I wrote this post a while ago, but didn't finish it. It seems a good time, to do so now…I think, I have already mentioned my past lives somewhere. There were plenty, but one keeps coming back. I call her “Julia”. Julia lived around 1620, probably in a city called Rothenburg ob der Tauber. I’m still trying to piece it all together. Sadly, I don’t get clear images. It’s more like I remember energies. Energies of people, places and emotions.
Julia was a healer. She used herbs and knowledge about the order of the universe to help those, that asked for it. She learned a lot of which she knew from her mother. I get the feeling, my current mother was also Julia’s mother back then. Today, my mother has a pill for every ailment. They’re not as potent or helpful as back then, but she has that in common.
Julia lived in a time of great turmoil. There was the 30 Years' War going on and the black death was causing great peril in Europe. People searched for scapegoats, that caused all this pain.
Somehow Julia got in the crosshairs of witch-hunters. She probably was denounced by someone she had helped. They tortured and condemned her in Würzburg. I still can feel the burning pitch running down my back. And the fire. The fire still haunts me. They burned her.
Like I found out recently, they also locked her up before. I finish this post, because it is time, to let go of her pain. To let go of the past 400 years and to look into the future. I try to learn from back then, because it seems they were in a similar situation. Their world was burning, too. This is, why I chose to sign her name under these blog posts.
Julia, we need your wisdom, we need your gods and I need your courage for the future to come! Please, stand by me and my family!
