Seeking The Utopia Of Home

An old Tom Jones song, The Green, Green, Grass of Home, was playing on the radio this morning. It brought up memories of a past life regression and the country connected to that particular regression. That country never did feel like home.

I did not feel out of place for any particular reason – other than that the energy there never truly resonated with me. Or perhaps I did not resonate with it?

That particular past life regression took place some 20 years ago in Pretoria, South Africa. If I recall correctly, in that particular session we stepped into about six very different lives. The memories remain with me – as real as any recent event.

You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right ~ Maya Angelou

It was about half way through the session when I said to my mentor, Campbell Gold, “I feel like a bumblebee!” I felt I was hovering, and then ‘poof’, speeding off over hills and valleys. I was somewhere that resembled the hills in Northern Britain. I couldn’t begin to imagine that this could be a past life.

Campbell responded, quite matter of fact, “That’s wonderful. You  see, what is happening is that you haven’t taken on form yet and you are perusing potential places as part of the evaluation process for your next incarnation”.

I didn’t particularly feel connected to wherever it was, with those green hills and valleys, but he made it all sound appropriate that, together with securing my future niche and birth mother and father, it was an important part of the reincarnation process.

As it turned out, I was born in the fair borough of Kensington in London, England. The strangest thing is that I never actually felt like I belonged there. In my lifetime I have lived in both the Northern and Southern parts of England, and this has convinced me that choosing to be born and to interact there allowed me the life growth experience of feeling like I didn’t belong. I see now just how this allows me to relate to customers that I read for.

For years Southern Africa felt like home, but circumstances and lifestyle choices prompted us to make the move to Spain about a year ago today. It’s peaceful here, but it has brought its own menu of experiences.

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration ~ Charles Dickens

I feel I am fortunate in always having felt that this world is not our primary home, and that restlessness many of us experience during our lifetime is connected to seeking the utopia of our real home, which is spirit.

The best way we can handle outside pressures and planetary changes in these times we live in, is to try and remain aligned to the source of our being. This requires being at peace with who we are and believing that the only approval we really need is our own, not to mention to try to identify our passion and to follow it. It also helps to try not to see any major challenges as God punishing us, but rather as tough lessons we set for ourselves, because we ourselves upped the targets for our accelerated growth.

On a lighter note, I did live in the USA once for a few months in this lifetime. In one of the regressions that day with Campbell Gold, I was the wife in a very happy family of furriers in the 1800’s. Maybe that’s why I always felt an affinity with America?