This is something that’s been in draft mode for a bit and needs to get finished. So here it is….

Since the fires in Maui, I have been having material from other lives bubbling up. I’m sure that there is a reason for it, but the connections or associations are a little too broad for me to grasp. I still try, pondering on it from time to time to see what might come.

a bit of background on why Maui…

One of these lives centers on a life on Maui, one that I was faced with in a fairly vivid way on a visit there for my birthday in March of 2020 just before everything got shut down and everyone went a little mad…

Instead of a nice leisurely visit on the island that day, I headed straight-away into what turned out to be a healing session with a past self who lived there who I connected with more or less automatically, and it was something that turned out to be a complete surprise. I knew before this that I had lived on many islands and near the ocean in other lifetimes, but I had no idea about my “Maui guy.” It turned out to be a very positive experience in the end (but hard on the front end), it was very much a surrender to the flow moment, which is helpful I think to bear in mind with healing work since there can be instances where the higher self can step in to help bring the miraculous to the degree that you can surrender and let it take the wheel (this requires trust, and this trust was created in me throygh repeated experience with this higher and stronger force who only ever brought positive outcomes). It was one of many lives that were healed of an important glitch as a result of my awakening. I never go looking for these, they just organically happen, so I never know when these will transpire, it is always a lovely surprise (that I do have the sense that one part of me is hiding its imminent arrival until it is already present – having no knowledge means I am a blank slate and am not piling my beliefs or biases onto the experience). It seems that with awakening there have been other accounts of people healing the past as well, with the effect of helping to resolve influences from other times that make the emotional weight, however peripheral, lighter and easier. I suspect that the benefit accrues to the higher self, which benefits me in my life today, although what I know is that my presence in a life in our past was planned so that this past life would be changed from that moment on. What makes the difference is awareness. My new awareness gidted by way of awakening made it possible for me to travel back to my past self in order to give him the gift of my awareness, which was different enough from his own that he was able to let go of some pretty hard knots of emotion. All I had to do was to merge into his field of awareness and just be who I had become at that point. I was effectively another “him” who could communicate telepathically with him perfectly. I could BE him in a sense, but not in a way where I was invasive. It seemed very simple at the time, all I had to do was to feel gratitude and forgiveness and he was able to feel it in a way he had never been able to before this moment. That was just before the world got locked down (or most of it), so I got there just in the nick of time I suppose. That entire episode I wrote about previously on the blog.

Lately, stuff from my Maui life has been bubbling up. Was it signaling a broader move within?

This particular experience began with my getting impressions from my Maui guy again, and it was in contrast with what had happened in Lahaina in real time as it related to the fires and devastation there recently.

I have had trouble teasing it all out, what it meant and also with the idea that it might not mean anything. The fires in Maui may have stirred the reincarnational dust a little, I considered, and this could stir events and memory from other lives (which is a new one for me — I usually deal with them one at a time). Still, it grabbed my attention as I tried hard not to bias the information with an expectation that could have been merely an assumption that was off base…

My mind was all over the place, remembering what was a festive atmosphere with a lot of food being prepared on Maui from long ago. I felt hungry, anticipating a great feast with my family and friends. Was it a wedding, a seasonal celebration? It had that kind of feeling, but maybe its what you do when you live on an island hundreds of years in the past. It was a contrast to the great sadness from the loss there in our current day. It was, though, like being aware of events much like how they are accessible in a book. On page 27 was my event many years in the past, and on page 135 was the fire in Lahaina. Both were events in the same book but they were both seperated, too. I found myself wondering if there was some connection. I think they were connected, but in a deeply personal way for each time line or time frame and lifetime was involved. He walks through a part of the woods and he is collecting leaves that are very broad. He has this wrap-around cloth around his waist and this stick he is using to pull these leaves closer to him. The stick has this sharp edge that looks like a hook. He pulls this stick hard towards him and the leaf falls free. This is a preperation for a feast and these large leaves will be used to wrap food in that will be placed in a pit and nearly buried, cooking for many hours. It’s a big affair. Then Lehaina is on fire…things couldn’t be more stark and difficult. Amidst the crackling fire I hear the sound his feet makes that are crackling sounds of a different kind in the forest. Both are bound by fire but with two very different results. The contrast couldn’t have been bigger.

More was stirred up apparently than I had caught on to at first. Still trying to work through the questions surrounding my Maui guy in the days following, I saw a documentary on Hitler. That is a bit of a curveball, but watch…

For background, I have previous memories of being on the German side during the war (WW II) which have dribbled out around the time of my awakening (but slightly before) and some later. As that thread has unravelled, what I have found out is that I lived in Austria and like so many men of my generation, I saw serving in the military as not just a duty, but an honor. I think it was that lifetime that taught me how to be a pacifist in the strictest terms of my life today. But for him, for that self in that time, a man in uniform was an object of respect, and honor. Austria was annexed, and he was of service age, and only later did most Austrians realize who they were dealing with in a man like Hitler. In a series of dreams, I saw a body double of Hitler before a large presentation in what looked like a stadium. I learned that Hitler employed a number of doubles as a security measure, even though I had never seen anything about him using doubles. With repeated efforts to assassinate him, body doubles were used as a security measure, and also used to confuse people about Hitler’s actual location.

Then a little later after this, I had another dream of being a theater owner and having to let in some high ranking officer from the S.S. with his wife in through the back of the theater. I said to the man that I knew what he was, but he was unmoved. I called him a wolf. He tried to appear so civilized, but I knew differently. He was insulted by my words, which was the point at the time.

Was this a memory also? If it was, how did I go from officer to contrarian? It isn’t clear unless one dream had reincarnational material while the other tapped into something else—or someone else—a someone I have never been but whose life experience I was able to tap into. That, or it was merely made up out of whole cloth for some larger purpose I needed at the time. I still don’t know that much about my Austrian officer, but this most recent experience helped to fill in one or two gaps.

While this dream first dream happened in 2005-6, the officer in the dream looked nearly identical to the actor who played a German officer who was captured at the end of the movie The Monuments Men, which came out some years later. Seeing that character made me tighten up because the similarity between them was uncanny.

So I really don’t like watching movies about the war, and yet I have watched a few in my journey to learning more about this life (possibly) connected to Germany in some way. Without more complete memories, though, I am just reading or watching someone else’s story 80-90 years ago.

I will add that I met a woman some years ago who I knew without a doubt I had known in that life. It was a curious feeling sensing this love I had felt all those years ago in another life that I had back in that time. The pattern for that and this life was that she wasn’t really available emotionally to go much further than “I knew you once before but I went off to war and things got hazy after that.” In a sense we took turns with our lack of availability. These patterns happen often, and can be patterns that follow a person because of some challenge that hasn’t been healed.

If you want to know your past lives, examine yourself today because all of the unresolved material is present in who you are today, and the patterns today can be traced to yesterday. What kundalini represents is a force that can undo or heal those patterns (and quickly, if you can allow it). As these patterns fall away, the force of prana can be experienced with less distortion as a connecting force in consciousness to the entirety of all things. You become more aligned to that which is. You can come closer to the divine presence, All That Is, Brahma, Allah, or God. The result is we begin seeing as things are rather than through the distortion of emotional energy that remains unhealed. It is my observation that our true nature is bliss, and that by doing this work we return, in a sense, to an inner Eden, to our authentic selves so that we can know our true nature instead of what so often winds up being pain or discontent that gets reinforced across lifetimes. It is a huge benefit to do this work when you can. It seems my life today was chosen as the life to initiate this process of healing. I suspect every cycle has its breakthrough lifetimes that can aid other lives in other times as the healing work in my life has shown is possible. Turns out that there are other people who have experienced this same phenomenon of healing through lifetimes. When it happens, it is like a get out of jail free card. And here you probably didn’t think you were in ANY kind of jail at all. Okay. I’ll speak for myself…

So this documentary….

It was about Hitler himself, and who he was as a younger man. I didn’t finish watching it. I just wasn’t that interested. A curious thing happened, though, as I turned off the t.v.. I sat there and thought about Austria, and what I picked up from that life. It had an innocence to it, at least at first. A willful desire to believe that people are good and only want the best for us all. Focused on that life, I soon had a name rise up in my mind. “WIESEN” which was, I knew, a location in Austria. This was where I had grown up. It came. Just. Like. That.

At that point, I had a solid piece of material to go on. I can’t tell you my name in that life, though, my parents names, or any of it beyond what I have just told you. I just saw myself riding in 20’s and 30’s era cars with nice clothes, being in love, and going off to war. Wiesen Austria. Not Germany. Not France. Not Bulgaria or Romania. Pronounced “wee-sehn.” It was like sitting by a still lake for hours and hours (years, really) only to have one big bubble rise up from the depths and break the surface of the water, revealling something of significance. These tidbits have come like this over the years. I once had an insight into a life in Iraq years ago that provided an important clue to who I was (a general serving under an Assyrian king). Two years later another detail came through that made it possible for me to identify this person who was known to history, whith the new detail expanding my understanding to include a general under a king who then became king himself. It goes to show that information can come at any time. In this particular case, the details made it possible for me to search for a general under a king who became a king in the history of the region. There was only ever one instance where this had happened in the entire known history of Mesopotamia/Iraq. Anyway…Weisen or Wiesen…

“Pop!”

The great thing was I could look it up. Right then, right there. Big breath. Brought up the search engine and what did I find when I spelled out “Weisen Austria”?

I was surprised to be honest. I had the e and i incorrectly placed in the spelling. Were there other places similarly spelled? I didn’t find any. It was that easy. Too easy. But maybe thay’s just it. We expect it to be hard. Maybe we think its hard, so it is. Or maybe the way at this material isn’t by way of the usual memory processes. I suspect it involves reaching out beyond the present body to tap those other selves. Often, for me, there is something I am feeling now that is the same or similar to what was felt back then. Feeling serves as a bridge for me, then the harder or more concrete details rise to the surface. All of this process is not directed by me, but is instead an associative process. For as nebulous as that might seem at first, it has offered up some solid pieces of information that I think go beyond mere accident or coincidence.

Here’s more of what I found:

The area has a small population. It’s rural. Agricultural. Its been this way since forever. It is South of Vienna, the nearest major city.

Wiesen was halfway between Szombathely and Vienna. Wiesen is circled on the map below.

The usual questions crop up: did I hear this name somewhere? Could I have regurgitated it? For the attention paid to some history on Germany during the war, I have never made it a major area of study. I haven’t checked out a book from the library about Germany or Austria. Could I have heard this name before? Maybe. But I know I haven’t…especially a place that is as obscure as this one, and that has had no bearing on Hitler’s life (in the case of me reading or watching a documentary on WWIII). In fact when I searched for it, I had trouble getting much about the place. There is a little, but not much, probably owing to its rural character. Many of the photos I saw outside the village showed forest dotted with some fields.

The reason why I am bothering to write about this is because I think we all have this ability to tap into our souls and bring up into the light these lives. For me, this process has in some ways accelerated since awakening came, but I never know when a memory is goin to come. Maui has acted like a catalyst for other lives in this case. Learning from their lessons, realizing that we do change, has been an important way toward self improvement and greater peace and joy here. Or it can.

I see some people still running over the same ground that they were running over emotionally 2,600 years ago. And as I shake my head as “that” voice says “why would you judge someone using your life as the measure? Or anyone’s life for that matter? The lesson will be learned when it is learned, now you just worry about yourself. Everyone has their own method or process.”

For me it was Maui. In another case, it’s someone I knew from an important life to the one I am living today. Most often memories beyond this life are unimportant, because what happens NOW is what’s mist important. When memories do arise, they have shown me the patterns of development, hitches, things to work on, lessons learned and some deferred. What has triggered memories for you?

I think that the more one focuses on the possibility of there having been a past life, it is more probable that details about a life might bubble up. In years past they would come through dreams, sometimes when I’d meet someone I have known before, or when an important milestone happened that had its echo in another lifetime. For me, I am just as interested in the core emotional material as I am in getting solid details about the life (names, dates, places, events). The former feeds my heart while the latter feeds the skeptics. One method for getting at this material is hypnotic regression, which I may try in the future if I can find someone to work with.