She is gone
Finally?
You know, for a long time now, I’ve been working on a past life this soul of mine had. See here, for example. a previous incarnation of me has been tortured and burned alive in the 16 hundreds.
About two weeks ago, I met my torturer. I was meditating when I bowed down to release some emotions, that showed up. As my head was down, I got the impression of boots walking up in front of me. Black leather boots with some metal on them, which made a clicking sound with every step. It was him. I finally got to meet him. The man who tortured “me”. Who poured burning tar on my back. Who nearly drowned me. Who kept me imprisoned in a cold, damp cell. Just to get a confession out of me. A confession, that I was a witch. That I had done something wrong.
As if it wasn’t a matter of opinion, what “wrong” currently means.
I don’t know, if my previous incarnation eventually “confessed”. What I know is, that she threw every curse at him she knew. While that is totally understandable for someone in her position, it also bound her and him together. For 400 years his torturing her and her cursing him for it, bound us together.
It was intense, but in the end, we released him and took back the words we spoke. In fact, it took so much effort, all of my incarnations had to help. We unbound and he left. Glad, that he finally could.
Yesterday, another man showed up in my vision. I don’t know, if it was her brother or husband, but he cared for her. They left together.
Now I’m free. And I don’t yet know, what this means. For 400 years, this mountain of a weight was put on my soul, on my shoulders. With every incarnation it got heavier. Now we released it and I’m sitting here, falling in a hole and hoping, that writing down all of it will make it better in the end.
One journey ends, another begins.
Love, Julia