What is the absolute strangest thing that you have ever seen that no one else could POSSIBLY beleive?

I'm finishing up to my post saying I was stopping.

Better?

You're welcome Sandi.

I will go to the other thread. THanks.

No more requests, please.



An earthen mound surrounds your small group of warriors. You've been cut off from the main bulk of the army and you're stuck here in the middle of a dank swampy area. You've dug in, the mud and sludge making an excellent bulwark around your group.

You look at the man beside you, as big and grim and scarred as yourself. He looks back at you after a long moment.

"They'll be on us by nightfall," he says.

"Aye, they will," you agree. You look back out over the swamp.

"Helluva way to go."

"Aye, that it is." You lift your heavy ax to your shoulder. It's been a good weapon and you hate to see it end up the prize for some sheep-humping Englishman.

"Well, then. Let's wait for them."

The band following you is little different from your own, really. Shorter on average, wiry instead of big, but close in number to your own.

But they cut your supplies off days ago and the men are hungry and a lot of them are young. It was just a sortie into enemy territory to do a bit of raiding, but now it's all gone bad.

The fight begins when predicted, and night comes in the midst of it. When all is said and done, you lay dying and your boys have won the day... to the tune of five of them left, including your old friend.

"Don't let them take my ax," you command him, and he nods. He gets it.

He leaves with the others, and you watch as he rides away, your ax sticking up from his saddle. It will be your son's someday, you think with pride.

But it's not to be. Even as you watch them riding into the first rays of the morning, the English come over the hill. All five of them are dead before they can even rally. The ones going home die before you.

And you swear to yourself that you'll take some of them with you and get your ax back, if it's the last damned thing you do. But you can't because you're already as good as dead and the sun's rays dim into darkness.

* * * *

The salmon are biting and it's the perfect time to be standing on the riverbank. They're spawning and will attack anything that comes near them. Their flesh is poor from the journey inland, but you don't care.

You're dying and starving. You'd eat anything right about now, and the salmon are plentiful. You've always lived off of the land and been able to create lures, so it's a simple process to catch them.

You take several of them back and hang them in the smokehouse. If you can keep it up, it will keep you through the winter.

You sit down and look out over the water, feeling defeated. It's simple, but the process of catching just that many fish has exhausted you.

Intellectually, you know you've done what was correct in the eyes of your people. As an elder who wouldn't survive the migration, you've stayed behind. But it was with a heavy heart that you did so, and with no one to witness your shame, you weep for your lost children and grandchildren.

You will never see them again, and the knowledge cuts into your very soul. The sweet baby you dandled on your knee just days ago will never know you, nor you, him.

The realization breaks something inside you and you go inside the tent you erected for your last days upon Mother Earth.

You don't bother to light the fire that will smoke the salmon, though you do open the door. Let the birds feed, for you don't wish to.

In the weeks that follow, you watch Autumn march on until the trees are bare. The first snow comes and you sit staring at it until the blessed lethargy takes you.

You could have survived the winter, but why waste the effort? You are 'ghost' now, even if you did survive, and your family would not see you or acknowledge you if you did survive.

Sandi,

Guess I missed the mention of the other thread? Which one is it?

Last Edited by Dog Wayne on 06/30/2012 09:38 PM

Looks like they removed it. I can't deal with it right now, I'm still not done here and I'm working overtime right now, plus my daughter is off school. Tomorrow will be better, but today and the last few days have just been too much for me to deal with.

I've tried to sneak in a post here and there, but it's been about all I can manage at the moment.

Last Edited by Sandi_T on 07/01/2012 06:30 AM

That's cool...take a break. You've been great and we really appreciate the efforts!

Peace

same here. thanks for all you are doing sandi

you need a vacation!

Hi Sandi
Thanks for all you are doing but you are under a lot of duress atm. Everyone will understand if you take it easy for a while and recharge your batteries. You have been an absolute angel so far and have some qualities close to mine.
Please take it easy and we will all benefit knowing you are well.
Many thanks...

wow. so you are here to raise the frequency. have you felt t accelerating in the last few months

bump

To Sandi T,

Wow, this thread was amazing enough, until you posted your suicide attempts.

Then I noticed your ability to see which past lives are affecting people in their current one.

What an amazing gift you have - and my hat is tipped to how responsible you are in using it.

Like everyone else, I'd love to know about my own past lives - but I understand if you are tanked out.


But - please persist with this on some level - you have a real gift in this department. I know I speak for many when I say that you are loved and respected with what you are doing here.

checking in to see if sandi t has come back. I must admit I am fascinated to see what you will tell me, but understand you need some rest and relaxation.

I think you asked about 4 times, so I'm not going to respond to every one of your requests.

No more requests, please.



The glow of the sun on your face as it rises is a great comfort to you. The only one that you feel you have left as the world has erupted in chaos. Your people have always built your homes facing East, and you enjoy sitting there in front of it on the ground, watching the sun come up.

You have outlived your family, though. There has been war and famine and much of your small village now stands vacant. The others are leaving, moving on to start over where there aren't so many reminders, and where the white man hasn't encroached yet.

They load up the travois and begin their trek south, while you let the sun warm cheeks wet with tears. What war hasn't taken, famine has. The corn your people have always grown was burned by the white man and then you were told to grow their corn instead. But of course, it wouldn't grow here in this arid, apparently barren land.

Once the Medicine Man of your people, you've passed the mantle on to someone that the elders chose when your son was killed by fevers. One unworthy, in your opinion, but chosen for his position instead of his abilities. He was at best an uninterested student, and much knowledge has been lost.

The sun's rays bring you a measure of peace, though, until they pass above the awning and leave you in shadow. This is the last of your life and you are ready. You fear for your people, you fear for Mother Earth, and you fear that the knowledge and ways of your kind [shamans/medicine men] will be lost forever now that the uninterested and uninitiated are taking over.

When the sun goes down that evening, your soul goes with it. You stand over it all, looking back on your life, as you've been taught is a part of the passage to the afterlife. When you are done, you turn your face towards the Great Father and find that he'll always be in the east until you return to finish what you began.

When you return, you will try to bring back the old ways. You will search for the past and remind the future that the traditions of old had meaning and value.

Last Edited by Sandi_T on 07/04/2012 07:45 AM

No more requests, please.



It has never been about self betrayal, so much as not understanding the inherent lessons and/or learning 'the wrong' ones:


The war-torn Andrala pass... two armies clash, the Muslims in conquest, the Hindus in defense. Using guerilla tactics, you have been helping to fight off the Muslim invasion. You've lost half of the men who came with you, but you've inflicted heavy casualties.

The fight wears on until your small group is entirely over-run. In the end, as you lay dying, you decide that next time, you want to be on the winning side.

The lesson offered? That no one wins in war. The lesson you took from it was that you would prefer to be on the winning side.

But before you get too hard on yourself, there are such lessons offered to everyone, and we all take the wrong messages away from lifetimes. Even doing that creates a setup for other lifetimes that helps you to have vast experiences, so it's all appropriate. And your response is far from unreasonable, lol. I think we'd all like to be on the winning side... but sometimes what seems like a loss really isn't.

And part of the 'problem' here is that you lacked part of the set-up. You had never liked war to begin with, and were an unwilling participant. So it was hard to see the other side of it... You were not prepared to see their losses, only those of your own people.

Last lifetime, you were a medic in a war, and were taken prisoner to treat the other side... and at last you got to see that... no one wins when there is war. But you are smarter than you give yourself credit for, because you learned it not only about war, but about many things. No one wins in any abusive situation... you know? Indeed you do.

Last Edited by Sandi_T on 07/04/2012 07:45 AM

Sandy..thanks first of all, just questions, (reading)? because i want to clear and focus....for me about healing, seeing pics or fellings about others past lives ( always trying to convince my self is overacting imagination) connection with natives of my area and my love for animals and planet.... can you tell me ..please thanks!

Sandy is orgone for real????

I saw and understand the "no more requests" re: Sandy. I just want to say that I'll check back on here every now and again just in case you get a reading on this guy here? lol No worries if not it's understood. I feel emotional about my Irish heritage to a point it almost feels like something I've experienced in this life; but that's not the case. But for as long as I can remember I'll get weepy hearing certain music, etc. I'm not a skeptic or a believer in any one thing, especially religiously, except regarding reincarnation where I feel almost 100 per cent certainty in its existence. Also cause I just popped onto this thread because it's cool and jumped around and kept seeing your readings (evaluations) whatever it is on others and some instinct told me you weren't full of shit. But thanks whether you just read this or have something to say; take care!

can you elaborate why? curious. thanks

well hat is odd the last two posters posted with nothing in their post

Yeah but the swampwitch logo is cool!

No more requests, please.



Your path lies not in yesterday, nor in tomorrow. You have all the knowledge you need, today. You are the one you revere, your hero is who you once were, who you will be again...

And who you are now, if you but had willingness to see it.

Your steps are not in the stars, for you are already made of the stuff of stars, as are we all. Search not beyond for what is within. Seek not yesterday for tomorrow when today is the sweet spot.

There is no gift for you. Nothing that must come your way... nothing waiting for you or searching for you.

Have you ever stopped to think that YOU ARE THE GIFT?

So give. Give what? You.

This is truth for all people: the more love you give, the more love moves through you... the more love that moves through you, the more love you experience.

Yes, there is a secret in what I just said. Read it again and again until you understand. When you do, you will be shocked and reject it... but when you begin to give the love you know is there within you, you will know the truth in the sacred secret and forgive me.

No more requests, please.



It isn't that. You've always been told that it's your problem, your mistake, your error. It isn't that.

You've misunderstood the message.

It is your responsibility. This is spiritual truth.

But when I had my daughter, it was not my fault. It was not my mistake. It was not my problem, my error, or my foolishness.

She is my responsibility.

You must begin to understand the difference, and realize where you've let the creeping sense of unworthiness take you over.

You've let responsibility become fault.

On this Earth, you have come to take on many responsibilities in this lifetime. Often I speak of other lifetimes and they impact this one, but this time, you are here to be responsible for so very, very much. So many lives, so many feelings, so much on your shoulders.

And you do not understand that sometimes, you don't suffer these responsibilities as PUNISHMENT. Sometimes they are things that you do for others. Have you ever considered that this is the way that you love? That by taking responsibility for others, it isn't a punishment of you, but rather a love that you have offered?

Greater love has no one but to lay down his or her life for another... and yet still live that life!!

Every day I care for my child. I care for my husband. I care for my cat.

Dear one, this is not a punishment. It is a giving, a sharing, of love.

Do not cry out, 'what have I done to be punished?', for the answer to such question is simple: "Nothing."

You are responsible. You cannot hide from that simple truth. But responsibility is not synonymous with fault.

You need no answers from the past, and not even to your questions. You are asking the wrong questions.

Thank God every day for the responsibilities that you have, and one day you will realize that there can be joy in it. When you cease to see it as punishment and begin to see it as a gift and a sacred, fundamental responsibility, you will know the joy that comes of being the conduit for love.

It is a sacred responsibility, not punishment.

Not punishment.

Not punishment!

Oh, and to answer this... sometimes yes, people can carry gifts over multiple lifetimes. Not always. And sometimes people can develop new ones or relinquish old ones.

My own gifts are unique to this lifetime in the level, intensity, and number of them. However, before someone gets his or her knickers in a twist and says I'm being arrogant, I think it's important to remember that I've experienced unprecedented suffering in this lifetime... and to some degree, part of that has been a direct result of the desire of certain types to exploit those gifts. Which is hardly a reason for arrogance or self-congratulation!