The Miracle of Kindness
Have you heard about people walking right past someone who is being attacked or abused? It happens, but not as often as you think.
Researchers from universities in Copenhagen and Lancaster examined 219 different videos of verbal or physical abuse that took place in three cities, Amsterdam, Lancaster and Cape Town. Only in one out of ten instances did people walk by. Ninety percent of people stepped in to help, and this percentage was same in all three cities.
Watching, reading or hearing the news, we can get a warped view about our fellow humans. The media focuses on the negative, on actions that are the opposite of kindness. We need to remind ourselves that most people, about ninety percent in fact, are willing to intervene in circumstances of abuse and violence, even when there is some risk to themselves.
Most of the clients who come to see me are encouraged by their spiritual guides to be kind and caring. Many find this is their life purpose and are called to act kindly in the face of abuse and criticism. How do they do that?
The following two cases, from the many clients I have seen, help us understand. One is Hashree, a lovely woman, who felt called to undertake a life between lives regression.
In her session, I help Hashree obtain the relaxed state that helps clients experience their past lives and the life between lives. She accesses a past life and, after dying at the end of that life, Hashree arrives back into her timeless spirit home in the life between lives. She explains how that occurs and how she is to proceed.
I am walking on the beach barefoot, wearing a long white flowy dress. My hair is long, curly and blonde. I am meeting somebody, my beloved, and I am saying,” I finally get to be with you.”
I feel so much love. Although, I can’t see his face, he is holding m. Sadly, I feel we are going to be apart soon.
I have something to do that will separate us. Even though I don’t want to leave him, I have to. I have made peace with it now and accepted that I have to go. He is my soulmate and being strong for both of us.
We cannot be together in our lives because we would be too absorbed with each other and lose our focus. Sometimes we meet, when incarnated, but only briefly.
A little boat has come for me. I see him standing under the trees. I am getting in and my dress is getting wet. He laughs and pushes me out on the water while I am saying I don’t want to leave you.
Now I am sailing away. The sky is golden, so beautiful. I am alone on the ocean now. It is quiet and I am enjoying the water. I am at peace.
At this point in the regression, I am not sure whether Hashree is still in spirit or physical, so I ask her. “Are you a spirit now?”
I guess I am. I had to go back to my heavenly father. He wants me back. I have a job to do. I feel no emotion just calm.
I have a purpose, but I don’t know what it is yet. I am resting, having a chance to recover. I feel like I am floating. It is nice. I am still in the in between. I can sense the physical world, but I am not in it. I am resting to build my energy for something. I am a bit apprehensive about what I have to do. My father is saying I can do it. He is filling my heart with so much love it is going to explode. He wants me to take that love and spread it. He said I am joy. There will be sadness too. I am not sure, but he is making me strong so I can do it.
I am still in the in between and I have to make the choice. I could stay here in this calm beautiful place or I can go down again and do this job. From here, I can see Planet Earth and it seems like there is a bubble around it. It’s like I can poke my finger in it.
My father says I have been chosen because I am strong. I have the job of going back into a body and touching sad, unhappy people to enlighten something positive in them.
Obviously, Hashree does come back to Earth into her current incarnation. She is married with children and now speaks from that perspective.
In my current life, I have been given this heart to love. But it gets broken a lot. I still carry the sadness of leaving my spiritual home. I don’t like to come back to Earth, but I have work to do.
Hashree starts crying. In her current life, her husband needs her, but this man is not her soulmate. As well, he has a tendency to be critical and this often hurts her.
I don’t understand people speaking badly to others and to me. I am looking at my husband and I see his heart is sad. I just have to be kinder to him. My heart can cope. I am strong. I just gained the insight and strength to carry this burden. My strength is love.
We are on this journey together and I am to help unlock his heart. I am to show him forgiveness. As I forgive him, I help him find forgiveness for himself. He is good soul, but he is carrying some guilt. I need to look past everything, past him being human, and see the divinity underneath.
I feel this light so bright that my hair is standing on end.
People are sad because they have forgotten who they really are. I remind them by seeing the divinity in them. Before, when I felt hurt, I allowed my human nature to take over. But his criticism is not really about me. Now I get a sense that I am not attached to anything. I am free.
Someone just said, I am the joy maker. I can bring laughter. My gift is words and the way I speak with love.
During her regression Hashree is given information about her purpose, but that is not all she receives. Her guides give her a firsthand experience of the power and energy of love. This changes her, reminding her of who she really is and why she is on the planet. Her path is acting with unconditional love and this brings joy to her and others.
In another regression, a client, Lindsay, is learning to express kindness. His guides give him some tips on how to do this.
To be kind and loving you need patience and no personal agenda. You cannot invest yourself in the outcome. When you are moving to love, you are not concerned about anyone succeeding or not. Winning or being right is not important. In other words, our acts of kindness are not tied to any need in us.
It is not about trying to be good. It is doing what feels right and what you know is right. You just do your best and let everything else go.
When helping someone we usually hope that he or she succeeds, improves, recovers or, at least, survives. If we step in when someone is being abused, we may want to win. If someone is critical or arguing with us, we can be defensive, wanting to be right. But the guides are clear on all the above, it is not our concern.
We help because it is who we are. Being caring and kind is in our nature. When we are kind, we are expressing our true self. How would we feel if we walked by, ignoring the genuine needs of others? That is not who we really are. Kindness to others is also kindness to ourselves.
Better than Wild Sex
I know two women who are missing out on the best potential time of their lives. They are looking after their elderly husbands. Many years ago, each married a man who was around twenty years older than they were. At the time, each woman was not coping well alone. Their husbands provided much needed emotional and financial security.
For around thirty years, the marriages survived and were reasonably happy, but in recent years there has been a change. The men grew old and became ill. Both men were successful in their businesses, seeing themselves as strong, protective and capable. Now they are struggling to cope with their physical demise. Their wives describe them as weak, needy and demanding. Both women are tired, frustrated and resentful. They hate looking after these men who once looked after them.
Blanche d’Alpuget didn’t miss out. She was the main carer of her husband, Bob Hawke, the former prime minister, nursing him during the last year of his life when he was at his weakest.
After his death, she said the joy of mature love involves great softness and intimacy with no pretence or secrets, and that she found it wonderful to look after the one she loved.
We often said to each other that we’ve been blessed to have this period together.
[It has been] the most tender and intimate of our whole lives. For me [our relationship ranged from] the wild excitement of sexual ecstasy to the great tenderness of looking after a person who was completely dependent upon me. And there is much greater intimacy, actually, in looking after somebody who is in that debilitated state than there is in even the wildest sex.
Some people might find it difficult to believe that caring for a loved one can be so gratifying. But I have come across this before in my clients. Some feel like this in their current lives and some have felt it about their past lives. One of the latter is Lorraine.
In the regression, Lorraine re-lived a past life in America as a man, Jimmy, who married in mid-life. Three years after they married, his wife, Maddy, fell off a horse and was crippled.
She is sitting in a rocking chair and I am bringing her iced tea on a platter. I am the carer. I just want to look after her because she is so brave, and I love her so much. We didn’t have any children and we really wanted them. There is a sadness about that in her.
I am looking at the sunset, realising there is more to life than children. She appreciates the care I give her.
We are sitting on the porch of a two-story house, near the town. I see horses going by. We have lots of friends and they and others come by and say hello.
We love bantering, being funny, singing, talking and dreaming together. She is not demanding but she does have a mind of her own. She has a view about things, she reads and teaches me what she knows. I had to wait a long time for her to come into my life
There is a piano in the house, and I play it in the evenings. Now we are having a drink together. I carry her upstairs to bed. Although it is limited; it is a lovely life.
Now I see myself on the porch alone, feeling sad. She is gone.
I died around 60, from a heart attack about five years after she passed. I grew some plants for her and watched them grow. It was too long. I missed her.
We made a pact. She would like to look after me next time. She is my friend and the love of my life. That is why I love sunflowers. I planted some.
I feel peaceful now. I see that it is important to appreciate looking after another and doing so is joy. It was pure joy looking after her with the love between us.
No doubt it takes a lot of energy looking after another who is needy. There are times of exhaustion and frustration. But it gives us an opportunity to reach into the most loving part of ourselves rather than giving into resentment. To do this, our love for ourselves needs to be strong and resilient, as strong as our love for another.
We are spiritually mature when we realise it is privilege to be either the carer, or the one being cared for.
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Stories of the Afterlife
As most of you know, I am certified with The Michael Newton Institute for Life Between Lives Hypnotherapy. Here are some links that will give you more information about regression and the afterlife:
In response to global interest and demand for more inspiring case stories, The Newton Institute (TNI) created Stories of the Afterlife.This online journal is for anyone curious about our existence beyond physical life. The journal contains cases of clients who have had been regressed to their past lives and life between lives. Each journal contains about five cases written by TNI practitioners. Currently there are 200 TNI practitioners from 40 different countries around the globe.
Each quarterly addition also includes other regular features that keeps you up to date with research, book reviews and other news about the practice of regressions and life before and beyond.
To find out more about more about Stories of the Afterlife, click on this link:
https://www.newtoninstitute.org/news/stories-afterlife/
TNI also has a FaceBook page where people can ask questions and share information about past lives, life between lives and their regressions.
Click here to join: https://www.facebook.com/groups/122382797796840/
Shining a Light on Neo-Nazism
Recently I read about an American a white supremist, a singer in a Neo-Nazi band, named Arno Michaelis. He is now the author of a book, My Life After Hate, and works with young people via an organization, Serve2Unite. His story sheds some light on a question I have often wondered about. How does emanating light make a difference to the people around you?
Many people who come to see me for regressions are looking for meaning in their lives. To their surprise, they often find their main purpose in life is very simple. It is not a job, a career or doing thing for others. It is simply “being.” But there is something special about this “being.”
One of these clients is Simone, 36, a trainer and coach, who comes to see me because she is tired of the politics playing out at the office—even though she enjoys her day to day work with people. She wants to know her life purpose and her next career step.
During the regression, Simone is taken to a past life as a man. He is a wise advisor to a King in one of the kingdoms on the Iberian Peninsula, a long, long time ago. The king is a jovial man who reigns over a relatively peaceful kingdom. He greatly appreciates the advice of his respected counsellor who is devoted to the king and the kingdom.
The advisor dies looking out at the ocean on a sunny day. He reflects on his life.
It was a life of service. My opinion was valued. I was an honest, ethical person and the people around me were like that too. It was a wealthy place and people were taken care of. It had a good energy.
Simone meets her guide in the library after proceeding to her life between lives. The guide opens her book of lifeand she is given information about the advisor’s life and the relationship to her current life.
My job was to teach people to not be greedy and to have compassion for each other. That is why it was a happy peaceful place. I helped them understand the importance of contentment and compassion. They saw the sense in that.
Now my guide is saying that I fulfilled my purpose. We touched multi-generations with that golden energy all around. It is a time after Atlantis when the golden light and energy returned. I was to empower others and keep that energy humming. I sensed an awareness of what had happened in Atlantis.
I feel that is my purpose again, to increase the higher positive vibration and light. This time I feel more people are onboard. It is not as hard as we think, if we remind people of connecting. People are becoming more aware of what they want, their connection with others. Even just doing this one on one is worthwhile. It sends out energy like a ripple in a pond.
I ask Simone and her guides how this will work in her day to day life.
I am not going to be told now. I will know in three days after I sit with this contentment, absorbing and integrating this memory and experience. I need to step into the power I have, and remember who I am. I have this great light within me. The thoughts, ideas, images and words will come to me just when I need them. It is like a “knowing.” I need to keep trusting that it will come.
I didn’t really get my question answered during that session, but I found an answer when Arno Michaelis explained how he turned away from hatred and violence.
He experienced a number of incidents that influenced this shift. One memorable moment happened some years before he made the final change.
I radiated hostility, especially towards anyone with a darker skin complexion than mine.
One time at a McDonald’s, I was greeted by a black lady who had a radiant smile for everybody who walked through the door. That smile alone was blowing my bullshit out of the water. I had a swastika tattooed on the middle finger of my right hand and I tried to hide it. But she noticed it anyway saying, “What’s that on your finger?” I couldn’t say, “It’s a symbol of my race because I am white warrior for my people.” I was completely disarmed. I just said, “It’s nuthin.”
She looked up at me, “That’s not who you are. You’re a better person than that.” Powerless against such compassion, I fled from her steady smile and authentic presence, never to return to that McDonald’s again.
Arno didn’t forget this woman nor the energy she emanated. It stayed with him as one chink in the armour he had developed as protection from a childhood of alcoholism and emotional abuse.
He finally changed when he became a single parent of his little daughter. But he never forgot the sunny woman at MacDonald’s who saw right through his protective shield into his heart, and touched the person he really was.
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