Journey of Guardianship: Part 3

I know that reiki and meditation might not sound like powerful first steps toward such a large potential goal as changing the world for the better, but as Lao Tzu is so famously quoted, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” Even if that first step is the most awkward and difficult thing you will ever do, it is more important to take that first step than you will probably ever understand. Thankfully, those were just baby steps towards the larger goal. So let’s toddle into my next step, my first QHHT session with my sister-in-law Heather.

As you may remember from the last blog post, QHHT is Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique. In essence, while you are under a hypnotic state, you can more directly communicate with your “higher self,” and even explore past lives. The hypnotic induction is pretty straightforward, we began with me laying down with Heather sitting in a chair next to me. The sessions follow a fairly basic routine: Induction, past life, what did we learn from being shown the past life, new past life, that life’s lesson, then talk to the higher self for a while. And, although she acts as a guide, she is not directing you to these lives, or otherwise manipulating the session in any way. The only thing we know beforehand about the session, is a prepared list of questions I came up with to ask of my Higher Self. In addition, she records the sessions for me to go back and listen to later to be able to glean further insight.

In my first QHHT session the first life I visited was the life of a 13th century knight named Michael, who lived near Giggleswick, England. When I entered Michael’s life, he was participating in the siege of a castle somewhere far from his home. At first he did not feel any particular loyalty towards the conflict, as was drafted into the army by the landowner he worked for. In reality, he just wanted to be back on his goat farm with his family. Heather moved me several years earlier in his lifetime to a very important day from his life, the day he became a knight. He was knighted on the field after single-handedly capturing an enemy caravan of supplies and provisions that were hoping to circumvent and sneak around the blockade they were running. He did not believe he deserved the honor because, as it happened, he accidentally ran into the caravan while deserting the conflict. After receiving his knighthood, he decided to do the honorable thing and stay with the army.

Upon moving me back to the day the day of the siege, we learned why that particular day was important to him. Shortly after they broke through the enemy’s gates, Michael died after taking an arrow to the back and falling from the stone steps that lead up to the ramparts of the castle. It was a very strange experience for me. I could feel my body experience the arrow, and the subsequent fall to Michael’s eventual death. Clearly and vividly, I saw his armour, his surcoat bearing his coat of arms. I was even able to draw a picture of what his coat of arms looked like once I was properly back in my own body. Heather moved me away from the scene to take stock of the lessons to be gathered from this lifetime.

The lesson Michael had to teach me was one of simplicity. Live simply and to appreciate the little things in life. He had no real choice but to leave his farm and go fight. Most men didn’t have a choice back then. But through all of the violence and horror of combat, all he really yearned for was the quiet contentment of his home and family.

The second lifetime I visited, I can’t nail down to such a specific timeframe. The nearest to a point on a timeline I could figure for him would be somewhere in the early Bronze Age. I base that on the basic description of clothing and jewelry, and even the his tattoos. Heather never asked him his name, so we simply refer to him as, “The Wanderer,” for reasons that should become apparent.

The Wanderer has been my favorite life to explore because he is the epitome of doing something with your life that brings you joy. He left his home and his people behind to become, what I can only equate to as a life scientist or naturalist. Perhaps even the first? He would spend his time exploring wherever the wind and his feet took him. He sought out new flora and fauna, anything that was new and different. He truly had the heart of a scientist. Often ignoring warnings, and especially superstitions, to explore areas that the other people just wouldn’t go. Always collecting and saving samples of interesting things. Always living for those moments of pure joy and wonder, when he would make unique discoveries. Even right up until his death. The Wanderer died exploring a snow covered box canyons when the snow and ice that had built up on the sides collapsed in on him. Part of me believes in my heart, that he’s still lying there. Perhaps even as one of those ice mummies you hear about, just waiting to be uncovered. Maybe someday Wanderer?

The lesson he had to teach me was two-fold. First, that you’re never lost if you’re on the journey. That as long as you are pursuing your highest path, you can never be wrong, even in death. And second, to never stop looking, never stop exploring, and to never stop learning. It’s cliche, I know, but it’s absolutely true. Life is the journey, not the destination. Life is all about the learning and the sharing. When you stop doing that you die. Not that that’s what happened to him, he was living it up right up until the end, but a lot of us modern humans start to die as soon as we graduate high school and no one is forcing us to learn anymore.

I was only vaguely conscious of what was transpiring during the session. After awakening from the hypnotic state, I found myself a bit confused. I knew who and where I was, but I felt distinctly a jump of time having passed that I was not conscious of. It is even something that I commented on in the audio recording. Upon waking up at the end of the session, I referenced feeling confused as to why I was having trouble opening my eyes, and Heather says that it might be because I had been crying during the session, something I very much did not remember doing.

Now comes the big question, what did I actually learn from these extraordinary men? I’d say two things:

1. Life is too short to kill yourself to advance someone else’s goals.

2. Figure out what makes you happy and fulfills your heart, and just do that.

Now, these might sound like impossibilities in this day in age. But, we can always spend a little energy to work TOWARDS those goals. Remember our friend Lao Tzu? It’s all about taking that single step in the right direction.

::Continued in Part 4::

As always, in life, in love and in spirit, keep pushing for that positive forward motion.

~ Bear