Inspiration
Upon death, the soul spark looks like a star as
it leaves the body. It travels through time and
space into another form of reality and
towards a soul planet. Think of ancient
legends, when they spoke of their ancestors
living in the stars. The spark joins all its family
and becomes part of the planet. If I pull back
from being, this close to the planet and
observe from a certain distance, I see sparks,
flying in and out - either going to be born or
returning home. In rare cases, they swap
places with a being that is already living.
When I go back into the planet, I allow myself
to be absorbed into the feelings, as much as I
can. They hold me back and only allow me to
have an idea of the feeling rather than allow
me to immerse myself in it. I’m not dead, so I
can’t go there properly.
It feels like being home (obviously). But it
feels like ‘not being lost’, or like everything
makes sense. It feels like all the wisdom and
love is drawn together and shared, and
everyone and everything is one and at home
again. Inside every one of us, despite some
people’s hateful exteriors, resides beautiful
love spark that reignites upon death.
I remember going through trauma a few years
ago and feeling shattered, like pieces of
myself were missing. I went for soul
retrievals to collect the fragmented bits of my
soul, as I did begin to feel more connected.
But I wanted more, so I started going on my
own journey’s to get pieces back, I had
psychically watched how the ceremony was
done and had figured out the energy of the
formula (Which I now do for my clients, for
real pieces of only themselves that are
missing). I saw pieces of my soul in plants,
animals, insects and even other people. This
was confusing, but I still wanted to feel more
complete. I travelled in spirit to a jungle, and
as I was wondering how to take back a piece
from an insect, a being appeared and told me,
‘Who do you think you are? The arrogance
of thinking you can steal life from another to
make yourself complete? It is not your life to
take.’
This helped me to realise that we feel
incomplete because we are not home at our
planet, but simply a piece of it in a separate
body, hence the feeling of pieces missing.
So I learnt to make peace with the reality of
separation and togetherness and celebrate
when I meet another piece of me that lives
within someone else, for we are of the same
soul planet. I’m quite convinced that one of
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