again, like an a ethereal earth worm, feeling, sensing, checking on the fellow souls who shared her destiny.
I cannot quite believe what is happening with my rational mind, but the impact of it is written all over my client’s face. She travelled to London from Israel to do this work with me, and she is Jewish. The work we are doing is not just for her — far from it, and we both know it. It extends to all the souls who died there with her, and in ever greater circles beyond, in her homeland, in Germany, in England, and far beyond that, too, in non-geographical realms.
“That’s it!” she exclaims. “They will all go, even the very last ones. It is clear now.”
As I then bid her to rise up onto the surface of the earth from below, she tells me of beautiful and wondrous things. I will try to convey this as best as I can in words: it feels important to share this.
She rises up from the darkness and sits down upon this consecrated earth. Then she blesses the ground – the ground in which the bones of her gassed and skeletal body lie buried in a pile. There is so much reverence and grace in her presence now. We have moved far from the pain and grief of human experience.
As she blesses the earth, a huge shaft of golden-
-white light beams down from the heavens, and as she starts to rise inside of that light tunnel, it turns into a beautiful tree at the level of the earth, with its strong roots weaving among the bones below, standing organically and majestically in lieu of a gravestone.
This chapter is over, and my client feels the completeness of that lifetime now, along with a sense of freedom she did not have before. The tree marks the spot, and the bones rest in peace.
Our session continued, as we were now free to enter the world of souls and discover my client’s work and connections there – among which was the soul of the little daughter she accidentally killed, who has reincarnated as my client’s mother in her current lifetime in Israel…
Many pieces fell into place about why her mother was never particularly nice to her, and sometimes outright hurtful. But we will leave the session and its many unfolding insights there, and come to rest on another piece of sacred ground.
As I revisit these recent memories, I am sitting on the grass at a retreat centre in southern England, with clouds overhead that sometimes let through some moments of dazzling sunshine. When the sun shines down on me, it is almost unbearable to be wearing my dark blue trousers: they soak up the sun and its heat. It is lovely – and also a bit too intense. When the clouds cover the sun again for some minutes, it is a mercy on my skin.
Sometimes the work I do with my clients, going deep into intangible and yet highly impactful spiritual realms, is a bit like when the sun shines through. It is wonderful, warm and life-giving. It is also intense and difficult for a human body to bear for too long at a time. It is good and kind to myself to rest in between. Just like between incarnations.
Tonight, I will put on my white robes as a minister and take my vow for the work I set out to do as Reverend Marcus. I will share it with you here:
“I will remember who I am.
I will remember who you are.”
With that, fellow travellers, I bless all our journeys homeward bound, overland and underground, in shadow and in light, visible and out of sight. The sacred is all around. Sometimes we find it alone, and we can always find it together.