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Running Fox Papers May 2003 ~ Past Lives QUOTATION OF THE MONTH MY PRAYER TO HUMANITY… Deeply hidden within
Ourselves Nel de Best – May
5th 2003
Subject of this issue of Running Fox Papers is ‘past lives.’ About this so much can be told, that it would fill many volumes, and already has filled those with again and again new insights. Here follows a selection from what is offered to me, and I sincerely hope that you, like elsewhere, will be able to get that inspiration which is important for you in this here and now moment. I wish you much
fulfilment with these ‘papers.’ ~*~*~*~ Back
to Farciennes
- 1 -
It is March 22, 1996 when my discovery of the awesome realms of spirituality and consciousness uplifting set off. Of course there had been earlier signs that had revealed to me there was more in between heaven and earth. Until that moment, though, these instances hadn’t struck that cord to persuade me into believing that this ‘more’ would become more serious than expected. From one day to the other the world as I knew it had developed infinitely larger, such as some of my adventures you reader have been earlier acquainted with. Yet unexpectedly that day a few things were whispered into my ear. It made me realize that the life I lived until then was only one out of many. The messages that came through were specifically about a young woman, Thila, said to be an earlier incarnation of myself in a French-speaking village in what is today Belgium. The whole story took place in the year 1794. The story revealed itself via a figure that appeared shining in my room. - 2 - Mathilde Labruyère was born August 1769 as the fourth child and first daughter of Pierre and Agnes Labruyère, a poor mining family in then Southern Netherlands, now Wallonia, Belgium. They lived in the village of Farciennes, not far from the city of Charleroi in Hainaut province. The eldest son is, as usual, named after father Pierre. The second son is called Guillaume, the third probably Ariën. Then follow Mathilde (Thila), François and Julie. Mother Agnes is sickly; so Thila is forced to do the housekeeping, while father Pierre and the boys, as soon as they reach the age, have to earn money in the local coal mine. When Thila is 25 years of age, the armies of Napoleon enter Charleroi and recruit father Pierre and the four boys to enter the struggle against those of Prussia and Austria, concentrated close to the town of Fleurus about 10 kilometres to the north. June 16, 1794 a great battle takes place, at which the French army under General Jourdan is victorious, with the result that nearly the whole of the Southern Netherlands becomes part of the French empire. Because of the fact that mother Agnes already died earlier that year and all the men are gone, Mathilde and her sister Julie stay behind in the small miners house. When it later appears that father as well as Guillaume, Arien and François have been killed during the battle of Fleurus, you can imagine the despair of the two young women. About Pierre no word has come through. Good counsel is dear and when a soldier carelessly murders Julie a few days later, Thila is at her wits’ end. For hours she wanders through the streets of the ashen miners town. Then she is found by a group of retreating Prussian troops. She gets captured and is taken away as war booty. The anguish of Thila is complete. At long last she ends up in the city of Aachen at an officers family where she is forced to do the dirty work for years as an unpaid housemaid. Later Pierre comes back from the war and discovers his parental home empty. He searches for Thila and finds her again after many adventures in Aachen. For a short period of time they are re-united, but again he disappears from her life. Finally Mathilde weds on March 20, 1820 – by the age of fifty – in the little town of Vaalserquartier, to the local baker Jochem Eldern. She dies of tuberculosis on June 14, 1824 at the age of 55. -3- It goes without saying that I am curious to discover the roots from this story, because except for the above ‘quotation,’ I have no conscious remembrances as to what happened in those days. Thus I decide that after more than 200 years, I am going back to Farciennes. As I am quite near my goal and look over the hills on the other side of the Sambre valley in the direction of Charleroi, I seem to recognize the silhouette. That is when you think away the modern houses built on it. Driving into the town of Farciennes, on the other hand, I feel at first absolutely nothing. The streets are totally unknown to me and even the oblong town square, bordered with young trees does not appeal to me at all. What is striking, however, is that right at the moment on which I enter the town, I am again - all of a sudden - Thila Labruyère. "On est là" [I am back] is my first thought in French, a language I only speak fragmentarily. From that moment on I think partially in French. I drive around the town and try to find the church, which is standing out of the way from the square. This church, however, looks very nasty. Ugly masoned brickwork and without any architecture whatsoever. I keep driving around through the cambered alleys and part of me feels for the first time that I have been here before. The little houses are old and withered, the streets are small and I can imagine that a poor family, as were the Labruyères, would have lived here somewhere in this neighbourhood. A few hundred meters further down the road are the remains of a big abandoned coal mine. The premises are blocked off with large fences and everywhere there are postings saying ‘interdit’ – ‘no entrance.’ Because all this is situated right behind the church, and the neighbourhood where I felt ‘at home,’ this must have been the mine where my father and brothers worked in those long gone days. All these things seem to vibrate with the information I got from my informant beyond the veils. The unknown streets and the big square must date from the time after 1794 and the architecture and planning seem to date out of Napoleonic times, just after my own adventures in this region. I stop near the church. A woman comes out of her house and asks me what I want. I would like to know if it would be possible to visit the church, but for that I have to call on the parish priest to ask for the key. But that is beyond what I want to achieve. After all, this church seems to date from after the time where I am interested in and I certainly will not find anything of interest there. Furthermore I find it extremely difficult to reply to the prying questions of this lady. My French is insufficient and even if this were not the case, it would be dubious for me to tell, just like that, all the things that play in my head to this very inquisitive person. I have the curious feeling, however, that if I could but switch off my day-to-day intellect and chance into feeling the essence of the language, I would be able to speak - at least in the dialect of the region - with this woman on a very down-to-earth level. This is not more than a hunch however, and of trying it out you can hardly speak. It is nice to ascertain that, for the first time in my life - this life - I do not have the feeling of being a stranger in a French speaking area. It feels so certain and confident to be one of them! In my head the thought pops up that I was born in Farciennes but raised elsewhere. Those different lives seem to play hide and seek with each other at this point. After this episode I drive around for another quarter of an hour and then depart for Fleurus. There it feels much less subtle and the long straight road looks very familiar. This however must be recognition of later days, because it is clear that this is a Napoleonic roadway, but one way or the other this town gives me a feeling of inspiring confidence. This is a place where I have been before, although this has not been the case during my current incarnation. I eat fast food and drink Fanta ‘chez Barbara,’ and my short visit to these parts gives me a certain feeling of having been back to the roots. It is a very pleasant feeling. It is somehow a strange feeling, though, to become ‘someone else’ for a time, but then again also to be yourself. It is hard to describe but I am able to convince myself that these feelings have a positive quality. A feeling that will not happen very often. To reach the ability to feel these feelings did cost some trouble. The drive to Farciennes was longer than I thought it would be, but it became very much worthwhile and I am so happy that I could make this excursion into forlorn times. For a long time it will be possible to think back with awe to these wonderful and glorious events. After I leave Fleurus, even the name Labruyère emerges again. On the way back a big road sign shows the way to the golf links of a certain Marc Labruyère. While a marc or mark is a token, then the name Labruyère speaks for itself. The word golf, in Dutch means also wave or ripple, which has always for me been an affirmation sign from the other side of the veils. Finally I have to
say that I am so very thankful to have been able to make this journey
through time, and I assure you that these events certainly made my life,
as it is lived today in the here and now, so much richer. ~*~*~*~ Reality A beautiful legend, sometimes fierce, but always special. This is life for each one on Earth. But isn’t life on Earth an illusion? In certain ways yes, as everything is temporary and because what is Reality is not tangible. All is built out of energy, so everything is energy. Only certain dimensions, several frequencies of energy exist in this reality. The lower the dimension, the slower energy is vibrating. Here on Earth energy vibrates so slowly that it has become physically tangible. But on Earth there are more dimensions, it just depends what you are attuned to. Most people have attuned their consciousness to the third dimension. This frequency has a maximum of 9.000 beats per second. This occupies us very much, in all its aspects. Because it looks so real we often are very wrapped up in it, and we forget that this is not the (only) reality. But oh, there is so much to experience. The thing is, it is not necessary for everybody to be aware of all that is going on. In the third dimension we recognize linear time and space. All that we do and how we think is in reality just based on that. But when you expand your consciousness beyond the third dimension onto the fourth, the fifth, or even higher dimensions, then linear time no longer exists. Then you will be able to experience One-ness awareness. That is what sometimes is called: ‘awakening.’ You sort of awake in the middle of the dream, the legend, but the dream continues. This is what we call Self-realization or Enlightening. You realize this is not your ego-personality, but you Are the space in which the person appears. So you Are All. Then you start in reality to live in the here and Now and your experience becomes all the more intense, because now you are much more relaxed. After all you have really understood that you do not have to be afraid of anything, because you Are All. With your mind this is almost incomprehensible. The more your consciousness expands; the more this will become a Knowing within your heart. Some people who are consciously working on their ‘spiritual’ development, may come across seeing ‘past’ lives. Someone who perhaps gives them an aura reading tells them about it. This may be of great importance to the development of the growing process of that human being. You might see it as ‘another dream,’ a related fairy tale, in which this person performs. He/she might be within a cleaning process of e.g. the third or second chakra. On all levels of every chakra information is hidden, just like any other cell or in your DNA. It may be that this story from the ‘other life’ will have a transforming or healing effect on this cleansing process. This does not mean that anyone who is involved in inner growth or transformation processes will get involved in former lives. It just means that this apparently will be a possibility for this certain person to reach understanding about his/her processes. Everybody’s progress is different and unique. It has nothing to do with progress in your Enlightening process. It is a pity that certain people always seem to derive a new ego-position from things like this. It is just an experience, nothing more. Have you been a fantastic High priest, an oracle or Cleopatra? It does not make you better or more special than your neighbor. Use the information effectively and besides, concern yourself with Reality, which will say that you are not that particular person, but you ARE the Great Nothing in which all this is happening… Probably it is like dreaming while still asleep. You undergo one thing or the other and while awake you think to yourself: “oh, it was just a dream.” But just like ‘past life experiences,’ dreams are real experiences, but on another level than the physical. Your system lists it and hopefully you learn something out of it. It is meant to benefit your growing process. Just like it is with other lives, it is not required to know all your dreams consciously. You only need to know that which your Higher Self thinks will serve you. This information comes to you – day and night – in many different ways. Through books, conversations, a certain bird flying by, a cat looking at you, a flower alongside the road. EVERYTHING offers information, nothing happens without reason. In that way through day-to-day life, many initiations and afflictions take place. The way this biggest
Intelligence works throughout all, we are not to know with our ordinary
mind. But as long as your Enlightening process takes place, this Knowing
within your being is getting bigger and bigger and your general view
becomes more plain all the time. Then You Know how your specific path
will look and what experiences have arrived in order for you to awake.
You are able to overview your part in the One-ness, and looking back
on your life you will see that every part of it already happened in
that particular wholeness. ~*~*~*~ ‘Past
lives’: existence in the eternal now’ We have been here always and we will be here forever: we exist eternally. In a cycle of birth, dying and rebirth in the earthly spheres, our soul is gathering life- and learning experiences. To be sure we have come from elsewhere, and at a given time we are going to leave behind life on this planet. At the moment we live in what Buddhism calls ‘The wheel of rebirthing.’ The vast majority of us already have been incarnated on earth many times, so all of us have lived through many lives. High-minded civilizations like Lemuria or Atlantis, dark times like the Middle Ages or the world wars, we carry it with us in our genes, in our karmic burden and in our collective memory. We all are murdered, have been robbed, and we all have been slaves and beggars. We are beings of Light and Love and it is we that have granted ourselves these experiences. Our history is what has brought us here and now: after gaining and learning of all these experiences we now stand on the verge of the age of peace. We have lived our history, but we do not be our history. Thus seen, past lives are only relevant in this way: they have brought us there where we are now and for that we should be thankful. The opportunity of today is to let go of previous traumas and burdens, earlier damage and pain. Of course it may be helpful to name past lives, but karma and trauma can be healed in the now as well. Do not lose sight of the fact that we live in the now, as we always have been. Patrick Meijers.
‘Healing New Style’
~*~*~*~
Peace
will be yours Peace will be yours when you adjust yourself to the silent voice of your own heart. The silent voice of your heart that tells you why stress is not needed. The stress of the personality that seeks to bend life to its will. The silent voice of your heart will tell you how to follow the path of the soul. To voice your innermost soul wish in order to express what otherwise cannot, in tenuous, cosmic sense, acquire shape on Earth. You are the living expression of God’s peace, if only you choose God’s peace above all. When you make this first thing in your life, cleaning out what does not serve you. God’s peace is beyond comprehension. God’s peace is yours and it is your choice to fetch this peace and use it as your tool. It is a tool that may be used to give form to your task on earth. You can easily go the great peace of God, simply by letting go of anything that no longer serves you. It no longer serves you when the lesson is learned. Then emotions can come to rest and it will be possible, for that part of your life, to enter into the great peace of God, found within your own heart, your own heart. Your own heart is the breeding ground for God’s peace. Your own heart is the breeding ground for God’s love. Your own heart is the breeding ground for all beautiful special merits that you, as a soul, want to express on Earth. So go now, within the silence of your heart…
Amen. |
