|Journey Of Souls
||[Oct. 15th, 2006|11:09 am]
Michael Newton's Journey of Souls is about what we get up to between incarnations. He's a hypnotherapist. He discovered that if you put people in a theta state they'll start remembering their existence as discarnate souls.|
The universe is a school. Souls are little innocent, fizzy sparks of pure whizzbangery- a little like the soot-demons in My Friend Totoro, only white- and they need to get an education.
There are lots of planets where they can incarnate. Earth has a reputation- out there in the cosmos- as a pretty tough assignment.
But- no gain without pain: that's the school motto.
Karma is fierce but not unfriendly. Do something mean and you'll get it done back to you- eventually. Maybe 700 years later. But no soul is forced into a life it doesn't want. It gets to pick lives, as if from a catalogue. There's a lot of consultation and forward planning.
Souls are androgynous, but have gender preferences . The wiser they get the less they care.
Every soul belongs in a group of friends. These friends stick together for all eternity. They incarnate together. And in between incarnations they hang out together and chill and catch up on their homework.
You'll never have friends like your soul-friends. They're your homies. All for one and one for all.
Each soul also has a guide. And guides have guides. And the guides of guides have guides. All the way to the vanishing point.
New souls are white. Then they turn yellow, then blue. When you get to purple you're an ascended master or an archangel or a god or something long those lines.
It can take tens of thousands of years to aquire a yellow tinge.
At any given time about three quarters of the earth's population is made up of beginner souls. Beginner souls are sweet, simple, malleable and easily led. Yes, that figures.
All the time I was reading this I was ticking off points and saying to myself- yes, I knew that, I knew that, i knew that.
Souls refer to their lives as "projects". Every project has some point or other.
So what's my current project all about?
I think I know...
2006-10-15 02:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reminding me of this post.
*nodding, a couple of head tilts, smiling*
It's just commonsense, really....
Yeah, this feels kinda right.
There is this feeling I get about certian people, right in my solar plexus. I call these people my Fambly and I know that wherever life takes me they'll always be family to me. Sometimes it startles me when I meet someone. Thus far I think I've met four, perhaps five.
Thankfully one is my Mother and the other is my Partner/mate/spouse. ^_^
According to Newton, incarnations are generally group projects.
And we keep on "marrying" the same people over and over again.
I think I may have just met a member of my "family". I'm not sure, but the coincidences surrounding the meeting suggest that something out of the ordinary was going on.
it is a little like a meerschaum pipe
isnt it then? starting white...
in fact thats where mine finished(years
ago when I smoked pipes) could
never get the thing to do much in changing
That's something they were talking about on TV the other day- how you have to smoke a meershaum in order to get it to turn that lovely amber colour.
I've always thought meershaums were cool- ever since I found out the Sherlock Holmes used one.
I'd like to think you are one of my soul pals, or--to put it more modestly--I'd like to think I am one of your soul pals.
This is Purchas in limbo, huh? Well, I would love to talk over theology with you on the foggy plain between incarnations.
I was told I had a gold aura. Maybe I'm about finished up!
This smacks of Swedenborg.
Oh, it smacks of everyone--a jumble of every theory! How fun.
I was also told (by the same psychic) that I had a spirit guide who looked like Cochise, the Indian.
I can't find a picture of him, but I think he is probably sick of whiny old me and has moved on to a better protege.
If we are soul-pals (and the thought has crossed my mind too) then we've been crossing one another's paths for thousands and thousands of years. An awesome thought, eh?
Gold is stage two- out of six. And maybe there are other grades above the ones we know about. There's a long long trail a-winding....
I'd recommend this book. My daughter recommended it to me. She says its her "Bible".
According to Newton, lots of Americans have Native American guides. Spirits like to return to the landscapes they knew in "life". Makes perfect sense, really.
So gold is stage two--in a way, that's a relief. If I'm young and dumb, then I can improve.
I've been thinking about how everyone wants to escape this "mortal coil," but I want to come back. I'm planning to ask the [supervisors] who give out assignments to give me more interesting talents next time. I'm tired of being a "bad poet with dreams." What a curse! (Peter Beagle said that.)
I like the earth. I just think I'll wait on the Other Side till we get this nuclear stuff cleared up; I don't want to be in a Survivor scenario. I'd like to try out the far future when we're exploring other galaxies in silver suits.
Apparently most souls eventually get nostalgic for Earth.
Of course there are other planets in other galaxies you could try- though, most of them, according to Newton's informants, are rather dull compared to ours.
We just drove back from town and I glanced over to where sunlight was falling on the misty hills and felt a sudden pang of longing. But for what? Certainly not for that particular draughty hillside. It's as if I were half remembering something seen in some other life or mode of existence.
I remember dreaming, many years ago, about being on Saturn and tumbling around on the planet while rainbows braided and unbraided themselves behind me against the black sky.
It was weeks later that Voyager's pictures discovered that the rings of Saturn are braided--that is, are not entirely separate, but rather join and unjoin each other--I think that's what I read.
"Sunlight on misty hills"--I can understand your "sudden pang of longing."
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we HAD been on many other planets, with strange and thrilling landscapes? I wish I could remember even one!
My mother, who yearns to know more about the universe, tells me at least once a month that she hopes after death to find out at last what dark matter is!