I helped my partner Greg remember his past lives in Andromeda, one afternoon.

He wasn’t under hypnosis, but it’s amazing what information we can receive just by asking ourselves some questions and listening for the answers. Greg resonates with Andromeda, so I asked about his lives there.

“Tell me about your life underwater,” remembering he’d mentioned that form before. “What was that lifetime like?”

“Well, we can move in 3 dimensions there,” he said nonchalantly, “here (on Earth) we can’t really move UP. In that form I can go any direction I want to. We can change color there. Here on Earth we see things change color to blend in, but there we just do it for fun, or to express ourselves.”

He describes his iridescent skin and how he could extend his extremities from any part of his being, much like an octopus but with fewer limitations and more colors.

“Tell me about something that happened in that life.”

He was captured! He was caught not far from home, and injured in the struggle. One of his extremities was tangled in the net. He was put in a small tank for people to gawk at his brilliant colors. They didn’t even realize he was dying. That was the hardest part, he said. No one even understood his pain.

It makes sense that in this life Greg hates people staring at him and that so much of his pain expresses in his feet. This feeling of impending doom might prevent him from feeling safe, or heard, in this lifetime.

“Do you have other lifetimes there?” I asked.

Greg:
I always say, “I’d do anything twice.”

“Okay, tell me about another lifetime. Did you ever live on land on that planet?” I prompted.

“Yes, I must have.” He started to remember that life, and began describing a particular night during the harvest festival of his people.

“It’s funny; we’re celebrating kelp. It’s the Seaweed Festival.”

He describes his people as humanoid salamander who live by the planet’s vast, glittering, oceans. The sky is many different colors, moving and shifting like the Northern Lights on Earth.

He knows there is something special about this time, these colors, the vibration of this evening- that he is supposed to record. In fact, he realizes he wants to travel his planet to learn about and catalogue his world.

He takes note of this night- the way the lanterns are strung for the festival, their reflections on the ocean, an atmosphere that resembles perpetual dusk, the calm sense of peace- and he knows-these will soon be gone. His world will be destroyed. Beings from another planet want his planet’s resources below ground and they don’t care what will be destroyed.

I asked him about his death, and what he was thinking as his home was demolished and this way of life was lost.

It was sudden, he said. Poof: GONE. But he had accomplished his quest; to preserve a record of his time; a legacy which lived on after him. In fact, he presumes people STILL read his memoirs. He jokes that in Andromeda their movie of his life stars the Andromedan version of Bruce Willis.

I can almost be there myself, if I tap into that vibration. Can you see the purple and pink, and green sky, with the whispy clouds? Can you hear the waves, and see the glistening ocean, with the lanterns reflecting off of the waves? I can hear the celebration in the distance, the last of its kind. I can breathe in the humid air, and experience the sunset knowing it’s all temporary, but eternally present.

Update: I was so moved by his experience, I created a guided meditation based on this perspective, MESSAGE ME if you’d like to take this journey yourself.

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