9/5/2018
PAST LIFE STORY #2
The circumstances: I believe I was at home, in bed, meditating and setting my intention to reach another lifetime that related to my persistent poverty in this lifetime. I counted myself down, no longer needing the long method of regression, when images from this other life began to arise....
I looked down at my feet. They were dark brown and quite large-- long and thin. And my legs were quite thin as well. I stood on dry, hard packed dusty earth in some hot place; Africa was the feeling. I knew I was a man and was quite tall, but emaciated just now. I felt very weak.
I was wandering in some brush, but looked back towards some grass huts that were a distance behind me. I could see a tall thin lovely woman standing, holding a baby in her arms; she was looking towards me, her face revealing a mixture of hope and despair. I knew she was my wife and she held our very new infant child. They were starving. I was starving. Our whole village was starving...and it was my fault!
I felt so so guilty and full of remorse for they were my people and I was their chief and I had mislead them into an area of drought. Thus I was out hunting, making one last effort, before my strength failed me utterly, to kill some game. However, I was fully aware that there was very little to be had.
I was carrying a spear; pushing my way out into the bush; and trying to once more to find something to bring back to my people. They were counting on me. But I felt so feeble. I knew that I was close to death...but it would be a surprise just how death would take me. I forced myself to push on into the dense shrubbery, looking for game, despite my emotional and physical feelings of powerlessness.
Suddenly, I heard a very loud, terrifying roar nearby and at the same moment a huge male lion leaped out of the dense shrubbery directly in front of me. The last thing I saw was his vast open mouth and sharp teeth descending down over my head and upper body. I screamed with horror knowing that my life was at an end and that I had utterly failed to fulfill my responsibilities to my family and tribe
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Now, one's dying thoughts are very important, I have been told. And mine were not happy nor self-enhancing. These last thoughts have a good deal of influence when you return in your next life. However, I also know that nothing in a past life cannot be overcome. Lessons can be learned. The past can be released and turned into fresh new opportunities for spiritual growth. Besides, every spiritual issue that needs to be addressed will come up in the now of this lifetime. In a way, past life recalls are not necessary at all. All we need to do is deal with the issue in this now with our Inner Being.
However, at the time of this recall I didn't know that. And, while still in trance , I decided to back- track in the lifetime to see what had led up to this tragic end. I was seeking an important "Choice Point" where my life had taken a different course--the one that had led to this tragedy for me and my tribe.
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BACK STORY
Having set the intention to view what had led up to this, new images began to come to me--brief images packed with information. I saw that my people and I were still nomadic; not yet pastoral herders. We Masai, at that time in history, followed the wild game. There had been a pattern for many generations that we went up onto the flank of a mountain during the dry season. I believe the mountain might have been Ol Doinyo Lengai (Mountain of God--Giver of All Good Things.) During the season when it was hot and dry on the lower savanna there was usually a cooling circle of clouds surrounding the mountain--and perhaps a snow cap as well in the volcanic basin at the top. This cooler climate drew both us and the other animals of the region. Conversely, during the rainy season, we moved down onto the vast plains--just as the prey animals did who constituted our sustenance. We had come to rely on and to expect this rhythm of existence for a very long time.
However, this year, as we enjoyed our hot dry-season home on the cooler mountain side, I began to feel uncomfortable. My people were looking forward to moving down onto the plains soon. They were anticipating the change of the dry savanna into a lush green garden, full of various types of food.
Now, it should first be understood that I was not just a hunter/leader, but also a spiritual leader. I relied on my prayers, intuition and instincts--my inner feelings and promptings-- to a great degree. And this had always served me and my people well. I was the chief, not by birth right, but by having earned a reputation for reliable guidance.
The unusual circumstances of which I felt a foreboding lessened my anticipation of the trek. Everything inside of me was saying "don't descend the mountain this year." However, if I gave this as guidance to my people I feared there were some who would challenge my position. I did not wish to retain my position out of ego or power needs, but just because I felt that my role as guide to my people was a natural one and to have my position usurped by another was not part of our group destiny. I wanted to continue in my role as servant to my people. However, my Inner Being was prompting me to an action that would almost undoubtedly lead to my position coming to an end.
I tried to imagine myself asking them to ignore the long traditions of our past--our nomadic habits--and to advise them to stay on the mountain for the rainy season! I was non-plussed and torn by the inner information and its implications. This was totally different from what our ancestors had always done. Nonetheless, my inner messages from Ngai felt urgent., but I kept them to myselfthem to myself for some time as I floundered in the cross tides of intuition and rational thought.
Finally the time came, though, when I knew I must speak of them to my people. I must make it known that Inner Guidance was telling me that we were not to travel down to the plain as usual, but we were to stay on the mountain!
I can still see myself beating the gathering-drum--calling the tribe together for the important announcement. I was filled with great trepidation as I pounded on the leather skin, for I knew what their likely response would be. However, once we were all gathered in a large circle I steeled myself and began to speak--not with my usual self-confidence--but with a kind of false bravado tinged with apprehension; the people felt it.
I stood and spoke. " My people," I said with as much authority as I could muster. "You know that you made me your chief a few years ago because you saw that our God, Ngai, did often speak through me...and by that I was able to lead us to all that we needed. You saw that His male side made me a good hunter and that Her female side made me powerful in my intuition and wisdom. I KNOW that I can trust Ngai and you know that you can trust me."
There were many nods and murmurs of approbation, for my people loved and trusted me, just as I did them.
"However, now I have something to say to you that I know will test your faith, your strength and your love for me and Ngai."
The people looked at each other with concern. My wife, who knew nothing of my recent deliberations, except to note that I was often distracted and inattentive, looked at me with concern. She was about to give birth to our first child, and, to be honest, I felt more comfortable staying where we were rather than having her go into labor on our journey down the mountain.
Was that why I was hearing "stay" from Ngai? Would there be danger for her on the trail? Or was I projecting my own fears about her onto Ngai--hearing from that Being what I wanted to hear? Or was the message for everyone? I was full of doubts, but I had to speak.
"You know that this is now the beginning of the rainy season on the plain, and that much of the game is descending the mountain now. They wiah to enjoy the lush growth that is beginning to bloom over the plain. I know that you are feeling restless to follow them and impatient with my odd delays." Several of the hunters pounded the butts of their spears on the ground in indignant assent.
"However, I have gathered you together to make a very important announcement. Not only has Ngai told me to delay the descent, but to forgo it altogether this year!"
There were a great many stunned gasps and growls and shouts of angry dissent at that point. I gazed boldly at their faces, one by one, showing as much strength and determination as I could muster. Nonetheless, some of the hunters shook their spears in the air and shouted their disapprobation.
"This is insane," one cried out. "Have you been eating too much of the mushroom that gives magical visions?"
"I rarely partake of that!" I answered in a fit of pique. "I no longer have need of plant assistance in order to talk with Ngai."
"The white Ngai or the red Ngai?" one hunter whispered to his companions. They all laughed. Another one called out, "This is ridiculous! We have always gone down onto the plain at this time of year. Maybe you are just worried about your wife. Are you allowing a woman's fears dictate your behavior?"
This really infuriated me. "My wife is as anxious as all of you are to leave. She is a woman of great courage and strength--just like Ngai. My information is purely spiritual and has nothing to do with her condition," I asseverated, hiding my own misgivings about my motives. However, despite those misgivings, on a deeper level of my being, I felt that I was being honest. Ngai had spoken clearly in Her quiet inner way. We were not to go down the mountain this year.
People began to take sides and the arguments raged for days, but in the end one of the elders came to me and said that the people had decided to leave now, to go down the mountain, "And unless you can give us a better reason why we should not, we will leave tomorrow."
I returned to my hut and went back into trance and asked Ngai for a further explanation. But none was forthcoming! His ways are so mysterious. All I got was that I was to have faith.
However, as one after another of my supporters shifted sides and joined with those who wanted to leave and go down the mountain, I became more and more unsure of what to do. Should I take a stand and announce that all who wished could leave, but I would stay here? Or should I just go with them and see if there was any further service I could be to them if and when the prophecy proved to be true--that going to the plain this year was not only unwise, but dangerous.
I discussed it with my wife and she reluctantly stated that if I chose to stay that she would remain with me. However, she still urged me to join the others and descend the mountain.
I held out for staying for as long as I could, but in the end, as the others began their trek down the mountain and my wife looked at me with tears in her eyes, I quickly gathered our things together and, to her joy, I took her by the hand and led her in pursuit of the others.
Soon we caught up with them. The elders in the rear did not tease me as the hunters did later. But all of the way down the mountain my anxiety grew.
Days later we arrived at our other camp and settled in. The hunters began their foray for game immediately...only to return hours later with scant reward. Day after day we waited for the rain and the hunters searched for almost non-existent wild animals. Neither appeared. Nonetheless, the people, led by the hunters, persisted in believing that the rain and the animals would soon appear. We made do with what little bit of edible vegitation we could forage.
As we sat around the fire one night a few weeks after our arrival and I asked the group, "Did you notice how few animals seemed to be descending the mountain when we did? I believe they knew what I knew--that there would be no rain and no food for the grazers...and with no food for them there would be no food for the predators--including us. Ngai is 'The Giver of All that is Good' and he gave us good advice," but we spurned it." This made many of the men angry.
"Then why didn't you stick to your beliefs?" one male elder asked me , none too kindly. "Yes, here we are in what portends to be a long drought... because you were too weak to hold to your stand!" A hunter added. You are supposed to be our leader!" And he spit on the ground at my feet.
Their arrows hit home. I felt terribly responsible and guilty. I was their leader and they needed to be able to rely on me no matter how much resistance I encountered. But when they had all voted for leaving, I thought I must go with them. I might still be of some service. However, I had been unable to do anything thus far. And now it was too late to return to the mountain for we were all too weak to make the journey.
Thus, the next day, still filled with guilt, shame and an over-developed sense of responsibility, I picked up my spear and pushed off into the bush after game...and there I met my death.in the form of the enormous lion.
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REPATTERNING
Back in this life, as I reviewed what I had seen so far, I thought this might be a good life to repattern. I still hadn't yet come to the realization that I really don't want to interfere with my past lives, so my intention when I did this repatterning was to positively affect that life and this one--in terms of adding to my ability to create financial freedom.
Once again, as with the "The feudal Serf " lifetime, I left it with a passel of guilt and shame. Additionally, in this one, I felt that I had really dropped the ball in terms of my responsibility for my people. I feel differently now, but let me lead up to that realization by telling about the repatterning episode first.
The following part of the story revealed itself in my minds eye as I reviewed this past life, searching for Choice Points.
The major choice point I identified was when my people all turned against me and agreed to go down the mountain--with or without me. It was then that I saw that I needed to be really strong. I needed to trust my Inner Being more than any outward appearances, traditions or critics.
In the repatterned lifetime, I chose to simply state to the others that I was staying and they were free to choose their own path. I would not try to influence them anymore. My wife (who is my daughter in this lifetime) at that point was very torn, but in the repatterned life she chose to stay with me. A few others then changed their minds as well and stayed with us. And, as things turned out, much of the game that ordinarily would have been going down the mountain stayed as well. And so we had easy hunting.
The majority of my tribe did go down the mountain and got caught in the drought. They could not return because they waited too long. They no longer had the health or strength for the journey back. They perished on the savanna; we were very sad at their loss. However, my wife and I made our home there on the mountain side, had our baby and when the drought was over and I had received the go-ahead from my Inner Being, we returned to our ancient nomadic pattern. We met a few others on the savanna who had survived as well and we began a new tribe.
At the end of the repatterning exercise I received a very clear image of myself at the end of that life: I was dead, but lying on a bier with a red sort of cap on my head that signified something important. I was surrounded by my family and tribe and they were proudly honoring me. I had died with a smile on my face and contentment in my heart.
The take-away from that life was that I can always trust my Inner Being--my feelings and my intuition--no matter what! Additionally, I still am learning to not feel guilty about other people's decisions. We are all free to make whatever choices suit us. We each create our owen personal reality. No one else is responsible for our choices.
But even if we make less than optional choices, with our Inner Being's help, we can make use of any of our decisions and paths, no matter whether they "turned out well" or not. Every experience is grist for the mill, but we all DO create our own reality. No one else is to blame for what we choose., even it seems like we were a helpless victim. To blame others is to disempower ourselves for responsibility and power are flip sides of the same coin I have learned. The law of attraction brings us what we think about, believe and feel. Victims have a belief in their own powerlessness. Broadcasting that kind of vibration draws perpetrators to us. It's hard to believe at first, but there truly are no victims.
As far as financial freedom in this lifetime is concerned, the original Masai past life--before repatterning--only added to my guilt and shame--and that lowered my self esteem. If one has low self-valuation it is hard to allow abundance to flow to yourself. Since the repatterning I have slowly built my self esteem over the decades and now, instead of living on a shoe string--or worse--I feel that I am living on a bungee cord. My budget somehow seems to magically expand as my self esteem does. This is improvement, and I expect even better in the future.
PAST LIFE STORY #2
"The Masai Chief"
The circumstances: I believe I was at home, in bed, meditating and setting my intention to reach another lifetime that related to my persistent poverty in this lifetime. I counted myself down, no longer needing the long method of regression, when images from this other life began to arise....
I looked down at my feet. They were dark brown and quite large-- long and thin. And my legs were quite thin as well. I stood on dry, hard packed dusty earth in some hot place; Africa was the feeling. I knew I was a man and was quite tall, but emaciated just now. I felt very weak.
I was wandering in some brush, but looked back towards some grass huts that were a distance behind me. I could see a tall thin lovely woman standing, holding a baby in her arms; she was looking towards me, her face revealing a mixture of hope and despair. I knew she was my wife and she held our very new infant child. They were starving. I was starving. Our whole village was starving...and it was my fault!
I felt so so guilty and full of remorse for they were my people and I was their chief and I had mislead them into an area of drought. Thus I was out hunting, making one last effort, before my strength failed me utterly, to kill some game. However, I was fully aware that there was very little to be had.
I was carrying a spear; pushing my way out into the bush; and trying to once more to find something to bring back to my people. They were counting on me. But I felt so feeble. I knew that I was close to death...but it would be a surprise just how death would take me. I forced myself to push on into the dense shrubbery, looking for game, despite my emotional and physical feelings of powerlessness.
Suddenly, I heard a very loud, terrifying roar nearby and at the same moment a huge male lion leaped out of the dense shrubbery directly in front of me. The last thing I saw was his vast open mouth and sharp teeth descending down over my head and upper body. I screamed with horror knowing that my life was at an end and that I had utterly failed to fulfill my responsibilities to my family and tribe
______________
Now, one's dying thoughts are very important, I have been told. And mine were not happy nor self-enhancing. These last thoughts have a good deal of influence when you return in your next life. However, I also know that nothing in a past life cannot be overcome. Lessons can be learned. The past can be released and turned into fresh new opportunities for spiritual growth. Besides, every spiritual issue that needs to be addressed will come up in the now of this lifetime. In a way, past life recalls are not necessary at all. All we need to do is deal with the issue in this now with our Inner Being.
However, at the time of this recall I didn't know that. And, while still in trance , I decided to back- track in the lifetime to see what had led up to this tragic end. I was seeking an important "Choice Point" where my life had taken a different course--the one that had led to this tragedy for me and my tribe.
______________
BACK STORY
Having set the intention to view what had led up to this, new images began to come to me--brief images packed with information. I saw that my people and I were still nomadic; not yet pastoral herders. We Masai, at that time in history, followed the wild game. There had been a pattern for many generations that we went up onto the flank of a mountain during the dry season. I believe the mountain might have been Ol Doinyo Lengai (Mountain of God--Giver of All Good Things.) During the season when it was hot and dry on the lower savanna there was usually a cooling circle of clouds surrounding the mountain--and perhaps a snow cap as well in the volcanic basin at the top. This cooler climate drew both us and the other animals of the region. Conversely, during the rainy season, we moved down onto the vast plains--just as the prey animals did who constituted our sustenance. We had come to rely on and to expect this rhythm of existence for a very long time.
However, this year, as we enjoyed our hot dry-season home on the cooler mountain side, I began to feel uncomfortable. My people were looking forward to moving down onto the plains soon. They were anticipating the change of the dry savanna into a lush green garden, full of various types of food.
Now, it should first be understood that I was not just a hunter/leader, but also a spiritual leader. I relied on my prayers, intuition and instincts--my inner feelings and promptings-- to a great degree. And this had always served me and my people well. I was the chief, not by birth right, but by having earned a reputation for reliable guidance.
The unusual circumstances of which I felt a foreboding lessened my anticipation of the trek. Everything inside of me was saying "don't descend the mountain this year." However, if I gave this as guidance to my people I feared there were some who would challenge my position. I did not wish to retain my position out of ego or power needs, but just because I felt that my role as guide to my people was a natural one and to have my position usurped by another was not part of our group destiny. I wanted to continue in my role as servant to my people. However, my Inner Being was prompting me to an action that would almost undoubtedly lead to my position coming to an end.
I tried to imagine myself asking them to ignore the long traditions of our past--our nomadic habits--and to advise them to stay on the mountain for the rainy season! I was non-plussed and torn by the inner information and its implications. This was totally different from what our ancestors had always done. Nonetheless, my inner messages from Ngai felt urgent., but I kept them to myselfthem to myself for some time as I floundered in the cross tides of intuition and rational thought.
Finally the time came, though, when I knew I must speak of them to my people. I must make it known that Inner Guidance was telling me that we were not to travel down to the plain as usual, but we were to stay on the mountain!
I can still see myself beating the gathering-drum--calling the tribe together for the important announcement. I was filled with great trepidation as I pounded on the leather skin, for I knew what their likely response would be. However, once we were all gathered in a large circle I steeled myself and began to speak--not with my usual self-confidence--but with a kind of false bravado tinged with apprehension; the people felt it.
I stood and spoke. " My people," I said with as much authority as I could muster. "You know that you made me your chief a few years ago because you saw that our God, Ngai, did often speak through me...and by that I was able to lead us to all that we needed. You saw that His male side made me a good hunter and that Her female side made me powerful in my intuition and wisdom. I KNOW that I can trust Ngai and you know that you can trust me."
There were many nods and murmurs of approbation, for my people loved and trusted me, just as I did them.
"However, now I have something to say to you that I know will test your faith, your strength and your love for me and Ngai."
The people looked at each other with concern. My wife, who knew nothing of my recent deliberations, except to note that I was often distracted and inattentive, looked at me with concern. She was about to give birth to our first child, and, to be honest, I felt more comfortable staying where we were rather than having her go into labor on our journey down the mountain.
Was that why I was hearing "stay" from Ngai? Would there be danger for her on the trail? Or was I projecting my own fears about her onto Ngai--hearing from that Being what I wanted to hear? Or was the message for everyone? I was full of doubts, but I had to speak.
"You know that this is now the beginning of the rainy season on the plain, and that much of the game is descending the mountain now. They wiah to enjoy the lush growth that is beginning to bloom over the plain. I know that you are feeling restless to follow them and impatient with my odd delays." Several of the hunters pounded the butts of their spears on the ground in indignant assent.
"However, I have gathered you together to make a very important announcement. Not only has Ngai told me to delay the descent, but to forgo it altogether this year!"
There were a great many stunned gasps and growls and shouts of angry dissent at that point. I gazed boldly at their faces, one by one, showing as much strength and determination as I could muster. Nonetheless, some of the hunters shook their spears in the air and shouted their disapprobation.
"This is insane," one cried out. "Have you been eating too much of the mushroom that gives magical visions?"
"I rarely partake of that!" I answered in a fit of pique. "I no longer have need of plant assistance in order to talk with Ngai."
"The white Ngai or the red Ngai?" one hunter whispered to his companions. They all laughed. Another one called out, "This is ridiculous! We have always gone down onto the plain at this time of year. Maybe you are just worried about your wife. Are you allowing a woman's fears dictate your behavior?"
This really infuriated me. "My wife is as anxious as all of you are to leave. She is a woman of great courage and strength--just like Ngai. My information is purely spiritual and has nothing to do with her condition," I asseverated, hiding my own misgivings about my motives. However, despite those misgivings, on a deeper level of my being, I felt that I was being honest. Ngai had spoken clearly in Her quiet inner way. We were not to go down the mountain this year.
People began to take sides and the arguments raged for days, but in the end one of the elders came to me and said that the people had decided to leave now, to go down the mountain, "And unless you can give us a better reason why we should not, we will leave tomorrow."
I returned to my hut and went back into trance and asked Ngai for a further explanation. But none was forthcoming! His ways are so mysterious. All I got was that I was to have faith.
However, as one after another of my supporters shifted sides and joined with those who wanted to leave and go down the mountain, I became more and more unsure of what to do. Should I take a stand and announce that all who wished could leave, but I would stay here? Or should I just go with them and see if there was any further service I could be to them if and when the prophecy proved to be true--that going to the plain this year was not only unwise, but dangerous.
I discussed it with my wife and she reluctantly stated that if I chose to stay that she would remain with me. However, she still urged me to join the others and descend the mountain.
I held out for staying for as long as I could, but in the end, as the others began their trek down the mountain and my wife looked at me with tears in her eyes, I quickly gathered our things together and, to her joy, I took her by the hand and led her in pursuit of the others.
Soon we caught up with them. The elders in the rear did not tease me as the hunters did later. But all of the way down the mountain my anxiety grew.
Days later we arrived at our other camp and settled in. The hunters began their foray for game immediately...only to return hours later with scant reward. Day after day we waited for the rain and the hunters searched for almost non-existent wild animals. Neither appeared. Nonetheless, the people, led by the hunters, persisted in believing that the rain and the animals would soon appear. We made do with what little bit of edible vegitation we could forage.
As we sat around the fire one night a few weeks after our arrival and I asked the group, "Did you notice how few animals seemed to be descending the mountain when we did? I believe they knew what I knew--that there would be no rain and no food for the grazers...and with no food for them there would be no food for the predators--including us. Ngai is 'The Giver of All that is Good' and he gave us good advice," but we spurned it." This made many of the men angry.
"Then why didn't you stick to your beliefs?" one male elder asked me , none too kindly. "Yes, here we are in what portends to be a long drought... because you were too weak to hold to your stand!" A hunter added. You are supposed to be our leader!" And he spit on the ground at my feet.
Their arrows hit home. I felt terribly responsible and guilty. I was their leader and they needed to be able to rely on me no matter how much resistance I encountered. But when they had all voted for leaving, I thought I must go with them. I might still be of some service. However, I had been unable to do anything thus far. And now it was too late to return to the mountain for we were all too weak to make the journey.
Thus, the next day, still filled with guilt, shame and an over-developed sense of responsibility, I picked up my spear and pushed off into the bush after game...and there I met my death.in the form of the enormous lion.
______________________________________________
REPATTERNING
Back in this life, as I reviewed what I had seen so far, I thought this might be a good life to repattern. I still hadn't yet come to the realization that I really don't want to interfere with my past lives, so my intention when I did this repatterning was to positively affect that life and this one--in terms of adding to my ability to create financial freedom.
Once again, as with the "The feudal Serf " lifetime, I left it with a passel of guilt and shame. Additionally, in this one, I felt that I had really dropped the ball in terms of my responsibility for my people. I feel differently now, but let me lead up to that realization by telling about the repatterning episode first.
The following part of the story revealed itself in my minds eye as I reviewed this past life, searching for Choice Points.
The major choice point I identified was when my people all turned against me and agreed to go down the mountain--with or without me. It was then that I saw that I needed to be really strong. I needed to trust my Inner Being more than any outward appearances, traditions or critics.
In the repatterned lifetime, I chose to simply state to the others that I was staying and they were free to choose their own path. I would not try to influence them anymore. My wife (who is my daughter in this lifetime) at that point was very torn, but in the repatterned life she chose to stay with me. A few others then changed their minds as well and stayed with us. And, as things turned out, much of the game that ordinarily would have been going down the mountain stayed as well. And so we had easy hunting.
The majority of my tribe did go down the mountain and got caught in the drought. They could not return because they waited too long. They no longer had the health or strength for the journey back. They perished on the savanna; we were very sad at their loss. However, my wife and I made our home there on the mountain side, had our baby and when the drought was over and I had received the go-ahead from my Inner Being, we returned to our ancient nomadic pattern. We met a few others on the savanna who had survived as well and we began a new tribe.
At the end of the repatterning exercise I received a very clear image of myself at the end of that life: I was dead, but lying on a bier with a red sort of cap on my head that signified something important. I was surrounded by my family and tribe and they were proudly honoring me. I had died with a smile on my face and contentment in my heart.
The take-away from that life was that I can always trust my Inner Being--my feelings and my intuition--no matter what! Additionally, I still am learning to not feel guilty about other people's decisions. We are all free to make whatever choices suit us. We each create our owen personal reality. No one else is responsible for our choices.
But even if we make less than optional choices, with our Inner Being's help, we can make use of any of our decisions and paths, no matter whether they "turned out well" or not. Every experience is grist for the mill, but we all DO create our own reality. No one else is to blame for what we choose., even it seems like we were a helpless victim. To blame others is to disempower ourselves for responsibility and power are flip sides of the same coin I have learned. The law of attraction brings us what we think about, believe and feel. Victims have a belief in their own powerlessness. Broadcasting that kind of vibration draws perpetrators to us. It's hard to believe at first, but there truly are no victims.
As far as financial freedom in this lifetime is concerned, the original Masai past life--before repatterning--only added to my guilt and shame--and that lowered my self esteem. If one has low self-valuation it is hard to allow abundance to flow to yourself. Since the repatterning I have slowly built my self esteem over the decades and now, instead of living on a shoe string--or worse--I feel that I am living on a bungee cord. My budget somehow seems to magically expand as my self esteem does. This is improvement, and I expect even better in the future.
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