Past Life Memories of 3rd Grade

it was third grade at the private christian school i attended for the first 9 years of becoming properly educated.

there was a cardboard egg carton, dark grey, serving as a vessel for stones- one in each egg hole. my schoolmate reached into the corner divot to retrieve something more than a common earth coloured rock- a clear & white crystal!

i ripped it from her hand: “that’s mine!”
“no it’s not, it was right here!”
as we fought over it, the teacher approached. what misbehaviour!
“she took my crystal! it’s mine! she took it from me!” i cried
my schoolmate gazed at me, flabbergasted at my fascinating story.

tears streamed down my face and i felt defiled
robbed

my heart ached in pain and rage
why doesn’t anyone believe me?
what’s with this delusional outburst?

twenty years later, it’s become clear

our fragmented memories hold the keys into the ancient past we’ve lived

no wonder we resonate with such variety
elves, mermaids, fairies, witches, oracles, tribal ways
ancient greece & egypt, the mayas, tibet (these traditions specifically)
pyramids, domes, caves, underwater realms
the rings of atlantis

the way was to train in each ring- with the tribal, animal peoples of the outer rings, incrementally into the advanced technology realm of crystals & pyramids in the centre

imagination & intuition are to be impeccably differentiated if we’re to serve this planet, by first remembering our inner child’s wisdom

emotions are intelligent

that’s why they made us ‘pledge allegiance’ with a hand over our heart every morning — a dimming practice

so i hold my inner little girl on my lap & honour her emotional breakdown that exhibited ancient memory, stored in my/her bones… continually awakening, remembering. despite the recall hurdles intentionally placed to distract & numb

encoded memories speak thru our sometimes unexplainable outbursts. trust them. it’s not a condition calling for a prescription. its ancient remembrance.