Have you ever had one of those moments when you are sitting in the theater and something in a movie sparks the answer to a question you have been asking for as long as you can remember??? I had the most amazing yet ridiculous epiphany while watching of all things Mr. Peabody and Sherman with my son recently… It has been on my mind off and on since then…
When I was a little girl I would have this dream, well nightmare really… It came with another over and over again, I would go to my mother’s room in tears, and since she always locked her door, and slept very soundly I would sleep outside it until morning… I may have even told you about this dream before, I know that I have asked about it in dream seminars, and different things like that… The answers always seemed to lead to trust issues with my mother…
So here is what the dream was like; it had sand colored ground and a reddish tint to the sky a bit like dusk yet far more ominous, and there was this massive canopy style tent in the distance, and torches around it, no trees or bushes more like desert… There was a line of parents with children struggling to get away, weaving into the tent … The closer you got the louder the screams were that came from inside… I was with my mother, wriggling and crying, trying to get loose and she just kept saying it is for your own good * a term that to this day I do not do well with*… So as I would get almost to the front of the line I would see that they were removing their skin… And then I would wake up…
This dream always played out the same no real variation that I can or did at the time notice, and I had it a lot… So you could see why people would go to trust issues with the mother, and I will not tell I did not have them because if you know me at all you know that I do… However I have recently discovered through a cartoon of all things that this dream goes far beyond this life…
I had a friend a while back that we were exploring past life pictures and stories we could connect with… I remember telling her I had been in a seminar for past life readings where the lady tells those that ask snippets of a past life… Now she would come to the show twice a year and I attended her seminar twice a year apart… You should also know that you see the same people at shows like this over and over, there are people that I talk to at these shows, that I have no idea of their name and yet I have known them for years… So in this room the lady asked for volunteers, and both times I had volunteered and was chosen, along with some of the same people from the previous year… There had been many that I did not know or remember and several I did… She gave me just me, the same yet worded differently past life both times… I had been in china, and been a man with many wives that liked to argue and I didn’t seem to mind, apparently I like to smoke a lot of opium … Which was later in a completely different reading by someone completely different was the reason I have no tolerance for that type thing this life… Things that make you go hmmmm???
Anyway back to the original story, I told my friend this story and she started to tell one of her past life stories about having been in ancient Egypt as a young girl, and how she had been taken into a space at the top of a pyramid in which there was a gathering of priestesses … One very old, like extremely ancient one had apparated into the space and she was telling of the awe of this wise woman… As she told her story I would see it unfold like a movie, not just pictures the whole movie, I knew what she meant because I had been the old woman… This movie played out in more detail over the next few months, and I can tell you I have no doubt this was from another life…
So while sitting in the theater watching this movie there is a part in the movie when they are in ancient Egypt, and the young King Tut offers to have the skin removed of the boy that was annoying them… Honestly I have no words for the things that would come through at that moment… I watched the movie again *of the past life* and realized that I had had this happen in that life… That this dream was a carry over, from a past life had not ever occurred to me… When you look up this practice you find it was done in ancient civilizations when they wanted to discourage those who practice magic…
They call it flaying, they would remove the skin and hang it on the wall to remind you not to disobey their law… Or maybe I should be more specific they did it to witches…
This is from a site I found on this subject;
“In this author’s opinion, this was the most uncivilized method of torture and punishment practiced during the Middle Ages. Brutal to the bone, it involved removing the skin from the body of a still living prisoner.
Flaying was an ancient practice, inflicted on criminals, captured soldiers and ‘witches’ around a thousand years ago in places such as the Middle East and Africa. The victim was flayed alive as part of a public execution, after which the skin was nailed to the wall as a warning, so that others, would heed the lesson and never ever dare to defy the law.”
Anyways that explains why I have not felt the desire to visit Egypt this life, and I am not in any way happy to have artifacts of that age… Again things that make you go hmmm???