There is that pain again. Oh, yes, I am still sick to death of having it. However, since reading Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss, I handle that pain much better. That pain is part of what I call “my story.” I can make up anything I want, or I can accept that I have not made it up; I have remembered it from a past life.
For me, that pain is the spot where I was run through with a sword from the right side of my body, at my waist, in my back and out the front of my body. I was a soldier, a male soldier in a blue, or grey, and yellow uniform. I have no idea where, because I was not famous or even outstanding with a sword, but I was dedicated. It is the ethical part I am certain of. I was fighting for something I totally believed in, and was, therefore, not afraid to die. I was with my friends, doing my job, and it was clear that this destiny was fine by me.
One man’s death is another man’s life ~ Maltese Proverb
This past-life story makes my acceptance of the pain easier today. For 37 years, I have suffered with intense lower back pain. There have been only a few times over those years that I was free of pain.
I am a stubborn person when it comes to body care. Years ago, I took medication to ease the pain. That medicine damaged my stomach and numbed my brain. In a very short time, I was suffering more from the pain medicine – bleeding stomach ulcers was the diagnosis. Along with it came the doctor’s statement, “You have about two more months to live.” I was a single mother of two at the time. Therefore, I stopped taking the medication, healed my stomach and wrote my own past-life story.
The distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion ~Albert Einstein
Therefore, today, I rarely take any medications for the pain. I simply think to myself, as I hold my back and head for the hot tub, “Once I was a brave male soldier who died in battle beside my friends.”
The mundane world calls what I do “pain management.” I know that what I am doing is ‘mind management.’ I have chosen to accept the pain as a reminder of a past life. I was not Joan of Arc or King Henry VII. I was simply a person who lived and died doing the same thing I do today – placing my ethics and values as the primary driver of how I am living my life.
I am very grateful for my psychic talents, because I am able to follow my instincts to help others to see their own past, present, and future, and, at the same time, make challenges in my life easier to accept.
About The Author: Jacquie Omi is a Master healer of children and animals who resides in a poor indigenous village in Central Mexico. She is a deeply spiritual practitioner and a well educated research scientist who brings her Eastern thought into Western situations. She has been a nonprofit leader since 1986, the president of an educational project since 1991, an Arizona State Certified Teacher (birth grade 12) and a facilitator of businesses since 1986. To attain inner peace and draw positive healing energy into your life, Jacquie can be found at PsychicAccess.com
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