Milestones, Connections, and Celebrations.

As I write this I’ve just celebrated my 44th birthday and it’s my  3 year anniversary as a quantum healing professional. 

I received a nudge from my Higher Self to celebrate these milestones by attending the Beyond Quantum Healing Immersion training with Candace Craw-Goldman in Augusta, Kansas this week… I listened to the nudge!

Good call, me!  Immersion Training was dynamic, we ate delicious food, we grew, as practitioners, and together as a group.

We swapped BQH sessions, witnessed and even participated in a surrogate BQH experience, had a group session together, saw a “Quantum Connect” session and became a cohesive group. We even chose a group name: Infin8 Divine, since there were 8 of us. 8 is my lucky number, by the way. And it was EVERYWHERE this week!

I had the honor of facilitating three sessions for three different peers. It was scary for me to work in front of my own teacher. But I confronted those fears and had a blast.

Each session I led was REALLY different.  One revealed more about the client’s spirit guide, another focused on what 5D Earth will be like, and the last session I led tied up loose ends from other experiences and left her with a message from a lost loved one, and several tools she can use in the future.  

I also had the pleasure of experiencing MANY different lifetimes myself.  I’ve recounted these below for those who are curious. Thank you to Lisa and Christina for leading these experiences with such grace and poise!

Greg, my awesome partner, traveled with me for this trip, and we stayed at a lovely property.  He saw number synchronicities all along the way, even noticing we were in room 111.  His soul showed up during one of my past lives, in the year 1888 (read below).  Our anniversary is 8/8 and we celebrate at a particular “exit loop” where we first had a date to watch stars.  We used that exit loop on the way home and this time as we pull on noticed it was exit #188.  I received a donation that day for $88 as well. Again the fact that there were 8 people in our class and we chose the name Infin8 Divine. The numbers only served to reinforce the alignment I felt the whole trip.

So now that we’re  back from traveling, we’ve pet the kitties and mostly unpacked the car, I’m STILL glowing.  I feel like a brand-new person after this experience. 

I’m already upgrading. I upgraded my website, my email address, my profile pictures and my practice this week. And more than anything, my family. I don’t think I would have done any of that were it not for Immersion Training.

Thank you to all the people I met this week; I now consider you part of my “circus”, wink wink. What role do you play?

44 is gonna be a great year; I can already tell. 

Curious about the sessions?  While there’s too many details to possibly capture the magic of these experiences, I’ll do my best to share my own experiences from my perspective as a client. 

Grains of Infinity

Christina is leading the session, Candace is observing.

Before the session even starts, I’m  seeing a hand running through a wheat field.

That disappears and…

I ‘m in a bunk on a spaceship.

It is my first time this far away from home.

I don’t know what I’m doing yet, and I don’t know this crew.

I’m crying. I’m scared, since I can’t return home, even if I want to at this point I’d made my choice to be here but I doubted my decision.

I had no idea what was in store

Next I was in the mess hall eating with my friend.  He’s from the Andromeda system.  I’m from Cassiopeia and have Lyran ancestry.

He eats tentacles-slurping up the wriggling squid while I ate what looked and tasted like some kind of grain meal, or porridge.

I could feel the energy from the food enter my body.  “This is how we’re supposed to feel our food” my conscious mind considered as I compared how the “alien” me connected with their meal. 

I’d already seen parts of this lifetime after a Kasina Mind Machine session, and I’ve written about that experience here. My Starseed Origins

But that perspective was from a point in time well after this when I was older, more skilled and connected to my crew. I didn’t have that sense of confidence now.  I was scared. Alone.  I had no idea what the future would bring.  I imagined I’d fail.  

At one point these two aspects communicated with each other, the future version reassuring the previous version, “You’ve got this”, and the previous version reminding the future version how it feels to be scared of doing something you’re gifted at, but inexperienced.

As Julia I could relate all too well to both aspects.  Part of me knows I’m in the right place, and part of me feels totally unprepared to help others.  My friend?  That was an aspect of Greg. My current partner is there with me.  I’m not alone there.  This crew will be my new family.  I’ll never be away from home.

Next scene:

I’m in the ocean.  I’m dead.  Something about a net.  I’m floating in the water, dead, caught in a net.

The facilitator asks me to recount  how I got to this point.

I flashed back to being alive.

“I’m in Elba…I’m a man”  

I see myself using a planer to fashion wooden sterns for ships.

“I need to get off this rock”.  I keep thinking.

I’d lost hope,apparently,  because the only thing I cared about was leaving this place. The phrase “I need to get off this rock”, repeats over and over. It seems like the 17 or 1800s

So I impulsively joined the crew on a ship going to the Barbary Coast.  It was dreadful. I died in the ocean; knowing I should have stayed where I was.  I may have been killed by a crew mate, since I see myself crying and refusing to adjust to the ocean.  I was a liability, so if they threw me overboard, I wouldn’t have blamed them. I was in way over my head. 

As I lay there during the session, my actual hair covered my face like a net, Candace pointed out.

Next…

I see a hand running through what looks like a wheat field once again.

It’s just like in Gladiator, my conscious mind thinks. And,

“Am I the man?  Am I the wheat?” My analytical mind wonders as I further embody into the scene. 

I feel all the textures- all these sessions this week are texture oriented, I noticed, which is somewhat different for me.  In the past I’ve had sessions that were more smell, or color oriented.  But in each scene I’m feeling my into the experience.

I feel the man’s fingertips running against ME at the same time I feel the texture of the wheat against my own fingertips. 

I am the grain- a single kernel of wheat wishing to BECOME a man, curious about his nature. 

I am the man- the man consists of and subsists on this wheat…
He appreciates it in all ways. He isn’t separate from the grain.

Next I see the WHOLE FIELD of wheat, going on to the horizon, and past for as far as I could see or imagine.  I understand this represents the vastness of consciousness and how it is made up of  our own individual natures.  We are energy, like that wheat is energy for that man; like the meal is energy for my alien form, and if we tune in to those frequencies we can feel that run through everything we eat, touch, and consider.  We are the vastness. Energy is infinite, and infinitely divisible. 

I remember the fortune cookie fortune I received during dinner that week. I set aside the message for the class. Looking back, I wonder if the message was for the class of for me! It seems so appropriate given the emphasis on food and nourishment.

“Emotions can be sweet or sour. So can your meal. “

The next day, it’s 10/4, my 44th birthday.

The Psychic

Lisa is leading the session while Diana takes notes.

I’m a young girl in a field.  I put my hand on the train track.  It’s cold. 

Flash forward. I’m a grown woman in the same field years later.  I put my hand on the cold train track once again. It’s smooth and colder than anything else around.

I wonder if a train will come soon.  Sometimes I feel the vibrations and long for the train to take me away.  I must have done this a thousand times.

“One of these days, I’ll get on that train.” I think

I’m standing next to a covered wagon.  I run my fingertips up and down the wooden arches admiring their craftsmanship like a man might look at the mechanics of a fine race car in absolute awe.  This machine was made to travel.

I love what this stands for. 

“One of these days I’m going to take one of these wagons.” I just know I will.

I want to travel; to explore.  I haven’t done it, though.  Why don’t I just leave? I wonder. I’m ABLE.  I feel like a horse on a short lead going in a circle.  I’m in a holding pattern here.

I’m 35 and I’m in 1880s Kansas.  I have two brothers, who helped build my house right next door to my mom’s. I go through the motions of putting a saddle on a horse.  I feed the animals.  I tend the home.  I the “fun aunt” for my brothers’ kids, but I don’t want children myself.  My mother jokingly chides me that perhaps one day I’ll change my mind.  I doubt that, but I humor her by admitting no one can say what the future might bring. 

Next scene: 

One day the circus comes to town.  I am absolutely  mesmerized by these people.  Their variety; their zeal for life and the way they instantly accept me as one of them.  I want to join them, no I am GOING to join them; and they accept me, without reservation! And even though I don’t know what I’d do to contribute, I know I can help somehow.

Flash forward:

Madame Marcelle is my name now.  

I’m reading Tarot, and I’m gazing into a crystal ball. 

I’ve become the circus Psychic.

I started giving readings on a whim- I’d make it up as I went.  But along the way I discovered I had a knack for it.  I could help people, travel, and share my life with this band of ragtag misfits I never knew I needed. This family was diverse and supportive, and I loved my new calling. I teared up repeatedly during the session as I spoke about these side show freaks, artists, performers, and magic souls.  I laugh thinking about how we were NOT “Ringling Brothers”, but we somehow made it as a troupe.

I fell in love with the Tall Man, who is also an aspect of Greg, my current partner in this life. Funny, I thought this was our first life together, but here I am seeing him in the past.

After traveling across the plains, we landed on the west coast.  We went up and down the coast, mostly in the San Francisco Bay area.  I eventually settled there with my husband where we lived until we were old. 

I realized I couldn’t have traveled before I met these people.  I had to bide my time until I found my tribe; or they found me!  My higher self said I travel with these people time after time. Unlike the man who “wanted to get off this rock”, in this lifetime I waited for the aligned moment to leave, and with the RIGHT people.  I didn’t escape, I explored. I didn’t run away.  I allowed myself to be taken away by the right current. 

“you don’t have to be a trend setter when you’re 105,” my higher self assured me. “You can be an old fuddy duddy now. Greg loves you; he doesn’t care if you’re older.. He loves you no matter what.”

The higher self also comforted me, “It’s okay to get set in your ways. This is why we don’t live forever in one form, it’s natural to become accustomed to what is comfortable and familiar, which is why you’ll experience contrast. Don’t worry about doing what is natural.”

When we came back down to the wellness studio, Candace had this sign hanging outside.  She mentioned, “I don’t ever put that out; I don’t know why I hung that up today” before we recounted the experience of Madam Marcelle.

This was just another crazy “synchronicity” reinforcing I’m in the right place with the right people.

My tribe.

I come back with them lifetime after lifetime. 

As soon as I got home I ran across this fortune from the Oracle Book.

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And Finally a brief Group Session led by Candace Craw-Goldman

“My Melody” 

I was asked to imagine my perfect soul carrying vehicle

My memory went back to that covered wagon. It was such a perfect machine.

I was running  my fingers along the wooden grain again.  This time my hands were burly, calloused. I’m a man.

I drive my covered wagon to a sod house in the middle of nowhere. I’m in the Midwest in pioneer days, once again.

“I’m a man of the Earth” I hear myself saying.

Next I’m running my hands through the dry earth; it was sand in my hands.  

We were in drought.  I’m comparing this sand to the sod I’d used to build my home, only years before. I’m a hard working man.  I’ll figure something out. 

My hands- along with  the rest of me-  are rough, short, gnarled.

I’m stocky and in my mid 30s- and I’m feeling older than my years in this body. 

I’m emotionally neutral. I’m not particularly happy, or sad.  I didn’t have any real fear, or worry.  I’m a hard working man. 

I’m a man of the Earth.  It’s dry now. I’ll figure something out.

Then everything changed. 

A beautiful woman found me, and took a liking to me and my simple life.She came from the west, from a near by town. Her name is Melody and she lights up my heart.

I cried as I spoke of her saying, “My Melody found me.  My life started when my Melody found me”

I immediately knew this energy as my current partner, and as that this soul was also the “Tall Man” from that other lifetime. Greg. And all this time I thought my current lifetime was our first life together!  What a surprise to meet him over and over in so many aspects. 

But that relationship in that life is when my fear began.  I was responsible for her, and eventually our children.

I see myself running my fingers through that sandy earth once again. Again, we’re in drought.  But this time I’m responsible for other mouths.  This time I worry about how I’ll feed my family, and what might happen if I can’t.  The fear changes me. Our meager garden isn’t producing. I’ll have to trade labor for meat.

Fast forward:

I see myself as an old  man in bed after a long, happy  life.  I’d worked hard, my children were grown, and my Melody was an older woman at the end of her days as well.  I didn’t want to leave her, but my life was complete and I felt the call to the light. I had work to do in another place, I knew.  I had an understanding that my life here was a success and my melody would follow me through many lives.

In this life I fell in love with Greg because of the music he played at my party.  In the life we share on the spaceship he uses sonics to align panels of light. His frequency moves like waves through my atmosphere in so many lifetimes, and for this I’m grateful.

Texture was important in all these lives, and travel. The wagon reminded me of the boats, I think it was even called a Prairie Schooner, and I can’t help but consider my name, Wagner, as an important clue as well as I put the pieces together . Old train stations still evoke a sense of wonder and I’m no stranger to divination tools in this life.

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