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The Story of Reincarnation through my eyes
by Stephanie Bell
I don’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t have past life recall. As a little girl I remember being frustrated that none of my dresses came long, with petticoats and cinched in waists. I was born in Australia but I used to ask when we would go back to England where I knew I’d been before and where I knew I would be returning to.
We did go on a holiday here when I was nine and I recall that every time we stopped somewhere that I would be excited to think that this could be the place where I could recall what I didn’t understand then were actually a mixture of several lifetimes: music from gatherings around fires, rolling green hills, galloping horses, a large stately home, a knowing that I had drowned in a very cold, grey sea, a sense of a mystical past.
My over-riding memory, though was at the death of someone I loved and whose death I had wanted desperately to prevent. I had always felt a powerful sense that there was a time or a place when someone was dying and I was unable to push my way through to help them and was unable to save them, although I could never identify where this had been, or who I was, only that I was a woman.
When I turned 13, I was introduced to spiritual healing and found that it was easy to allow this energy to flow through me and loved the connection I felt to Spirit which I was becoming more and more aware was around me everywhere. I was given books by 2 different American Indian spirit guides, Silver Birch and White Eagle, who explained about reincarnation and confirmed what I already knew: that we come back time and again to create, to learn and to love.
Years went by and as happens with everyone, I found many things to distract myself with, from marriage to children to travelling the world before finally I was able to settle here in the UK, where I know is home for me and at last truly listen to the voice of my own Higher Self calling me to do the work I came here in this lifetime to do. Although I loved to be able to do spiritual healing, it was a path I didn’t feel called to pursue, choosing instead to follow a path into media and journalism.
To cut a long story short, once my Guides had moved everything into place, things took off at quite a pace. I was introduced to other members of what I now know are from my Soul Group, a gathering of people who have been incarnating on this planet since it was created. When you meet your Soul Family, or even people you have been with in so many lifetimes there is a profound sense of completion, an understanding of one another and an ability to cut out alot of the usual things it takes to do to truly get to know someone again. And then the work begins. The clearing out of Karma. The often profound pain that comes from not only re-connecting with someone else but also with yourself again. This is in a sense to waking up from a deep sleep to find you’ve been lying in such a way that you’ve deprived parts of your body blood supply so while the circulation is coming back, it’s uncomfortable and it hurts. Once you are fully awake and aware again, life is filled with joy.
While in the process of rediscovering my Soul Family, I began to read again, anything I could get my hands on, about reincarnation and past lives. In the years since I had first began to read the channelled works of the Native American Guides, many more books had been published and there was now a wealth of information available. I ‘happened’ to pick up one of Dolores Cannon’s books and didn’t stop reading until I had read 5 of her books in quick succession. Dolores Cannon is the World’s foremost Past Life Regression Hypnotherapist. She began her work, as many did back then, as a hypnotherapist working to help people to give up smoking or to lose weight. One day, one of her subjects spontaneously regressed into another lifetime that this woman had no conscious recollection of and this was the beginning of what was to be an amazingly successful career that has so far spanned more than 40 years, lead to the publishing of 15 books to date as well as the launching of her own publishing company, named for her home in Arizona, Ozark Mountain, as well as thousands of people flocking to see her everywhere she goes, many who travel thousands of miles for a chance to have a regression with Dolores.
After reading all those books, I knew I had to go and see her too so I contacted her organisation hoping to hear that she was coming to speak in the UK. She was – but it was me who ended up organising for her to speak at a lecture in London to an audience of nearly 200 people. I was then very fortunate to join her on her Intensive Training Workshop afterwards to learn from Dolores her unique hypnosis technique which she uses not only to regress people but facilitate healing by enabling them to identify the often in explicable causes of many illnesses and to release them.
Dolores teaches by example so we were all very excited to find out who she would choose to be regressed in front of our class of 40 people. I was surprised when it was me.
I was regressed to a lifetime where I could see myself in a simple, long robe, wearing sandals and walking on a dry dusty earth. I was once again a woman, with hair a similar colour as it is now, brunette and a similar build and stature only slighter. I went to what looked like my house, a simple, sparse, small apartment where a young man brought a meal of what looked like lamb and rice. I then saw myself teaching small classes within a compound, ironically I was teaching mathematics which I have no aptitude for now!
I then saw myself in a group of people and we seemed to be getting information directly from the stars. It was profound knowledge that only certain people knew and Dolores asked me whether I still carry this knowledge and I replied that I do, although I have no recollection of what it is – for now. I also saw a man who came to our community whose visit created quite a stir and he was accompanied by a large group of followers, so it was a pretty exciting event.
Dolores then got me to fast forward to an important day. Immediately a sense of dread overtook me. I found myself walking towards something that was happening in the middle of the town. The crowd was angry, upset, filled with horror. I realised that the man at the centre of all the commotion, the man who was about to be crucified was my teacher, the same man who I had seen visiting us and who now, try as I might, I could not push through the crowd to so that I could help him.
The effect that witnessing this once had on me was to release a profound grief and sense of guilt I had always carried with me. During the session itself, the pain I felt at reliving this incident was actual physical pain that came up through the centre of my back and through the heart chakra, resulting in sobbing that lasted for 30 minutes of the regression. I made a fairly poor subject for Dolores who despite her many years of training and ability to draw out of people their most deeply held stories, I found myself being quite resistant to speaking about what I could see and hear. In the end, my subconscious wouldn’t agree to allowing me to see anymore. Instead, Dolores had me go forward to the day I died in that lifetime. To my great surprise and happiness, I saw an old woman who died alone, yet happy, right here in England. She died knowing that she had lived a full life and had achieved a great deal. She had come here and settled into the Celtic community and had been accepted and had many friends.
I needed to know more about this woman, not only because of the interest I now had in the connection with Jesus, but also I knew from being able to self-regress that I seemed to have a pattern of being female and a teacher or a priestess figure. I knew that I didn’t just ‘happen’ to be a teacher at the time of the Crucifixion and to witness this history-altering event.
I was able to get a reading with a man who is a trance channel and who brings through a spirit who was last incarnate as an Egyptian priest many years ago. His speciality is the ability to retrieve and read the Akashic Records, the records that are kept of everything every soul has ever done.
For someone who has been dead for over 3000 years, this Spirit Guide has quite a sense of humour. Without me filling him in on any of the details of what I had seen in my regression, he confirmed that I had indeed been an Essene teacher. The Essenes were a sect of mostly Jewish people who lived all across the area that we know today as Israel. They were peaceful and mysterious. They were also known for teaching esoteric knowledge and Jesus not only taught them but he also learned from them. It seemed that this wasn’t the first time I had been an Essene teacher. The Guide told me that I had descended from a long line of them and that I had also been a Priestess in Egypt. But as he said ’20 lifetimes as a cloistered vestal virgin don’t prepare you for one wild night in the village.’
The horror at seeing my beloved teacher being killed in that way was enough of a shock to my soul to shake it from the pathway of hiding out, playing it safe, not taking my knowledge to others, not sharing.
I learned that I was a teacher and that I had also taught many languages. While Jesus had been a mentor of mine, my actual direct teacher had been Mary Magdelene. The Spirit Guide confirmed that I had travelled here after the Crucifixion, leaving with St Thomas and travelling through India with many other members of what I know to be my Soul Group. When I came here, I was once again a teacher and Priestess who used to help to organise the path that the Grail would take as it went from village to village.
I would also help organise the gatherings at Solstice at Stonehenge. Village Elders would bring an ember from their own village hearths to these important meetings each year. They would each add their embers together until a great fire was lit around which everyone would gather and share the stories from their villages that year. The fire was then allowed to burn down once again to a single ember and from this one ember, each Elder lit their lanterns and brought the fire home to relight the village hearth and to share the story which was voted best of that year.
As a poignant finishing touch to this story, one final piece to the puzzle came through my own intuition. When we have a regression, there is not one detail we are allowed to see that is unimportant or irrelevant. I was puzzled as to how the young man whom I had seen bringing me that humble meal of meat and rice fitted into this story.
After I had the regression, I had many months in which to reflect on my truly amazing, life-altering experience. I read everything I could in relation to the mysterious Essenes and discovered that the more senior Essene women teachers were often assigned younger males as role models in order to teach young men about respecting women. On finding this piece of information out, I took myself back to the memory of the young man’s face who I had seen during the regression. At the time, he looked familiar but I had been so overwhelmed with the other details and experiences of that regression that I had failed to pay any special attention to this young man who looked at me with such love and reverence. Within seconds, as I ran through every potential soul that could have been so intimately connected with mine, I realised that this beautiful young man, then approximately aged 20, was in fact my son in this lifetime. The body and the physical characteristics then were different from the grown-up dark-haired, olive skin person that I saw compared with the nine year old blond headed young boy he is now but the look on his face of love and affection was unmistakable.
My understanding about my own soul’s path is now so much more full and complete. This is something that every soul will eventually do as part of waking up and discovering who they really are. I now know that I am a story teller, an alchemist. My journey to discover my Soul’s path has lead me to discovering that my healing for others is through allowing them to tell their own stories at what is now the new hearth, the global hearth: that of the internet and mass media.
My journey doesn’t stop with this discovery. It continues, through eternity, in weaving with everyone I come into contact with into this rich, complex, indescribably beautiful complex tapestry of Creation. Each one of the lives, as well as all of those I have ever known have woven through this masterpiece their own unique, magical, colour, without which even one that tapestry would be incomplete.
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