Living In The Past – Continued

As a young boy in the 16th century, houses had big chimneys, and once a year the wealthy people who could afford it would have the chimney cleaned. Alan in that life was so small that he was ideal to climb the rope ladder. The chimney sweep would hang over the top of the chimney which would reach the bottom. The young boy sweep would climb up the ladder while at the same time cleaning the inside of the chimney with his brush. It was a filthy job and the boys who worked for the adult chimney sweep owners never got clean. They had soot under the nails and it was embedded into their faces and exposed body parts.

What’s even more interesting is the fact that, since I have known Alan, he has disliked intensely the smell of wood or coal fires burning. I love seeing a real fire, but have had to concede to Alan’s need to replace the open fire with gas. He also washes his hands a lot, almost as if he is craving to get his hands clean. He does not realize how much he does it; one does not when one is living in the past. One cannot see the daily habits which one has accrued for perhaps centuries of time.

On one of his jobs sweeping the chimney, he was hanging on to the rope ladder and cleaning at the same time when his foot slipped and he began to fall. He immediately tried to hang on and grabbed the ladder. As he did so, he pulled all the ligaments in his left arm. I saw that this took ages to heal and he could not work at his chimney job anymore and got a job working in a fruit market carrying produce from the ships which brought it in from overseas. He did not actually carry it, but wheeled it in on a trolley with wheels.

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Living In The Past – Continued

The biggest impression for Alan and me is how much we just love the past. It has been and gone, yet we still cannot wait to revisit it. We visit museums which are full of artifacts of dead people, and clothing and furniture from the past, some of which would not be serviceable or feasible in today’s day and age. We have been programmed to live in the past over so many incarnations. For me now, the museums and buildings portraying the past hold no interest for me whatsoever. They used to, and like the majority of English people in England, my life was spent living in the past visiting the places of history and being fascinated by history itself. Now of course, it holds no interest for me. I am sure it is the same for Alan also, as we have both grown so much metaphysically. However for me personally it is just cardboard. Even my Self says “So what?”

However, if I had not moved forward metaphysically in vibration I would still be held a prisoner in the past. By being a prisoner in the past one cannot move forward into the future. The past keeps one a prisoner. How does it do this? It does it by continually pulling us consciously and subconsciously into the past. For weeks before we had gone to London, Alan had a really painful left shoulder. While we were in London, his arm was extremely painful. I gave him some healing while we were there, just as I had before leaving. In London it seemed very painful, and one night while giving him healing on an occasion I could not sleep, in the middle of the night I was suddenly shown the past life where the arm pain started from. I was very surprised to see him as a chimney sweep. He was about 7-8 years of age and very thin and small.

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