Sometimes life is wild. At least for me. I had an encounter with another human being recently that was overwhelming to say the least. We had a strong connection. Talked until late in the night. Exchanged a rare first date kiss that was incredible. And then it was over. Additional communication was exchanged but I noted how the exchange both that night and subsequently drew a lot out of me and he gave up very little. He seemed inquisitive like he was trying to figure me out. He didn’t want to stop talking or engaging on that first encounter. And I was experiencing it like I had no control to stop the train. Overwhelming magnetic attraction. He never asked me out again but would engage if I initiated conversation. It wasn’t logical.
It is a past life connection. These can feel like sexual attraction to me – it’s a pull on my energy in such a strong way that my root chakra is fully activated and that translates to sexual energy for me. but I’ve learned not to trust it. Or mis read it. It’s not a romantic connection. Although powerful.
I also found myself actualized by this other person in a way that felt abundant. I could tell that he has been playing small. That together we would do something big. But it also felt like playing with fire. Throwing caution to the wind and lighting a fuse that could explode.
And of course now that I fully realize who he is. Or rather who he was in my past life. In Helen’s life – I recognize that we did light that fuse together once. And there was an explosion – of the tabloid industy and a death to both of our lives. Mine physically and his socially.
When we spoke on that first date he mentioned his birthday. I remember double checking it with him. Like I needed to note it. It was important. I had this feeling about it, like oh you’re that guy. Born on that day. But I couldn’t consciously remember why it was important in the moment. I just felt prompted to pay attention to it.
Yesterday I was telling a new person in my life about Helen’s story and about how I solved her murder. Because I was her and I was there being murdered and although the truth was lost to history, as her reincarnation I knew I could access her memories and speak for the dead and the falsely accused. And then something clicked. I pulled up my notes and checked the death date of Richard, he died August 8, 1855. August 8th. Lionsgate.
This man that I had met is the one who was falsely accused of her murder. His current life birthday is his prior persona’s death date. Give or take a hundred years. He is probably terrified of me on some unconscious energetic level. He was very engaged in conversation with me on our first and only date. But also I’m sure he had a Danger light bulb flashing in his subconscious. My death in his prior life caused him to live a lifetime of excile in Texas at a time when life in Texas wasn’t very sophisticated. I also have past life memories of encouraging him to take career and business risks which likely led to him being framed for my murder. Had he not known me then he wouldn’t have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Those feelings of regret are probably so intertwined in his unconscious memory of me that I can only imagine the resistance the would feel about knowing me again. I also must believe that seeing my soul alive somehow was an answer to many prayers he must have prayed while he was on trial for my untimely death. Funny, at the end of our date I was giving him sage career advice. Some patterns are very strong. We were definitely on repeat.
In that past life Helen’s murder spawned a firestorm and birthed the tabloid industry. In this life he works for a non profit that puts the lives back together of the victims who survived Maui’s firestorm that occurred on 8/8/23. There is something deeply karmic about this man’s life that is still enmeshed in events from his last incarnation.
For me – it’s one more piece of the puzzle. One of the last main characters in Helen’s life that I had not yet met in this lifetime. It feels like a great honor to have had this brief and powerful exchange. To walk through life meeting old souls that we’ve shared so much experience with and also that we’ve just met is so, I don’t know, magical. To run into old friends and bring their familiarity into conscious awareness through the veil of forgetting we encounter at re-birth. That’s alchemy. That is how we make amends with the past so that it no longer has a hold over us.
I sent a note through to him. In the spirit of being authentic and full of integrity, I offered to share what I know if he is open to past lives. He is not. I let him know that I respect and understand that perspective. And that I am happy to have met him. I apologized for my initial mis-understanding of our energy, and wished him well on his current life path. So much compassion for his journey. And mine.
Fully grateful for my awareness and spiritual connections on this planet. Life is Magic. the matrix is real and every once in awhile I have this amazing opportunity to wake up in the matrix. Of course today is 9/11 a spiritually significant time for me and a portal time related to closures and the meaning of 999. Full circle.