Inner Child Healing: Pulling from Past Lives

Sometimes, you have to pull from past lives to get the energetic signature you need to apply for healing. In this instance, I had to go back about 1,600 years to a childhood in Italy for the right energy. Let's chat and do a little time travel.

How did we get here and why was I doing inner child healing? Last night was a bit of a rough night. I couldn't sleep well and found myself awake in the middle of the night laying there staring at the ceiling. 'Yanna couldn't sleep, either. We chatted telepathically for a while, and things from my Earth childhood started coming up. Mostly because they'd been on my mind before going to sleep.

I was feeling into how I felt about my father and mother arguing. How my father would often redirect some of his suppressed rage onto me when I'd do something that displeased him. He was known for screaming in my face and creating excessively long restriction-based punishments. (Taking away a privilege.) This used to scare the shit out of me.

I'm actually quite afraid of men when they raise their voices in anger as a result, but seeing as I don't often encounter this experience these days, when it happens, wow, it's a full-on PTSD trigger. I have to go calm myself down alone.

'Yanna revealed she also spent a lot of her childhood not feeling safe. Always being afraid for the "other shoe to drop". Whether it be at school or in the world on Earth.

We energetically held each other for a while, both of us re-feeling that same experience of not feeling safe. Feeling vulnerable and scared with no one to back us up. I said to her, "I have to go to a past life to find that feeling of childhood safety. Which is a little pathetic."

"I do, too. A lot of the time."

So we went to a past life. We're in the vineyard in Naples, Italy in the year 458 AD and we're running around in our bare feet. They're all red from stomping grapes earlier and dirty from being bare, but we don't care. We laugh and say we've stepped in the blood of our foes. I'm 12 years old, and 'Yanna is 8. The sun is shining, and the grapes we sneak off the vines are sun-drenched and wonderful. There's no initial objective in our running around. We're just running around for the joy of running around. But eventually we make our way to the pond at the bottom of the garden.

The pond is lined with stone tiles, so it's halfway between a pool and a pond. We use it for irrigation, but today, we sit on the edge and dunk our feet in the cool water. We're wearing simple tunics. Mine is green, hers is reddish brown. There's a feeling that nothing will or could go wrong. There is no sense of wrongness. Just the open-hearted glee of being a child and having very few burdens.

We hold on to that feeling as long as we can without our minds getting distracted. We apply it like a balm to the burns and wounds of this lifetime, trying to soothe the hurts that no one else can mend or bring justice to. And while we each understand why things happened the way they did, it still means those hurts have to be mended. Those injustices have to be righted.

There's a breaking open. Tears flow. The release happens, and the pain is let go.

Sometimes you have to go back to go forward.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

--Kyriel