This Time Around

When I was a young child, with no cognizant knowledge of reincarnation, I used to say that this was my last time here on Earth. Maybe because of the abuse and dysfunction of my family, or maybe because I just "knew".
What I found out in my later years is that, everything that has happened in my life was heavily karmic. It makes sense: if you don't want to come back, you have to take care of all unfinished business, right?
Not an easy proposition. This life has always had an intensity of emotions and relationships that, perhaps you, dear reader, may resonate with.
Starting with a year long Past-Life Regression Therapy, not only I released many lives, but the most important of all, the moment of my conception.
Both my parents were Architects. They met in school and got married right after graduation. My father decided to go abroad for a two year Masters degree, while my mother stayed behind working to support him and make ends meet. When he returned two years later, he was a virtual stranger, but nonetheless, decided to reclaim his marital status by forcing my mother into having sex with him against her will.
As this is happening, I am waiting in line somewhere in the in-between lives space and my ride comes. There was only one seat left and three other Souls in front of me, but something, or someone, pushed me into that seat and I proceeded to fall rapidly into that moment when my body was being conceived., the whole time screaming, "Nooooo, it's a mistake, take me back!"
You get the picture...
The pregnancy that followed was unwanted and my mother drank some herbal concoction to try to abort me, but all it did was make her very sick. I was born at term with the umbilical chord wrapped around my neck, a blue baby.
Technically, this was my first NDE (Near Death Experience).
After I was born, my parents fought constantly, the throwing dishes at each other type of fight, and so there wasn't much time for me.
Fast forward after they divorced, and I was living under one roof with my mother, aunt, uncle and grandmother, but pretty much alone with my grandmother during the day. She was always busy with house chores and I occupied myself with watching her or dwelling in the invisible world of imagination that was all mine.
My second NDE at age three, was my initiation into the life of a Shaman.
As I was lying on a padded table facing the window, my mother and grandmother arguing about whose fault was it that I was in the car accident with my father, all I could focus on was the raging fire devouring the villa we lived in. I kept yelling fire!, until finally they stopped arguing and looked at the window.
I never forgot that night as we stood outside watching the fire burning the houses to ashes. I could not detach myself from the fire. The intensity, the energy, the power to consume everything in its path.
Even at that young age I felt the interconnection of all things.

More to come. Stay tuned.