Continuing Past Life Connections With Our Soul Group

Harnessing the wisdom from snippets of past life memories.

The shallows of St.Kilda Beach

This has emerged as the third consecutive post exploring how the human experience gifts the soul wisdom teachings about the emotional plane.

In reiterating I only know what team Simone shows me, there has been a recent emphasis on the very essence of our being — connection. Our consciousness is as multidimensional as our Being. Life experiences are about connection to self and others — it is through emotions that we navigate relationships.

With conscious awakening we gain access to our soul and understand our human self as one of its threads. We meet members of the benevolent team guiding our human experience from across the veil and understand its collective role in the eternal expansion of One.

Our soul group collaborates to establish aspirations for each individual existence — in every dimension and realm we choose to experience. Aspirations, because in our human reality of free will choices, we might deviate from the plan.

As everything is energy, emotions emit vibrational frequencies and because the essence of our soul is from the realm of unconditional love, the ego offers the contrasting catalyst for valuable wisdom teachings — for soulful observation. When we awaken, we choose to feel into listening.

Recovery of the wounded inner child — understanding the function and physicality of the emotional plane — healing ancestral wounds — the eternal presence.

These are pertinent and repetitive subjects of my conscious awakening. Knowing that we are of unconditional love is the foundational platform for receiving universal truths. This enables our human aspect the courage to go within. The darkness into light analogies entail recognition of traits and patterns in and of self and others — and from this realisation stems emotionally challenging work in understanding acceptance and surrender to what is — a human acknowledgement of universal truth — an energetic alliance of vibrational alignment. Viewing with an empathic lens grants vibrational access to the realms of unconditional love.

Tuning to the wisdom your expansive soul is an emotional labour of love.

Our expansive soul is after all, observer of all its multidimensional realities. This knowing comes with an awareness, a trust that our expansiveness is infinite and beyond the conceptualisation of our mind-brain. Thus, I use the term observer purposefully — not to deny the emotions of life’s events and experiences — from its home in the realm of unconditional love, the soul is witness of its own creations.

My previous post related memories of a past life experience accessed through two separate guided meditations in 2021. Interestingly, I came across a CD a few weeks ago, a past life regression from 2014. This discovery I now understand to be the first, initial poke to write about connections between past and present. Given the experiences with my grandmother from across the veil, I had always had a keen interest in soul groups.

I went to see Glenda, a regressionist hypnotherapist, with an open curiosity. I was lucid throughout the session and can recall the images and associated emotions. These translated as feelings, the feelings exposed subtle messages and connections emerged through understandings and realisations.

The soul utilises the body as an energetic portal, an example of how we exist in our multidimensionality.

A quick contextual flashback to 2014. John and I had purchased our rural property in 2012 and were still living in inner city Melbourne. 2016 was targeted for John’s retirement and the rebuild for our anticipated tree change, which included Mum. I was working a maniacal 60+ hours per week — who’s holding the gun at your head — I can hear John asking. The same person who was holding the gun at his head, for he too was enduring a toxic work environment. Though, he had enough self respect to stick to the 40 hour week.

My father, Ivan, was in his ninth year of care in a psychiatric geriatric facility for people with advanced dementia. My sister, Sonia and I would visit him weekly — to feed him lunch — laugh, cry — crank him up. Sparring was a popular past time for Ivan. Despite the cognitive degeneration of his brain, his eyes reflected in fleeting moments of register, that his soul was a constant and present observer.

A 10 year habitualised repetition until his death on December 17, 2015. We remain grateful to have been present for his transition with Sonia’s two adult daughters. Our mother, Sandy’s declaration over speaker phone that, she had loved him — it was time to let go, was perhaps something he needed to hear? He complied shortly afterwards, drawing enough breath for a final sigh as he left his body. It was a three day labour.

The past life reading opened with Glenda talking me into a relaxed state, asking me to recall a happy early childhood memory. From an observational view point, I watched 5 year old Sonia chasing my toddler self in the shallows of Melbourne’s bayside, St.Kilda beach.

Glenda then took me to the anticipation of my birth whilst in utero. I expressed feeling content in the nurturing warmth of the womb. However, I could feel my mother’s anxiety, a bereft emptiness in the wake of her mother, Betty-Rita’s death in the week before I was born.

Hopping onto a cushioning and comforting cloud to travel further back, Glenda proposed that upon exiting, I would enter a past life of my soul’s choosing, one with relevance to my current (2014) life.

I found my 50ish year old self standing in what I described as, a large field of tiny green shoots sprouting — potatoes. Experiencing the scene rather than observing, I was feeling pride in this lone accomplishment. Glenda then averted my attention to notice what I was wearing. Looking down at my feet I had leather slip-on shoes, a heavily pleated full length skirt and three-quarter apron wrapped around my stout figure.

Across the field stood a solid rendered, white washed brick or stone house with a tiled terra cotta roof. Behind the house stood a thick of forest. I sensed it was somewhere in eastern Europe and around 1850.

I felt an uneasiness, the house should have had people in it, but it was empty. I preferred to be outside in the field, citing a strong connection to the land and place. I lived in a small rural community. Despite my achievement there was a pervasive sense of loneliness. The house was cold, dark and empty.

The regressionist asked me to go back to an earlier time in this current life.

Sometime around 10ish years earlier, I was now observer. A kitchen scene — it was evening and the warm amber glow from an open fireplace kept the peripheral of the room flittering and hence, dimly lit. I was placing food on a long rectangular wooden table and declared it — a time of abundance, a festive celebration. A large roasted bird adorned the centrepiece.

Standing around were perhaps 15 members of what I identified as community people. There was ample merriment. Those that were seated around the table were members of my family; two adolescent children, a male, female and my husband. Strangely, I could not see him, he was a simple grey silhouette — like a cardboard cut-out. I did note that my attention was drawn more to the community members than my family. It was a happy time, I concluded.

Prompting me to go back to an earlier time — again in this life — my wedding day presented. Reporting as 26 years old, I was sitting on a bench next to my husband. We were leaning against a rendered dull dusky pink wall.

Observing myself from approximately 3 feet, I could see I was in a simple white summery type of dress with loose and longish black hair. With my face in profile to face my husband, I spotted just a shadow sitting next to me. A strong inkling emerged as I announced, I have no emotional connection to my husband ... we are from the same village ... there was no coercion to marry him ... I feel absolutely nothing for him ... I got married because it was just something that we did.

And with that, it dawned on me that my husband in that life — is my father in this life.

With no further detail on offer re the wedding day, Glenda asked me to go to the day of my death. My soul transported me back to the opening scene. It occurred that I had driven my husband away because I suppose that I did not give him the love that he needed. I further understood this resulted in an estrangement with my adult children. I had lost connection with my family, and whilst I was proud of my independence; surviving as lone woman with a successful crop sprouting — the loneliness was an unexpected emotional endurance. The house was now empty and cold because it was devoid of people. I identified empathy as a key lesson of that life.

As the specifics of my death were not revealed, Glenda asked me to identify who met me when I died. There appeared my maternal grandmother of this life, Betty Rita. I asked her where Mum was — my mother in this life — and a 15 year old version of Mum appeared. In that moment they enveloped me in total acceptance and love. I felt absolutely fine about leaving my body — I probably dropped dead in that field, I don’t sense I lived to an old age, I laughed.

As an interesting aside, noted in the post about Betty Rita:

During a reading around 2005, Betty Rita came through to inform the psychic-medium that she is one of my guides ... [she] also told Ioanna that she has been my mother in a previous incarnation; one in which my mother and I were sisters.

And herein lies the confirmation of reveals across multiple lives, those which weave across decades of synchronicities for this one human life time of experience — this contribution to my soul’s expansion. Betty Rita and Sandy appeared in the regression in a form which I could identify, in a way where I could make connection to other communication.

And what of connections with my father Ivan?

As with last week’s past life recall — I can only state what becomes immediately apparent. Anything further would delve into the extrapolating think tank of the egoic mind. Nor was this the first or only occasion that I have had soul contact with Ivan. He is a member of team Simone.

You see, ask Simone in different timelines of this current reality and you will get a different perception — a different judgement — from the 8 year old wounded child to the 17 year old angry adolescent, to the — reluctant — yet finally accepting 30+ adult.

Ask the current 58 year old Simone and she will defer to her expansive soul, responding from awareness.

She will identify patterns weaved through the storylines of ancestors in her current lifetime. She will recognise those traits within herself — her soul will speak through vibrational frequency so she might feel into listening — presence. Within acceptance and surrender lies a release — for there exists a collaborative force of energies — each influencing the other’s timelines of existence. I cannot explain it, I just know it.

Insights into these shifting timelines and their manifested realities serve many purposes for our human experience. These intricacies include connections to other members of our soul group and our eternal and expansive universe. Awareness does not negate emotions, dismiss deeds, or change the events of life experiences.

This past life recall is not about tit-for-tat spiritual claims of karmic punishment, such beliefs and attempts to conceptualise what we might not fully understand — can stretch the frequency of consciousness — the human desire to know everything can vibrationally manifest imaginings into spiritual egoism.

I have shared many lives with the soul who played the role of my father in this life time.

As another interesting aside, during a 2021 Women’s Circle, Moria called for an ancestor spirit to stand behind each of us. After identifying them through her description, Moria passed us a brief message. A uniformed paternal figure stood behind me. He introduced himself as Stefan. My grandfather had been a member of the Gendarmerie in Sarajevo. As with my maternal grandmother, Betty Rita, I had not met Stefan in this life. He died in 1967, on the cusp of coming to visit us in Australia.

His simple message for me was, He wants you to know that he knows your soul very well.

A confirming message that my journey of awakening is indeed a continuing collaboration with the team. While we can be imprinted with traits and patterns that permeate many lives across our soul group — threads carried in our physical and emotional bodies — the awakening of individual awareness extends a soul group’s capacity to work concurrently, across dimensions and lives — to sever patterns that no longer serve the collective in its expansion as One.

Therefore, a knowing conscious awareness does not mean ancestral wounds are instantly resolved. Nor does it excuse the trauma we inflict on others. Acceptance and surrender to what is — a greater understanding and knowing that we are fragments of One — might offer opportunities to emotionally engage in what we refer to as forgiveness. Remembering — awakening to who and what we are enables us to undertake the necessary inward dive to emerge with clarity and wisdom of the soul — from an empathic and compassionate observational viewpoint — unconditional love.

In our human form our bodies are part of our consciousness — an aspect of our overall energetic soul signature. It is through our bodies that we receive other life memories. These are revealed for the purpose of strengthening connections.

What our souls choose to show us is with the benevolent guidance from our team. What I was shown in this past life was not so much about the events as they were about universal truths.

While each existence is complete in what it contributes to our soul’s expansion, the journey of our soul’s expression is not contained or explored in one lifetime. Our soul’s vastness extends beyond our body in its simultaneous adventures on other planes of reality.

And with a confirming swing of the blinds from John in this, the third sitting to complete this post, it is deep gratitude that I feel for the gift of this connection.

Fascinating. The mystery continues ...

Until next time, thank you for reading.

With love and gratitude, my learning continues.

John and team Simone, thank you for the guidance. I love you.

And so it is.