The Gift

Informational Regression That evening, despite our exhaustion, we decided that I should put Sara into a trance to find out more information about the cemetery in which her mother from the past life was buried. Since our journey had been so divinely guided with everything unfolding and becoming uncovered for us, we also agreed that I would ask her questions to determine whom Marcus’ killer in the 1920’s was in her present life. We both felt that this individual would turn out to be her mother in her present life. Sara’s mother had been one of her greatest nemeses in this life, and she was the only person from that past life who we had not been able to identify in this life. Sara went into a deep trance, and I asked her to give more details as to the location of the grave of Marcus’ mother. Sara described the grave as being up on a hill under a tree overlooking the river. I asked her for a few more details and then moved her forward to the psychiatric hospital. She recounted the scene from the point of being in the sheriff’s pick-up truck, being dragged through the gates, being dragged through a back double door, and then being hung by his arms in the large room. Sara saw the three guards standing by the doors looking at Marcus and plotting his demise. . At this point, I asked her to look at who most brutally beat Marcus. I told her that she could now know and tell me who this soul, or energy, was in her present life. Sara started to cry. She then became silent for what was probably seconds yet felt like hours. Through her tears, she quietly said, “It’s you.” I was shocked and in horror at her words. I made her repeat them. I felt my heart race. I was in a whirlwind of emotions. After her second confirmation, I asked for her forgiveness. I could not possibly begin to imagine that I could have been so monstrous. I was still reeling from the revelation. I reassured her that I was only here in this life as her healer and that I would never hurt her in any way, could never hurt her. I told her how sorry I was to have done such a horrific act, again asking for her forgiveness. She seemed happy to give it. I asked Sara if she could tell me who the other guards were. She identified one as her mother and the other as one of Daniel’s friends with whom she grew up. We finally got to understand where her mother fit into this whole tale. I gently brought her back to our new reality. I explained how much of our relationship made so much sense. Our karma to work out in this life is the unfinished work from that life in the 1920’s. Back then, I was her abuser and murderer. In this life, I am her healer. When Sara first came to me, she was suicidal. Now she has hope. In the 1920’s, I took her life; now, I am to give her life back. She agreed and understood I would not hurt her and that I had truly helped her in this life. Meanwhile, I was swimming the rivers of denial myself finding it too hard to believe that I could be capable of such a horrible deed. But this was not the time on my part to start to process this new development. I had to be on duty and make sure she was not feeling betrayed. As tired as we were, it took a very long time to fall asleep. We both said goodnight and then lay in our beds in silence. All I kept hearing was, “It’s you.” Based on Sara’s descriptions, I had created a picture in my mind of this huge, brutal-looking guard. I had always cringed when she had described him and the savage, despicable acts he had perpetrated on Marcus. Now, I kept seeing him as me, or vice-versa. The horror of possibly being that man sickened me. I finally fell asleep with a nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach hoping I would awaken in the morning to find it had just been a nightmare.