My Story: An Adventure - Exploring

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All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts...

William Shakespeare - As You Like It

Hello again

AN ADVENTURE

There were many things in my earlier life I could not understand.

EXPLORING

A YOUNG ARTIST

When I left Art College, I hired a painting studio and had a couple of exhibitions with artist friends. I was first influenced by Jackson Pollock, whom I loved a lot and still do. My work then was abstract and minimalist in black acrylic paint on white background and it was unusual. I had written some poetry on the horrors of War and that reflected in my painting. One large canvas was about a battle -  like 'Guernica' by Pablo Picasso, but in black acrylic splattered all over. Great dramatic effect. I visited many Art Galleries, favourite haunts of mine, and showed photos of my work to one Gallerist who admired it, but  thought I had mental problems !!!

A NATURAL BOND WITH SOLDIERS

I had this profound feeling for Soldiers which I could not explain. On one occasion, I went to a prestigious central Cemetery in Milan with a War section and got extremely emotional, to the astonishment of the Sexton, whom I had not seen and was quietly smoking a pipe observing me a few steps away. He must have thought it odd for a twenty year old to cry on the Remains of Soldiers who died in the Second World War! I hurried away in great embarassment.

A GREAT MYSTERY

Life then unfolded like a great, mysterious, Adventure. Everything was new, strange, exciting. I felt like someone just released from a convent, [and how true that was, having had countless lives in religious orders as I later discovered]. I had no idea of what life was all about and how to deal with it. 

A SPIRITUAL LEGACY FROM THE PAST

OUT-OF BODY EXPERIENCES

I was deeply interested in Spiritual matters and attended many workshops and development classes. I meditated five or six hours a day for a long period of time, and had out-of-body experiences. On one occasion, as I floated out of the body, I realized my connection was a silver-like-umbilical cord and if I broke it I would not been able to re-enter the body, which would then die. This has happened before, it is nothing new. Great Spiritual Souls - Saints, Popes [some relatives of mine in past lives] visited me. 

THE GREAT KUNDALINI EXPERIENCE

Two Sikh Guides, an old and a young one, followed me daily in my development of the Kundalini for decades. There is a lot of talk about Kundalini, but very few people have really experienced it or understand what it is and its dangers. They make it all look so easy and simple. It is a very dangerous, seismic, primordial, energy which needs to be approached very cautiously, not something to be tampered with by thrill-seeking amateurs or people unaware of the risks involved. 

A DEATH THREAT

Kundalini energy is so very powerful that can transform or destroy someone who is not ready to receive it. I reached a very high and dangerous point of development, the opening of energy channels through which the Kundalini energy flows, which is not the opening and closing of chakras before and after meditation, but something completely different and very, very, dangerous] and I had to stop, because although my Sikh Guides took very good care of me, I also needed guidance from a Guide in the flesh, a Guru, and I did not have one. The opening of one such channel brought about a Near Death Experience, which is separately described.

LIFE GOES ON

I carried on with my life until danger struck. I was diagnosed with cancer. I decided to turn this into an opportunity to stop  and take stock of my life. I was greatly aided in this by a devoted medium, who for a number of years channeled Advice from a Spirit Guide who lived at the time of Akhenaten -18th Dynasty,  Egypt, [c 1353-1336 BC] who was then a good friend of mine. She saved my life. Her advice and the conversations that we had are the subject of my first Book

'TEACHINGS FROM AMARNA  

AKHENATEN'S GOLDEN CITY' 

which is divided in 28 short  Chapters dealing with a multitude of subjects, like the Impact of Religion on the Animal World; Animal Rights; Animal Castration; Euthanasia, Communication with Animals.  Another Chapter is on Illness [Cancer, Moto Neurone; Alzheimers, and so on]. Another deals with Homosexuality; Paedophiles; Transsexuality.  Others with Climate Change; UFOs; Death and Dying. We discussed everything under the sun: Religion; Jesus, Virgin Mary, Mary Magdalene, the Turin Shroud. It also mentions some past lives which are dealt with in greater depth in my second book, Past Lives Revisited Remembering who We Really Are.

The Murder of Diana, Princess of Wales

Chapter 28 deals with famous people, like Mother Theresa, and Diana Princess of Wales and her last moments in that tunnel on that horrible night. It was not an accident. It was murder. I hope one day what I reveal in this book will be backed up by evidence, but there are too many interests at stake to make this a reality.  

I remember the shock and disbelief that morning when I woke up to the terrible news of her death. Diana was not perfect, no-one is, and her unusual charitable activities [especially those about landmines] made her many enemies.She knew she was in danger, although she was unaware of the real source of danger. She was not neurotic as some tried to paint her. She was a very attractive woman, but her strength and her beauty was her charisma, her compassion and empathy for the suffering of others.  

My Guide Keryaten told me she had, together with another extraordinary Human Being, Mother Theresa [who visited me many times in the past], part of the Divine Light and Vibration of the Virgin Mary which resulted in her unique Personality, just like Mother Theresa, who is here with me as I write this, her lined Face like the old trunk of a tree close to mine..  We too have something in common.

A Great Tragedy

The very great tragedy of Diana's death was that she could have been saved, if there had not been too much purposeful delay. She witnessed all that happened that night, she could not have been allowed to  live and tell all. To this day, I cry when I think about Diana. I will never forget her. She truly brought something to our lives. I will never forget her. She came to me a few times, also during the day, when I least expected her. She surprised me early one afternoon, when I left the shopping center in Hammersmith, London, as I turned back my head there she was looking at me, sunshine in her eyes, as if to remind me that we were meant to work together, but  many things in life got in the way [especially health issues] and I was not able to devote my time to her. It is still a possibility, now that I have completed these books.

Diana

There is a beautiful image of Diana which I find inspiring and uplifting. In a Circle we were given a beautiful red rose, with petals perfectly shaped and arranged in perfect circle, so beautiful and perfect that at first I did not think it was real. We were asked to meditate on it. I gradually saw a shape of Light emerging in front of me and to my great surprise Princess Diana emerged from that Light. She was very young, with long masses of blond hair in the style she wore when William and Harry were boys, wearing a flowing, pale blue/green dress. She looked radiant. She drew closer and closer and I merged with the greenness of her dress. I was totally engulfed by her presence and thought she may want to speak. I was totally bewildered by this extraordinary Visitation. Diana was once described as an 'English Rose' how appropriate. She came to me while holding that beautiful flower, a beautiful woman in the full bloom of her youth, with perfect, dewy complexion and soft, velvety blue eyes and soft face, wearing a tiara and diamond earrings. She was stunning. [2017]

My second Book,

'PAST LIVES REVISITED

REMEMBERING WHO WE REALLY ARE

deals with clearing Karmic Trauma and Karmic Grief. This wonderful Guide helped me understand the cause of sudden anxieties, panic attacks, fears, restlessness, nightmares, binge eating and - at one time - drinking,  suicidal thoughts, which were destroying my health and my life and which I could not control. It was my legacy from my past as a Soldier. She told me this was beyond my power and was due to the uncertainty of not knowing what was happening in my life from one moment to the next: would I be still alive two seconds from now? When fighting on a Battlefield this is a painful reality, sometimes hard to accept whether at the time or in retrospect. 

A Bullet With a Name On It

I remember a WWII Veteran once said he was alive, while his Companions were Dead, because no Bullet had his name on it. In my case, with very few exceptions, if any, they all had. She explained  I was suffering from an Overload of Karmic Trauma and Karmic Grief accumulated through countless Lives and Deaths as a Soldier through Wars of All Time. Of this I was totally unaware, although, as I said earlier on, I always felt a natural affinity with Soldiers [I was one of them] whom I saw around me most of the time, even when on holiday, and this made me very happy as I loved them and still do. I never felt alone when they were with me, I enjoyed their company.

Deep diving into over two hundred past lives 

Discovering lives on other Planets

I needed to clear this negative Karma and was told that this was the primary goal of this life. I became aware of the pioneering work  of Dr. Roger J Woolger and his Past Life Regression Therapy which is a far deeper, hands-on investigation, than a simple Regression. It inspired me to deep-dive into my unconscious as a full-time occupation for many years, and revealed and removed many hidden traumas and unsuspected grief, greatly improving my health and ultimately saving my life. This work is still ongoing.

In this Book, I investigate over two-hundred Past Lives, some from other Galaxies to Earth and through all Historical Periods, many several times over, because of the difficulty of bringing them up to the conscious mind. The greater the trauma, the greater the resistance of the trauma to reveal itself. Also, these investigations, which can last up to three hours each and can be very informative or very sketchy, can be very traumatic in themselves, and their after- effects can last for weeks, even months,  keeping one in a state of constant agitation and 'unwellness', meaning one is not really ill  [although sometimes one is] but not well either. It made my life even more difficult than it was already over a very long period of time, though I persevered because I knew it was necessary for me to become unstuck from a spiritual frame of pain and suffering which prevented me from enjoying my life and move forward to a new Chapter.

Navigating Death and the Afterlife

I also went  many times into the experience of Death - and After-Death, [especially the last thoughts which are so very important in creating the 'tone' of the next Incarnation] in many of these lives, though not always possible when Death was extremely traumatic. In some lives I managed to remove these traumas, clearing a lot of negative Karma, in others I could not because their pain and shock are too deep and surrounded by a veil which protects me. 

Discovering Tutankhamun  [reigned 1333 - 23 bce]

This was the case with one very special Life in Egypt which still affects me today, at the time of Akhenaten when my Guide and I were friends. I was Ankhesenamun [though my Egyptian name was not this, it started with an 'R' and was equally long, if not longer - I saw it in my mind's eye but could not write it down]. I was married to Tutankhamun, we were Soulmates, we were brother and sister through different mothers as was the royal custom, we were very happy and looked forward to a long life together with children and a family. But all that was taken away from us. The shock of his death must have been horrendous. 

For many years I tried very hard to penetrate that Life and could not do so. A wall without a door stubbornly impeded my progress. Quite recently and out of the blue, this wall was removed and I was allowed to access extensive information on that Life which I never dreamed possible before.This was done in a very subtle way. I was emotionally removed from it all, as if it that Life belonged to someone else. If this had not been the case, the horror of that tragedy would have destroyed me. This is the wonderful way in which Spirit operates, always mindful of one's wellbeing. However, I still cannot see Tutankhamun's face as he was in life, because it would bring back memories which I would not be able to cope with. All I see is his mortuary golden mask from his funeral, the last thing I saw of him, which is imprinted in my soul. I doubt I will ever be able to see his real face in this life. 

A Young but Powerful Determined Man

A Statesman in the Making

Something I wish to clear about the common perception of Tutankhamun, the 'boy king' as many [who do not know him] insist on calling him. He was not a boy, though young in years, he was a very mature person, a man who led his warriors in battle from the front with his generals, a commanding and awe-inspiring presence, he had a lion's courage and was not afraid of anything. Who knows what he might have become if he had lived, a great conqueror and a great statesman perhaps. He certainly had the qualities, the intelligence, and the vision of a great man.

His Own Master

He was not someone's puppet either. He was his very own Master and knew what he was doing. He had his own policies, his very own political agenda. He was over 6 ft tall and very beautiful, a commanding Presence wherever he went. Even his Mummy, what is left of him today, reveals traces of this ancient beauty, if one goes beyond the physicality of it, one can catch a glimpse of it, of what he once was. 

Not a Boy

Alexander the Great succeeded his father Philip II in 336 BC when he was 20 years old, one year older than Tutankhamun when he died and who acceded the throne at age 7 years, but was much more mature in his mind than that. He came into his life with the full package of his policies which he started to implement there and then. This might have been the case with Mozart and his musical genius. Carrying it through from a previous life. As for the 20 year old  Alexander, who  fought his father's wars with him from a very young age - one could say he grew up on his father's saddle -  he immediately embarked on vast scale military campaigns which took him to Western Asia and North East Africa [he later became a Pharaoh]. He too was very young, but nobody calls him 'boy' Alexander. The fact is, people grew up very quickly in those days, and a 14/15 year old today cannot compare with a ruling monarch of the same age in Egypt 1334 - 1325  BC.  

A Sportsman

Another myth is that Tutankhamun was a weakling, a disabled, deformed man who could not walk without a stick. This makes me laugh, or cry perhaps. Nothing could be further from the truth. Tutankhamun was a sportsman, he rode chariots with two horses for speed, which he loved. Today, he would drive a Ferrari or a Lamborghini. Not to mention the facial reconstructions by 'experts' and their grotesque results. How can they do them with a straight face? He was a very beautiful, healthy and energetic man who I still miss and will miss forever, although he has been close to me in this life many times.

A Love that Never Dies

I am the Light

You in the Shadow

In the Darkness

Will only see Me

Who am I?

I am the One you loved most

I will wait for you

When you close your eyes

Look inside yourself

And you will find me there

My Love

My Joy

It is the world that awakens

And I am the Light

That opens your eyes

Now and every morning

And when your day is over

I will always be there

With you

My Love

Your Faith

The Sky is not azure

There are no clouds

Nor shape or colour

It is only Transparency

Between Two Worlds

I am your Sky

My Sweet Love

Tonight, give me the Gift

Of your Smile

Because I brought you

Some Joy

Sweetheart

With Love

I am with you

Always with you

You are not alone

I was

I am

I will  be

With you

Tutankhamun [August 2000]

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The Murder of Tutankhamun

I also describe in detail how Tutankhamun died, how he was murdered, what happened in the aftermath of his death, the frantic preparations for his embalming, for his funeral, my own life in great danger, my hurried marriage to Ay, and all the anguish and the heartbreak at the Royal Palace until the situation normalized, Horemheb took the throne, and I married again after Ay's death. 

Same people Many Roles

One final thought about Tutankhamun before I move on to our Father, Akhenaten. In our lives [past, present, and future] we are always surrounded by the same people we knew then, although there are new Souls incarnating on Earth all the time. It is like the same actors appearing in different roles, again and again in different lives. Just like Clint Eastwood in different films. 

Five or six years ago, I was waiting for a train to London on a station in Essex, which was full of schoolboys and girls and I was startled by the sight of a beautiful 15 year old boy, whom I saw by profile, who looked exactly, and I mean exactly, like Tutankhamun. I could not take my eyes off him, and resisted the temptation to go and stare at him directly. I did not want to embarrass him. It was incredible. That has remained with me. It was a gift from Heaven to see him again, even though we were in different circles and different ages in our lives and could not be together.

Death of Akhenaten [c. 1353 - 1336 or 1351 - 1334 BC tenth ruler of the Eighteenth Dynasty]

 and Nefertiti his Royal Wife

I also reveal how Akhenaten and Nefertiti died, the Famine, Plague, Rebellion which struck the Empire, and the love that bound Akhenaten to Nefertiti. How Catherine Parr [Henry VIII's last true love] died and her last words; Horatio Nelson; Charlotte Bronte, her genius and her sad, tragic death in the prime of her life.

Catherine Parr 

Catherine Parr [1512-1548] was Queen of England and Ireland as the last of the six wives of Henry VIII from their marriage in 1543 until Henry's death in 1547 and outlived him by a year and eight months. With four husbands, she is the most-married English queen. She was the first woman to publish an original work under her own name in English in England. She was on very good terms with Henry's three children: Mary, Elizabeth, and Edward, and was personally involved in the education of Elizabeth and Edward. She was influential in Henry's passing the Third Succession Act in 1543 that restored his daughters Mary and Elizabeth to the line of succession to the throne. Catherine was appointed regent from July to September 1544 while Henry was on a military campaign in France and if he lost his life, was to rule as regent until Edward came of age. When he died, she became guardian to her stepdaughter Elizabeth. About six months after Henry's death in 1547, Catherine married her fourth and final husband, Thomas Seymour, 1st Baron Seymour of Sudeley. The marriage was short-lived, as she died in 1548 due complications of childbirth. Her funeral was the first Protestant funeral in England, Scotland or Ireland to be held in English [Wikipedia]   

Charlotte Bronte

Charlotte Bronte [1816-1855] was an English novelist and poet, the eldest of three Bronte sisters who survived into adulthood and whose novels became classics of English literature. She was the last to die of all her siblings. She became pregnant shortly after her marriage in 1854 and died in 1855, almost certainly from hyperemesis gravidarum, which causes excessive nausea and vomiting. [Wikipedia]

Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland [1819 - 1901]

Princess Alice of the United Kingdom, third child and second daughter of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert [1843 - 1878]

John Brown [JB] Queen Victoria's favourite servant rumoured to have been her lover or husband

[Wikipedia]

Victoria, JB, Alice

A  long Chapter on Queen Victoria, at her sorrow at Albert's death, her difficult relationship with her children, her hunger for control and domination of the lives of those close to her, and how they tried to escape this bondage, but also of her loneliness and despair at having to face her future alone, without the man she loved. A complex human being. Her power over all her children and Alice, who from a very young age became her secretary, her confidante, her rock, and ultimately resented her and broke away from her. The love that bound Alice to her father and her distress at his death, and her disappointment with her life, with her marriage, with what she would have loved to be, like me in this life: free. She would not have married, but would have become a doctor. That was never to happen in that life. and it did not happen in mine, as I did not study medicine, despite great interest in it. But there is still a lot of Alice in me, as of so many other incarnations, she lives on in myself.

Straight from the Heart- Confessions

Both Victoria and Alice are surprisingly very open-hearted, eager to  reveal their innermost thoughts, regrets, ambitions. It is staggering. Victoria is here, behind my shoulders overlooking what I write. To put some minds at rest, I will say that Victoria did not marry JB, though she would have loved to. She was greatly upset and hurt by her son's, and some courtiers', reactions to her intimacy with JB, which was always very proper. He brought her some much needed relief and solace from her long-lasting sorrow at Albert's death, some pleasure and happiness in the loneliness of her life. Her rift with the Prince of Wales was healed only on her deathbed, when for the first time she acted like a mother to her son, revealing her love for him which brought tears to his eyes. 

A  Need to Control

Victoria and Albert loved their children, in a very possessive way, expecting them to fulfil their ambitions. But then, this happens all the time, with most parents. I was very fortunate in this life that I had two wonderful, wonderful parents who respected my wishes and never interfered with my decisions and what I wanted to do.  I miss them terribly to this day, and feel the time I spent with them in my infancy and adolescence was and is the best of my life. They are always with me in Spirit, but I miss their physical presence, the inability to give them a hug, to kiss them, although I always tell them that I love them and miss them.

Wilfred Owen [1893 - 1918 English Poet and Soldier]

A Spokesman for His Soldiers

Many other lives are reported, including a long Chapter on the Poet Wilfred Owen, his suffering and that of his Soldiers, his Disappointment, his Regrets, his Fall from Grace when he first killed another Human Being in action, his Disenchantment with the policy makers of his time, with the Beliefs he grew up with; his great love for his Mother, who sustained him in the most desperate moments of his short life; his acceptance of a death on the the battlefield, but also a desire for experiencing more of the good things in life. I had long conversations with him, to help him express his pain, his regret at not having lived longer and enjoy life more fully. He is very bitter. The fact that he lives on in me, does not diminish the frustration of not having lived a life of his own then, at that time. That is irreplaceable and something he has missed out forever. There will never be another Wilfred Owen.

A Gay Question  

Was he gay? No, he was not. Sorry to disappoint some who came up with theories and would-be explanations. Wilfred got very annoyed when I mentioned this: 'Did they know me? Did I know them?' a mixture of bitterness and regret. He did not live long enough to experience life in full. He was like a Chrysalid which never turned into a Butterfly, although he achieved extraordinary status in his short life. I am sure he will come to me again, in my future regressions, he is always with me anyway, he lives on in me as we are One and the Same. His Soul is not at peace, parts of it are still on the battlefield where he died.

Battle of Midway [1942]

Marines and Japanese Soldiers

I discovered two Past Lives fighting the Midway Battle: as a Marine and as a Japanese Officer. They had a horrible death. Interestingly, they both came to the same conclusion: they did not want to be there, the Japanese [from a long line of Samurais] even going as far as questioning his loyalty to the Emperor, an extraordinary thing for an old-style Japanese. I wonder how many other Americans and Japanese felt like that? More than I can possibly imagine, I am sure.     

The Vietnam War [1955-1975]

The Vietnam War lasted twenty years with more than 3 million people dead who did not need to die, of whom more than half Vietnamese civilians, and over 58K Americans plus 1K missing, spanning five Presidencies: Harry Truman, Dwight Eisenhower, John Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon, and their Commander, General William Childs Westmoreland. They callously sent these men to their deaths knowing that the war could not be won, and was not won by either side, on the pretext of stopping Communist infiltration in Asia, as a result of the Cold War with Russia. 

An Eye-Opening Documentary

There is a fantastic 10 part, 18-hour documentary series which I do not regret watching even if it kept me stuck on front of the telly for hours at a time, The Vietnam War which took ten years in the making, featured on PBS America recently, by Ken Burns and Lynn Novick, with rarely seen and digitally restored archival footage from sources around the world, photographs by the most celebrated photojournalists of the 20th Century, historic television broadcasts, home movies, secret audio recordings from inside the Kennedy, Johnson, and Nixon administrations which reveal how little these men cared for their Soldiers, and how much they cared for themselves and their re-election to the presidency. Power corrupts, we see it all the time.

A Senseless War

This documentary reveals the ruthlessness, the callousness, the criminal indifference of all these politicians and their commander, William Childs Westmoreland, for the suffering of their Soldiers and their Families, Soldiers they considered not humans, but fodder to feed a senseless war which achieved nothing and eventually ended in 1975, because of public outcry which forced the Nixon administration to remove the troops from Vietnam, otherwise, it would be still going on today. I was disgusted at how very bad all these men in authority were, worse than I ever imagined. This is nothing new, both at the present time and in the past. Governments do not give a hoot about people. Politics is a dirty business. It always has been and always will be. It is not about people, it is about power and control. Lying and deceit are part of the game. I felt particularly involved as I recently discovered a past life as a young Vietnamese Soldier and as a Marine both fighting the Vietnam War. 

What I learnt from my Past Lives

Without doubt, the discovery of these Lives has made me more aware of my Spiritual Legacy, helped me to understand myself better, acknowledging the various spiritual layers and realities that are the essence of my Soul and who I am now. Also, understand what I did not understand before - my reactions to various situations, my beliefs, my likes and dislikes, my fears - releasing a lot of anxiety and ill-health, and a greater understanding of the complexities of Life in all its dimensions and forms. A new, more mature, person has truly been born.

The Legacy of this Book

A remarkable opportunity to observe the progress of a Soul on Earth, in all its variety and complexity and the continuity of Life. An uplifting and inspiring story of triumph over adversity, of determination to heal hidden, unconscious, past life traumas and grief and move on with one's life. A must read. 

Another extremely traumatic life  is the subject of my third Book, 

REMEMBERING KATYN

MEMORIES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE

This is the third book in this series, which is preceded by a short historical background on the disappearance of 22,000 Polish POWs  in Soviet Concentration Camps during WWII, at a time when Poland was a Russian Ally, and showing the events leading to the Massacre in Katyn Forest of 4,000  Officers and Civilians at  the hands of the NKVD in 1940 and the exhumations which followed, which so much upset the Dead.

Giving a Voice to the Dead

I channeled a former Incarnation of mine, Adrian Wojciech Moszynski, a Polish Officer who died in those terrible circumstances and was eager to share his story [and that of his fellow Officers who died with him] so that they may not be forgotten. It is my hope that this book will revive their memories and so they will live again. We only really die when nobody remembers us.

The writing

This is a most powerful  and beautiful Poem which reminds me of Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. A visionary work. 

A Concentration Camp

It was conceived in the early 1940s when Mozynski and others were POWs in Soviet Concentration Camps and describes their frustration, despair, and hope against hope of going back to Poland, to their families, to their loved ones. Also their feelings as they were driven in trucks to a desolate Forest, devoid of life, of birds' songs, of flutter of wings, of naked trees like discarnate hands reaching the sky, one early winter morning, not knowing at first what was going to happen, but soon discovering the frightening truth of their imminent violent death by men 'made of stone, Sphinx' no longer human beings. 

A Lack of Feeling

It also describes their anger at being handled disrespectfully at the many exhumations which took place in the Forest when the Nazis took it over, at their most precious treasures - their loved ones' letters, photographs, even a cinema ticket in Warsaw emerging from the soil to indifferent eyes and hands, 'their beating hearts' and their only link to a life they loved and lost, their sorrow and regret at being 'a heap of old bones', no longer living beings, no longer men.There is a lot of despair and sadness, but also love for life, and a parting message of hope, and renewal at the sacredness of Life, with beautiful, poetic images and words.

Another Life

There is also a description of another life as a Polish Officer, Tadeus Makiovich, who died in 1939-40 in Russia in another Concentration Camp, but I am not sure whether it was Ostakhov, Kozelsk, or Starobelsk. Another tragedy.

DISCOVERING AND HEALING PAST LIVES SERIES

These Books give an extraordinary insight into the making of human life on Earth, confirming that some of our Ancestors came from other Galaxies, and that proponents of these theories were right: I was one of them and I did not come alone. They also offer a window of understanding into the workings of Karmic Laws and the Eternal Cycle of Life, Death, the Afterlife, Reincarnation and Rebirth. Nothing is fixed, not even Karma. Change is the only Constant in Life and Death, and in the Universe around us. 

'There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.'     William Shakespeare, Hamlet 

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