Past Lives and Present Lessons
Welcome to “Corbie’s Wayback Machine!”
Remember the 1960s cartoon Mr. Peabody and Sherman? They had a Wayback Machine that took them to all kinds of earlier periods in history. That’s basically what a Past Life reading with me does — and it can be incredibly revealing.
Now, what I do is past life retrieval. Most of you have heard of past life regression. But they’re very different.
In a regression, YOU would be hypnotized and visit the Akashic Halls to find a past life of your own. This can sometimes be scary and traumatizing, especially if you are reliving a difficult past life, or the moment of your death in that incarnation. That’s why a regression must ONLY be done by a certified hypnotherapist or certified past life regressionist, because they know how to “pull you out” if things get dicey.
What I do is easier on you, but just as fascinating. When you present me with a situation or person you’d like to examine, I’m the one who goes into the Akashic Records and pulls down the life (or lives) you need to review. Because you are not reliving it hypnotically, you can absorb it without intense emotion, but still learn from it.
Past lives can come to me either in one very detailed description, if a particular life is of importance — or, if there is a theme that follows through, I may get several past lives, each one weaving a thread.
So let’s start with some simpler examples:
Why do I constantly say “I love you” to myself? It’s usually when no one else is around. When my family has heard me seemingly talking to myself, what I am doing is professing love. Many times I feel a strong spiritual connection in my heart center and it has been happening for over a year now. Beatrice
In this case, Beatrice’s guides said this is directly as a result of an incarnation in Austria in the 1800s, where she was born deaf.
There was a sense of what she was missing. She did end up getting married. Her husband was very patient with her. She had a couple of kids. The difficulty here was that everyone else heard and she did not.
What her soul ached for was to hear “I love you” from those she loved and who loved her. I couldn’t determine if she read lips very well, but she did get a sense of what people were saying. She had so much she wanted to say but had no language for it.
In this life, I believe she will likely end up meeting the husband from that Austrian life this time. And the “I love you” is, in a sense, reminding her that she is worthy of love. The soul knows that — and it needs that.
What I explained was that it didn’t matter if anyone else heard Beatrice say, “I love you.” She must remember that she deserves it, and must keep remembering her worthiness in being loved.
What did I do in a past life that causes me to cry every time I try to sing a song that I personally write? I can sing anything without it affecting me, but if I sit down at the piano or try to sing a song that I personally write, I can’t get through it without crying! This has happened to me since I was a child and it is so deeply inside of me that it has to have come from a past life. Anne Marie
For Anne Marie, the visions I received showed that she was male, not quite a traveling troubadour (someone who went around singing and playing in the Middle Ages), but more of an Irish bard. Bards in the Celtic landscape were highly valued and highly lauded. I saw her, though, in the 18th century. A bard then, while not quite as honored, was still very important, especially in Ireland. This client memorialized the little people. She sang for normal people who needed to have their grief memorialized.
Just as in Cyrano de Bergerac, she would sing for the people who needed to speak but didn’t have the words or the voice.
She was very good at what she did because she could feel the emotion behind the song. My client would take a couple of farthings from a boy who knew he’d never get the girl he loved — but it was important that she knew how he felt. She would not only sing the song to her for him, but also infuse it with all of the longing, all of the hopelessness — she was able to communicate, talk about things that couldn’t be talked about and all of this informed the songs.
Anne Marie was getting a bleed-through of old past life memory that what is sung is not just a song for the singer, but literally being the voice for other people.
She agreed that she got emotional because it’s important for what it is vital to express. But one of the reasons she was good in that past life was she wasn’t afraid of taking in the emotion of those who asked her to find the words or the voice.
That’s why she didn’t cry when singing somebody else’s words — but when she was doing the writing and expressing so many things others couldn’t, there was the continued knowledge of being the voice for others.
I advised her to keep playing, keep writing. The songs meant more than she knew, and would be heard by other people who would say, “This is always what was in my heart but I couldn’t get it out.”
Two days later I received this note from Anne Marie:
Thank you! My great grandfather was a Hungarian Gypsy Orchestra leader. My son is 26 and a musician who has hundreds of songs written and recorded and performs in NYC and yet has not been discovered yet. I personally have felt stuck to not be able to finish a song and a bit envious that my son does it with such ease! I wanted to also add in what I do now for a living. I am a children’s entertainer. I am actually Cinderella and I sing and tell stories to children! I have the privilege to tell them that they are beautiful and see them with such joy in their hearts! I also have the intense need to sing and perform by touching the hearts of children. The parents cry too at the events I do, and it is so rewarding to touch the hearts of all who attend. In any case… thank you so much. Maybe I can sit and finish a song now that I understand the tears!
