Yesterday, I found a trapped emotion in my liver, having been alerted to it by a consistent stabbing pain in the same area. It turned out to be “unworthy”. When I wondered why, the knowledge suddenly was just there.
After removing the last of my trapped emotions, my clairvoyance (films and images in my head) increased and I started seeing these images almost daily. The most startling for me, was seeing movies of my clients’ past lives, which suddenly just started coming to me without searching for them. Occasionally, I will come across inherited trapped emotions in people I work on (emotions passed on through conception) and though I was taught in the Emotion Code course, that past life emotions do come up occasionally, I guess I really wasn’t expecting it. After all, I had delved into the Akashic records a few months back and assumed that that time was over and passed.
Imagine my surprise while working on a client one day, when a movie suddenly started playing in my head after identifying the trapped emotion as “shock”.
It was hazy; like standing outside a window and trying to see in, but the window is a little dirty and the glass not the best quality, so all you can see are colors and undoubtable shapes, but no details of faces.
I saw a struggle inside a home. It was dark. I knew it was the middle of the night. I saw heavy, wooden chairs laying on their sides and smaller indistinguishable, items lying haphazardly around.
I saw a man desperately struggling with a group of other men and a flash of a woman in a nightgown being forced toward the front door.
Then the scene grew quiet and I saw the man who had struggled, collapse into sobs.
I knew this was my client’s past life and the even weirder thing was, I knew it was sometime in the Middle Ages. Felt it had something to do with the wars between the Catholics and Protestants.
When I asked my guides, I heard “Spain”. I asked the year, but this was a bit harder, as time (and even names) don’t matter in the world of guides and angels. The best estimate I could get was 1345AD. When I looked it up later, it verified that this time was indeed the time of the Spanish Inquisition. Many Protestants were tortured and killed by the Catholic Church during this time.
I was nervous about sending my client the session notes but I did anyway. Luckily, when I shared this past life with my client, they were pleasantly surprised and thanked me. (Whew! 😅).
Since then, the movies and images have just kept right on coming. I’ve been shown more past lives and even saw the wife of the Spanish man, in manacles, in a straw-filled cart. This life was the past life of my previous client’s wife.
Well, this was all marvelous to me but it also felt surreal and I kept thinking “Why would this happen to ME? My daughter is amazing but I’m just this dorky little healer, empath chic. I don’t know if I deserve this kind of gift.”
This was how the “unworthy” came to be stuck in my liver and as I sat there contemplating this, I suddenly saw another film in my mind and it sucked the breath out of me.
I was standing in a thick crowd of people. They were excited and angry and were shouting at two people on a stage.
I couldn’t see any of these people well, especially the ones on stage but I KNEW. I knew as clearly and as strongly as if I were really standing there in that crowd, in that body.
I was a woman and one of the men on the stage was my closest friend. He was being accused of terrible things. They were going to kill him! This can’t be happening! Why does the crowd hate him so much? How can my friend stand there so calmly while they rage at him, saying all manner of untrue things?!
And I knew who this man was and I knew who I was…
Jesus and Mary Magdalene.
In a flash I also recalled a conversation between my close friend, Liz and myself. She had told me that she felt Mary Magdalene, who she worked with often, was most likely connected to me somehow. I hadn’t paid all that much attention to her comment at the time.
As I sat there, the scene of the crowd still fresh in my mind, I felt overcome with emotion and cried for a couple minutes, my head in my hands.
My daughter Kiani, who had been playing on her phone, sat bolt upright and asked what was happening.
I explained as best I could and then I felt a presence near me.
It was Mary Magdalene. I felt her trying to tell me something and though I didn’t hear her words, I felt the knowledge of them.
Her life was being shown to me, not because she was a past life, but because I carried her soul memories; her “imprint”, as the famous past life hypnotherapist, Dolores Cannon calls them.
When we incarnate, we sometimes take on the memories of people who have once lived, in order to cause us to be drawn to activities and knowledge that are vital in our current lives.
Suddenly, Kiani spoke up.
“There’s someone to your left. I can see one shoulder and their neck.”
I explained to her about Mary.
She nodded.
“I can see one arm now. She’s kneeling down next to you and has her hand on your arm.”
Mary went on to explain that she wanted to help me with The Emotion Code and if I wanted to, all I had to do was ask for her during sessions and she would be there. She said that Jesus taught her a lot about healing when they were on this planet. She said that unbeknownst to most people, Jesus went out of his way to empower women. He didn’t just heal people. He taught others how to heal themselves; to heal their hearts and emotions and help heal others. She said that The Emotion Code is so important and she was here to empower ME, if I would let her.
I told her I most definitely would love her help and thanked her profusely.
Then she said one more thing before she left.
“Tell Liz hello and that I love her.”
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