cove surrounded by land yet connected to the sea.

The doorway or opening is about twelve feet below sea level. Everyone who lives anywhere around there resides underground in these caves—no one lives on the surface. I see that you have special swimming gear, and you slip on what looks like a mermaid tail—a tool that makes you swim faster. You pull it off when you get to the land where you go to hunt for meat. What meat was once was in the caves has long since been hunted out. You also want plants from the surface because you need food that has absorbed all that sunlight—which you do not get inside the caves. You are a woman hunting alone with a bow and arrow. This allows you to travel light. You carry a little pouch with food in it and a water bladder beaded intricately with a sacred geometry pattern imprinting your water. I don’t know why that is important, but it is. I think your people knew something about imprinting water with vibratory frequencies. The decoration is intricate and precise.

As you wander on the rocky land you are constantly at the ready with your odd-looking bow and arrow. Something darts out from behind a rock, and you shoot it. Stringing it up, you carry it on your back. This animal was about the size of a rabbit. Suddenly, somebody jumps out from behind a big rock and starts screaming at you. He is a big person, and no one you have ever met. He is from a race of people that you have never seen before. Apparently, he feels like these animals belong to him and maybe they are even pets. It seems he had been feeding them—so they were his property in his mind. He behaved as if you were trespassing when in fact your family had hunted there for many generations.

This man was trying to find a new place to settle down. For some reason he had to leave his civilization which was hundreds of miles away, and he brought his wife and two small children. They were just trying to survive. You did not back down the way he thought women were supposed to back down. In fact, you drew a bead on him—you pointed the arrow at him, and that made him even angrier. He lunged at you and missing the projectile, knocking you down. When you fell you hit your head which knocked you out. He carried you back to his camp. His wife was there, and when you woke up she was cleaning your wounds— trying to help you. Afraid you were being held captive, you started screaming and trying to escape. This desperate man finally tied your hands and feet. You would not stop screaming so he sewed your mouth shut because that is what they did where he came from. His wife was crying and begging him not to do it, but with a needle made from bone and with crude sinew from animals he had been collecting, he sewed your mouth shut fearing there were others with you and they would hear you. He knew no other way to silence you.

You never stopped resisting and kept squirming and making muffled noises.  He originally intended to let you go when he was sure that there was no one else around looking for you, but he did not know how to communicate with you. Finally, he decided to pack his stuff up to leave and just keep going, deciding this was not a place to settle down because even the women were dangerous. When they were all packed and ready to go, he took a big rock and hit you on the head, then dumped you into that body of water to drown so he would not be tracked.

The point of all of this seems to be that you still have residual fears regarding striking out alone because on that day, everything you knew was turned upside down. Your people had been hunting alone there for many generations. Women even hunted alone as it was your custom. Everything that happened was so foreign, so alien and such a shock. When you realized you were going to die, you thought, “I should not have been out here by myself. I cannot be alone. It is not safe.” This indicates there is some residual fear of being alone or traveling alone or maybe even living completely alone. This is coming up so you can integrate it so it will no longer affect you on any level.

Lois’ Note: Bree had never mentioned being afraid to travel alone, but looking back, I noticed she never did—even though she passionately loved to travel. Additionally, Bree was a person who had long-standing trouble with excessive fever blisters all over her mouth, face, nose and even her eyes ever since childhood. They happened frequently and were not only unsightly, but painful as well. They were mostly concentrated around her mouth. She was tortured by it and had never heard of anyone else having this kind of experience with herpes. I will say it did seem radical even to me. She had told me about that casually, not in the context of the reading. We knew each other socially, so I had heard her speak about the fever blister problem.

Bree reported something to me about five years after I did her reading.  She had realized after randomly re-listening to her reading one day why she had stopped getting fever blisters. She realized they had stopped right after that reading. However, it had never occurred to her to mention the healing to me. The only thing that now happens to her is that she will feel soreness around her lips at times, but they never become full-on blisters, they just hint at it and leave.  She had told her family years ago how odd it was the herpes blisters had just stopped happening, and she had no idea why. She did not make the connection to her past life reading until she felt guided to listen to it again after five years. Then the truth of it hit her right between the eyes, so to speak. She was sure the worst of the sores were in the spots where her mouth had been sewn shut, and the other places where she got them were probably where she had been hit on her head and face with the rock, since it was all part of the same traumatic experience that day!

Now I find myself wondering how many other things heal that people do not connect to their past life readings!

Friday, May 23, 2014

Children Who Remember Past Lives - Proof?

You just have to watch this to believe it. Such amazing details. A little boy named James finally convinced his parents at age four that he was a reincarnated WWII fighter pilot. His parents did not believe in reincarnation, either. This is a stunning interview with Chris Cuomo.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Three Year Old Identifies His Past Life Murderer

3-Year-Old Remembers Past Life, Identifies Murderer and Location of Body

A 3-year-old boy in the Golan Heights region near the border of Syria and Israel said he was murdered with an axe in his previous life. He showed village elders where the murderer buried his body, and sure enough they found a man’s skeleton there. He also showed the elders where the murder weapon was found, and upon digging, they did indeed find an axe there.
In his book, “Children Who Have Lived Before: Reincarnation Today,”German therapist Trutz Hardo tells this boy’s story, along with other stories of children who seem to remember their past lives with verified accuracy. The boy’s story was witnessed by Dr. Eli Lasch, who is best known for developing the medical system in Gaza as part of an Israeli government operation in the 1960s. Dr. Lasch, who died in 2009, had recounted these astounding events to Hardo.
The boy was of the Druze ethnic group, and in his culture the existence of reincarnation is accepted as fact. His story nonetheless had the power to surprise his community.
He was born with a long, red birthmark on his head. The Druse believe, as some other cultures do, that birthmarks are related to past-life deaths. When the boy was old enough to talk, he told his family he had been killed by a blow to the head with an axe.
It is customary for elders to take a child at the age of 3 to the home of his previous life if he remembers it. The boy knew the village he was from, so they went there. When they arrived in the village, the boy remembered the name he had in his past life. 
A village local said the man the boy claimed to be the reincarnation of had gone missing four years earlier. His friends and family thought he may have strayed into hostile territory nearby as sometimes happens.
The boy also remembered the full name of his killer. When he confronted this man, the alleged killer’s face turned white, Lasch told Hardo, but he did not admit to murder. The boy then said he could take the elders to where the body was buried. In that very spot, they found a man’s skeleton with a wound to the head that corresponded to the boy’s birth mark. They also found the axe, the murder weapon.
Faced with this evidence, the murderer admitted to the crime. Dr. Lasch, the only non-Druse, was present through this whole process.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

TISBA: The Indie Spiritual Book Awards

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We want to honor the great indie spiritual authors, and help their target audience find them.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Murder Coincidences? Or something else?

In doing research for my fourth book, and the second book on past lives, "Reincarnation: Past Lives and the Akashic Records," I have stumbled across many interesting stories. This one is particularly fascinating. ~ Lois

The Murder Coincidences As History Repeats Itself
by Mike Perry

This is a remarkable coincidence story that I haven't mentioned before. It features the murder of two 20 year old girls - but the killings were 157 years apart. Is this a case of history repeating itself or maybe even reincarnation?

It was May 27 1974, a May Public Holiday, and the semi-naked body of twenty year old Barbara Forrest was found in Birmingham, England on parkland.

In the evening Barbara had been out with her boyfriend to several pubs in the Birmingham city centre. Afterwards she made her own way home by the number 67 bus while her boyfriend caught a bus to take him home in another direction.

Barbara's body was found, just 500 yards from her home, in a shallow ditch beneath bracken. A murder investigation swung into action led by Detective Superintendent Mick Lenehan.

The problem was that no one remembered seeing her on the 67 bus. It turned out that her boyfriend left her at the bus stop, but didn't see her actually get on the bus.

The work by more than 100 detectives appeared to have eventually paid off when they arrested Michael Thornton and charged him with murder.

Seven days into Thornton's trial he was acquitted. The judge ruled that the evidence against him was only circumstantial.

Now we turn the clock back even further to 1817, still in Birmingham, again on the same May Public Holiday. There was another murder, that of twenty year old Mary Ashford.

Mary had been out to a pub, the Tyburn House Inn. As the evening finished she made her own way home. Her body was later found lying submerged in dirty water. She had been sexually assaulted.

A farmer was arrested for her murder. His name - Thornton. He was sent for trial and was deemed to be not guilty.

Mary Ashford was buried in Sutton Coldfield churchyard. The inscription read: "As a warning to female virtue and a humble monument to female chastity this stone marks the grave of Mary Ashford who on the twentieth year of her age having incautiously repaired to a scene of amusement without proper protection was brutally murdered on 27th May 1817."

If we look at the two murders there are many coincidences:

(1) Both Barbara Forrest and Mary Ashford had the same birth-date, though 157 years apart.

(2) They were 20 years old.

(3) They had both been sexually assaulted and then strangled.

(4) Their bodies were found in the same area - about 300 yards apart.

(5) Both bodies were found on the same day: May 27th - a Public Holiday.

(6) For both murders a man called Thornton was arrested and sent for trial.

(7) Both men were acquitted of the murders.

(8) The week prior to her murder Barbara Forrest is quoted as telling a work colleague, "This is going to be my unlucky month. I just know it. Don’t ask me why."

(9) The week before Mary Ashford was murdered she told her friend's mother that she had, "Bad feelings about the week to come".

Are these simply coincidences, as many will claim, or is there something much more to them? Did history repeat itself, maybe for a reason? Was Barbara a reincarnation of Mary? Did they both sense their deaths? There are so many questions, none of which we can answer with certainty.


Lois' Notes: I do not know if these are coincidence, though I doubt it, though they may exist to prove the existence of synchronicity to humanity by vividly demonstrating it. If they are just repeating cycles, we do not yet have the computing power to prove this kind of thing...there would have to be many more such instances at specific intervals to prove this is what that was, and not necessarily exactly 157 years apart.

These might be reincarnation examples, and then one would ask why would anyone incarnate to be murdered repeatedly? As I explain in my first book, "Akashic Records: Case Studies," people may reincarnate repeatedly to learn a single lesson. One lesson might just be discrimination, like when not to walk alone in the dark, or when to trust your gut when it says, "DANGER!" It might also be to learn not to be a victim by fighting back, or it might be something else entirely. This odd coincidence is definitely food for thought, though.

Mike Perry's website is:" 67 not out"

Sunday, June 30, 2013

UPDATE: The Wife Who Hanged Herself - Neck Pain

In an earlier post, "Share the Reading with my Wife?", I told of a man for whom I had done a past life reading whose paramour in France during the 1500s had hanged herself when she had become pregnant by him and then abandoned. He was an aristocrat, young and a bit of a rogue back then, and she a young, innocent a milk-maid wildly in love with him.

When he sent me feedback on the reading, he had said that his wife had horrible neck pain, and was even sensitive to having her neck touched to the point that a kiss on the neck or even the touch of a collar bothered her.  He wondered if he should share the reading with his wife. I answered that I believed he should, and that it might even affect a healing of her neck pain. The reading was last September.

This week I heard back from him; he wanted a phone Consultation so I did one for him. At the end I asked if he had ever told his wife of the past life of her hanging herself, and he replied that he had. He said he had urged her to get a reading from me as well. He told me that her chiropractor who could not get the neck pain to go away no matter what he did had also told her that she was probably decapitated or hanged in a past life, and that she should get some past life therapy if she truly wanted that neck to heal. The husband said sadly that her neck is still the same and she absolutely refuses to get past life therapy, but not because she does not believe in it. She does believe in it!  He was puzzled.

I replied that on some level she may know that there has been one or more massive traumas to her neck in many different lifetimes, considering that repetitive issues are not at all uncommon. I suggested that it might just be too much for her to confront this level of trauma at this point in her life.

Everyone is on their unique journey, on their own path to Enlightenment, and mine is not the same as yours, or his or hers. The challenge is to allow those close to us the undisturbed freedom to proceed on their own path, knowing that they have a life mission and Guides of their own.  It is in everyone's best interest that we allow others the space to proceed on their path unimpeded--in their own time and in their own way. This is one very selfless way of showing them how much we love them--honoring them with the freedom to proceed as they choose, trusting them and the Universe.