past life

Past Lives Present Futures

I have always been sceptical when people claimed they could see or sense others’ past lives; my “alarm bells” would go off. However, as I began to explore my past-life memories, I realized it wasn’t just the content of what I was remembering but also the way my body was recalling those experiences. Through focused attention and a clarity of intention, I uncovered memories of six past lives that seamlessly mirror areas of my current journey in different variations.

After spending a year immersed in integrating those past life experiences and crafting a new personal narrative, combined with my 35 years of experience as a transformation consultant, I’ve come to embrace a new understanding of the reality of past lives and inter-dimensional realities. I encourage you to approach this with an open mind and prepare to embark on a rewarding journey.

I still believe that it’s not appropriate to enter, voice or project ones ideas of another person’s past life simply because it’s not their past life. A person’s past life is indeed accessible if they are ready, willing, and available to do the necessary work.

The portal you enter may lead you to places you didn’t even realize you had been before.

I now know our past life experiences are a rich, vibrant, and largely untapped resource available to us in this lifetime. I’m genuinely grateful to have accessed these extraordinary and sacred visions and memories, and I hope you’ll join me in exploring your transformative potential at a Wisdom Of The Ages | Workshop.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

The Circus and The Cake Shop

The following is my latest extended narrative and timeline that I have crafted into my past life as a child in the circus France and then my life in Montreal. – I share this version with you, as it provides a clear example of what’s possible when creating an extended story for a past life that needs some tender loving care and a new timeline.

The Circus and The Cake Shop

In the realm of the circus, where abnormity held sway,
My mother, a trapeze artist, in that world did play.
Josephine was my name, a child of spectacle in this strange domain.

Childhood was not a haven, in this nomadic show,
A world of child labour, where neglect would grow.
Left in a yard, the offspring of those who soared,
In huts and props, a life often ignored.

A collection of children, diverse in their years,
The older ones became caregivers, suppressing their fears.
Influenced by outcast performers, and their bizarre ways,
An unsafe norm, yet friendship ablaze.

Until one day, a trapeze partner took heed,
Witnessed my plight, a tormented misdeed.
At five years old, we departed that circus stage,
Leaving behind applause, my sparkling mother, a talented trapeze sage.

To Canada, we sailed, a new chapter began,
Montreal’s allure, a place bathed in the sun.
Our French tongue spoken, and understood with care,
Mother was a drawcard; her grace and finesse were rare.

In the city of Quebec, my life took root,
Dreams of a cake shop bloomed, with flowers to suit.
A haven of love, confections so sweet,
A tranquil embrace, where joy and life could meet.
Françoise, my love, a new adventure to behold,
On roads we traveled, our destinies unfold.

Married and settled, Quebec is our home,
And my pretty cake shop flourished, where seeds of love were sown.
Motherhood and business were happily combined,
A tapestry neatly woven, life’s joys intertwined.

The War brought trials, and stole Françoise’s sight,
Yet his quiet presence each day, was a beacon of light.
A community together, a strong bridge we built,
Leftover bread we shared and a good gesture was felt.
It became a healing balm for my childhood’s pain,
Our cafe thrived, with love’s reframe.

My Françoise’s passing cast a shadow so deep,
Yet the laughter of our children, I found a promise to keep.
Memories lingered like vanilla’s sweet scent,
A life well-lived, with love’s precious intent.

As my girls forged their paths with poise and grace,
Elsie, now a trapeze artist, claimed the space.

Our cafe walls were adorned with Mama’s shining splendour
And now Elsie wore Mama’s costume with sweet pride upon her

Generations abundant, a legacy blazing true,
Strength in women was shining through.

Inevitably, the cosmic tale called my name,
A fleeting illness claimed me, and my gentle transition came.

In a dream, my beloved whispered to me,
“It’s time, my little Angel, Come see, Come see.”
My Mama and Françoise took my hand and I soared high, into a glorious dance,
And just like that, I was taken up by the cosmic currents, of celestial chance.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

The Story of Pardi and The Mothers Blessing

Hello beautiful Souls,

Today I am sharing my story of my past life in the ancient city of Ari, and thrilled to have now completed six of my past life narratives, which make up my Personal Mythos in this lifetime.

The following is a new extended narrative and timeline that I have crafted into my past life as a young girl who became a Mother’s Blessing practitioner in ancient Armenia. The story is also aligned with the archetype of the Sacred Mother. – I share this with you, as it provides a clear example of what’s possible when creating an extended story for a past life that needs some tender loving care and a new timeline. 

In my past life as Pardi, living in the heart of ancient Armenia, I walked a path delicately woven from the threads of ancient traditions and the rapidly growing story of the Christian faith—my role as a Mother’s Blessing practitioner for our community needed to bridge these worlds. I lived between the divine whispers of Anahit, the once-revered and plentiful Goddess of fertility, healing, and wisdom, and Christianity, which had spread its roots deep into the Armenian soil.

Faith-filled Symbols

The pomegranate, a fruit as rich in flavour as it was in symbolism, was central to our lives. It was more than just sustenance; it was a sacred emblem, a direct link to the essence of Anahit. Its crown-like calyx and the abundance of seeds within spoke of sovereignty, fertility, and the continuation of life. These seeds, each encased in its jewel-like ruby chamber, were like the many facets of Anahit herself—protector, healer, and nurturer.

As Armenia embraced Christianity, the cherished symbols of our old beliefs found new expressions. We didn’t embrace The Cross as a cruxification but instead imbued it with the essence of the Tree of Life, which evolved it beyond its initial religious significance. It was a symbol that bridged beliefs, merging the Christian promise of eternal life with the pomegranate’s cyclical nature of birth, death, and rebirth. This convergence of symbols was not a mere coincidence but a testament to the enduring strength of our cultural identity, seamlessly integrating the old with the new.

Collaboration and Craftsmanship

Intertwined with these sacred symbols, my life was filled with joy and sorrow, victories and losses. My relationship with Tiran, a craftsman of unparalleled skill, was a source of deep love and companionship. He understood, as I did, the importance of keeping our ancient traditions alive within the framework of our new Christian faith. Together, we created objects of beauty and significance—crosses adorned with pomegranate motifs and vessels that carried the essence of Anahit within their Christian designs. Our work was a declaration of our heritage, a resistance against the removal of our rich past.

The pomegranate’s presence was felt everywhere, from the sacred rituals that still whispered of Anahit’s power to the Christian ceremonies that celebrated life’s miraculous renewal. It adorned our tables, art, and sacred spaces, a constant reminder of the continuity that ran through our lives. Its seeds, bursting with life, mirrored the community’s hope for a future where our traditions could coexist with our faith.

Challenges Build Faith-filled Resilence

However, my journey was not without its challenges. The struggle to preserve our heritage against the tide of a changing world was daunting. There were moments when the weight of my role as a Mother’s Blessing practitioner felt overwhelming, as if the essence of our culture and its ancient deities rested upon my shoulders. The loss of traditions, the fading memory of Anahit’s once towering golden presence, and the struggle to keep her spirit alive in the face of Christian dominance cast shadows over my longing heart.

Yet, I found my greatest strength in these moments of doubt and fear. I discovered that the true power of our traditions lay not only in the rituals or symbols themselves but in the unbreakable spirit of our people. Our resilience and unwavering commitment to honour our past while embracing our future became my guiding light.

My triumphant moment came not as a singular victory but as a realisation of the impact of our endeavours. Through our creations and love, Tiran and I had sown the seeds of memory and identity into the fabric of our community. We had shown that the esssence of our beloved Mother Goddess could live on through the symbols of our faith. And that the pomegranate and the Cross, merging as the Tree of Life, could stand together as symbols of our enduring heritage.

My time in Ari, the city of 1001 churches, came to an endearing closure—and my holy pomegranate, with its deep red seeds and the Tree of Life, each embodying the plentiful energy of my Mother Goddess, now symbolised my life. I had gracefully learnt about blending the old and the new and found a sacred beauty in unity and diversity.

My story, as Pardi, is a testament to the power of belonging, community, and tradition. It is a message that transcends time, weaving the past and the present into a story rich with the colours of humanity’s shared divinity.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

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Story Therapy: Crafting Your Personal Mythology

Hello, beautiful Souls. 

Today, I am talking about the transformative journey of Story Therapy, a unique approach to self-discovery and healing. In this exploration, we delve into the creation of your Personal Mythology, a narrative that weaves together the threads of your past, present, and future. This process allows you to shine a light on the pain points and turning points that have shaped you, fostering a deeper understanding of yourself.

The Power of Personal Mythology

Every life is a story, a narrative unfolding with each passing moment. Your Personal Mythology is the tapestry of experiences, emotions, and lessons that form the essence of who you are. By consciously crafting this narrative, you gain insight into your psyche, paving the way for healing and growth.

Acknowledging Pain Points

The first step in crafting your Personal Mythology is acknowledging pain points. These challenges, hardships, and moments of despair have left an indelible mark on your soul. Through storytelling, you confront these painful chapters, giving them a voice and the recognition they deserve.

As you articulate and integrate these experiences into your narrative, you reclaim your power over them. Story Therapy provides a safe space to explore the depth of your emotions, enabling you to release the burdens of unresolved pain.

Illuminating Turning Points

In the tapestry of your life, turning points are the moments of transformation, resilience, and growth. They are the chapters where you discover strength within vulnerability, find resilience in adversity, and embrace change as a catalyst for evolution.

Crafting your Personal Mythology highlights these turning points, celebrating your triumphs and acknowledging the lessons learned. By doing so, you empower yourself to draw strength from your own narrative, fostering a sense of self-efficacy and resilience.

Translating Past Lives into the Present

Your Personal Mythology is not confined to the past; it is a living, breathing story that extends into your present and future. The insights gained from exploring pain points and turning points become tools for navigating the complexities of your current life.

Embracing the Present

Story Therapy invites you to be fully present in your narrative and to embrace the person you are today. By understanding the roots of your beliefs, behaviours, and aspirations, you gain clarity on the present moment. This awareness becomes a foundation for intentional living, allowing you to make choices aligned with your true self.

Shaping the Future

As you weave your Personal Mythology, you become the author of your destiny. The lessons learned from pain points guide you away from repeating destructive patterns, while the wisdom gained from turning points empowers you to create a future filled with purpose and authenticity.

Neutral Reflection

In Story Therapy, I guide you through a neutral and non-judgmental exploration of your narrative. We offer a safe space for self-reflection, encouraging you to authenticate your story. This process is not about imposing external judgments but rather about fostering self-compassion and understanding.

Embark on this journey of self-discovery, using the power of storytelling to illuminate the path to healing and growth. Your Personal Mythology awaits as a story that is uniquely you, waiting to be explored, understood, and embraced.

Heart to Heart and Blessings Abound, Elizabeth

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Understanding My Personal Mythos

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