Telepathic Communication - Past Life In Egypt

After I had my first son I became very interested in Spirituality. He was the catalyst for my change overall as a person. I had never held tightly to anything or anyone, blowing in the wind as a lost soul does until they find their version of God. In meeting my now exes family my interest in the topics of Metaphysics and Spirituality was blown right off the hinges. I was invited on more than one occasion to meet several Spiritual Masters who are known very well by the public, in America and abroad. One such man was Indian Spiritual Guru, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. 

Being interested in Buddhism and interacting with Indian's from the Country, was life changing. Spirituality is their essence, and the warmth given off by these people was more than welcome in my life. Western Civilization is cold by comparison, lost in ego, vanity, fame, and money. The lifestyle everyone wants, quick, painless, and easy to achieve, but not without devastating personal loss on all levels. I found Sri Sri Ravi Shankar to be a lovely and humble soul, worthy of his leadership position in the Spiritual field. An experience had in his presence is what I will write about below.

The outdoor festivities were held at a small park in Ogden, Utah. The crowd was a moderate sized group, made up only of those who understood the excitement of having a Spiritual Master like Sri Sri Ravi Shankar speak to them personally. Real die hard spiritual people, the kind who scratch their head at a crowd being more interested in seeing the Kardashian/Jenner clan posing at the MET Gala. Nerds, if you will. Those who's lives have been so shattered, they are capable of seeing the light cast off by others with depth, lighting the way for them to escape the shallow death clutch of a Society that scoffs at the idealism of their very soul(s).

Indian food was brought in by every attendee, as was custom. Large amounts of foods with spices like Curry and Turmeric, sat on tables, making me hungry. I played with my son on the slide nearby until it was time to fill a plate. I wasn't polite as I topped my plate in heaps of the food I loved but rarely got to eat, but everyone insisted I take more. I was pregnant with my second son at that time, and they insisted I was eating for two. The aroma and taste of genuine home made Indian Cuisine filled my heart and stomach with satisfaction. And then it was time for the group to gather indoors to hear music and listen to the guest of honor speak.

Everyone clamored toward the front of the room, wanting to be near their homeland guru. I snuck into a seat in the back of the room. The music started and the group went wild, singing along, clapping, banging musical instruments together. The crowd was lively and joyful, nothing like Church here in the states is. I observed, my hands on my stomach as the growing baby inside of me began to toss and turn. He had clearly been awakened by the noise and was probably energetic due to his nourishment of Indian food. 

I was surprised when Sri Sri Ravi Shankar called me forward to sit right in front of him. My now ex mother in law took me by the arm, guiding me safely through the isles. I assume she must of mentioned me and the baby to him, and he wished to meet us. He took my hand and stared into my eyes, kindness and absolute love emanating from his spirit. I was the guest of honor in his eyes, in that moment, though everybody had really gathered there that day to see him. 

As he spoke, and the music continued, my eyes grew heavy. It became hard to hold them open. I felt myself slumping in my seat, and then I was out ...

I found myself in a dirt room underground, a tomb perhaps. I knew we were in Egypt. I was a man in my late twenties, dark skinned like the other men in my presence. We were waiting for a very important meeting with a tribe we had been long time enemies with and now wished to make peace with. We must have been soldiers of some kind, being that we were the ones willing to put our lives on the line.  

In reality my mother in law and Sri Sri Ravi Shankar began to notice my strange disposition. To them it would have appeared I was in a trance of some kind.

Soon the men we had been waiting for entered the tomb with us. We stood before them, filled with unease. These men terrified me. They were all abnormally tall and slim, and darker skinned then us. They shocked us and shook me to my core when they begin to speak to us through Telepathically, rather than in words. I became overcome with dread. I did not believe these were men, but something extraterrestrial. They were like us, but they were not like us at all. I found this type of communication obscene and I began to panic.

In reality I began speaking in a language that isn't a language I have ever spoken before. I was throwing a fit, terrified and trying to escape something or someone nobody else could see. It must have been a scene. 

Sri Sri Ravi Shankar approached me calmly. He held up three fingers and said, "by the count of three you will be back here in your body." He slowly counted and I begin to open my eyes, shaken and crying. He told me, "you are safe. You are here." They began to ask me what I saw. I tried to explain. I was a man, in a tomb, and there were these other men who weren't speaking, but they were ... 

People have asked me how to tap into their own past lives. To be honest, they just come to me. I haven't had to try to tap into the Akashic Records. I seem to be able to pull them up as I would pull up my Google Search. But I love any and all research done on this subject. I wish there were more of it being done. 

Despite being a Spiritual guru who has traveled his own strangely wonderful and fascinating path on his own journey, I know I spooked Sri Sri Ravi Shankar that day. I could sense it. I felt a bit like Nancy in the Nightmare on Elm Street saga, waking up from a dream where Freddy Krueger has been chasing her with his hand full of knives. 

I don't know what pushed me into that past life. Maybe it was the music. Or maybe it was being so close in proximity to another Spiritual Master. As an Empath I have spoken about the Empath/Amp combo before. An Empath is one thing. An Empath with an Amp is another. If you ever find yourself in this paradigm, you must be sure the Amp you're connected to is savory, because the risk otherwise can easily be turned into a nightmare coupling.

Namaste

*Writing this made me miss Sri Sri and hope I get to see him again once more while in body on this Earth.