Back in 2007, I had visions of my beloved husband Wim, crossing over to the light. Needless to say, these images scared me immensely and triggered enourmous grief. Then, one evening when on holiday on the Greek island Cyprus, I discovered the much unexpected source.
Wim sees me sigh. ‘Are you all right?’
‘I don’t know what more I can do to get out of this state.’ My throat is complete blocked, I’m so scared. I put my pen down and close my journal.
‘Can I do something for you?’
The question places me in a dilemma. ‘I don’t want to burden you with it.’
But Wim won’t be discouraged. ‘Is it about my death?’ Internally, I wince and nod. ‘And you think that I will have a good sleep now?’
Despite my fear, I have to laugh. ‘No, I understand it doesn’t work like that.’ Right, then we get to work, and I lay down on the sofa.
Wim sits down next to me on the coffee table. When he puts a hand on my belly and my crown. Immediately, I feel calmer. ‘Tell me what you see.’
‘I see two images. In one image, I see you walking up a crystal staircase; the other image is about a funeral.’
‘Talk about the funeral.’
‘I see a wooden coffin.’ My voice sounds hoarse with emotion. ‘The coffin is in front of the altar in a church.’
‘Where are you?’
‘My consciousness hangs over the coffin. It’s strange because at the same time, I see myself standing next to the coffin at with the children by my side; they’re about the same age they are now.’
Wim takes a moment to listen to his guides. ‘What’s coming through is that I should ask you whether it’s about this life or a parallel life?’
The question overwhelms me, as my mind resists the idea of a parallel life. I see myself, don’t I? But the question is doing its work and brings me into focus. ‘It’s a parallel life,’ I answer, to my surprise. I speak from an intuitive knowledge. ‘The woman next to the coffin is wearing a black suit, and on her head, she has a derby hat, not something I would choose myself. The Wim in the coffin is also a different Wim. They didn’t separate in a good way. About a month ago, she fell in love with another man and that brought unrest into the relationship. Now that her husband is dead, she feels guilty. As this parallel-me is not a healer, she has no idea about the existence of the energetic world and doesn’t understand that his soul has crossed over.’ One way or another, the woman’s sadness reaches my emotions.
‘Is there anything you can do for her?’
‘I can explain to her what I know. In her eyes, I can see that she hears me, even though she doesn’t know where the voice comes from.’ Since I have no experience whatsoever with parallel lives, I am in unchartered territory. Nevertheless, a part of me knows intuitively what I can do. I help the Wim in that life to cross over. Then I see that in this life the crystal staircase withdraws, as Wim in this life comes down the stairs, and I hear his voice in my head. ‘I made my choice; I won’t die.’
While my field shifts, my body relaxes, my intestines and stomach rumbling with the release, and I sink into a deep sleep.
The next day, my guides tell me to go back to the parallel life once more, and Wim once more facilitates a regression. The first thing I see is a hospital. I’m sitting in the waiting room with my mother and my brother. ‘Wim’ has been brought in with sirens blaring and the doctors are busy with him.
‘Go further back in time.’
This time, I accept the instructions without hesitation and move my focus. ‘I’m in love. I went to a workshop and am deeply touched. I tell you, and you become angry. You demand that I make a choice, you or him, but I can’t choose. You threaten me with a divorce, to take the children away from me,’ my voice falters, and the rhythm of my breathing fills the silence. Then the story goes on; it’s like the words come by themselves. ‘In that life, you abuse the children, and I don’t do anything to protect them. On the outside, we look like the perfect couple, as we live in a beautiful house and our business is successful. But inside, it’s a swamp; you define me, so I choke. Then, suddenly, you get a stroke, you collapse at home, and I feel guilty because I had wished you dead.’
Outside, the laughter of the children playing in the pool reminds me that my emotions do not belong to the present.
‘What can I do to close this?’ I ask my guides and Wim.
‘You have to integrate her in yourself.’ For a moment, I hesitate.
‘Take her into your heart.’ Wim’s voice takes away the doubt.
She looks at me, questioningly. ‘I am you,’ I tell her, ‘but I’ve processed it.’
‘What did you process?’ She doesn’t seem to know what I’m talking about. With a gesture of welcome, I put my hand on my heart. Her question I leave unanswered, as the story is too big.
Since then, I have encountered three other parallel Selves in parallel realities through either meditation or multidimensional constellations. According to Steve Rother there could be as many as twelve versions of the same life. I discovered each parallel Self has its own soul and these souls all connect to the same oversoul. Some Selves live fulfulling, happy lives, other Selves live painful, broken lives. Every thought, every action of one Self will affect all the other Selves. This way, the oversoul assembles a variety of different experiences all connected to the same birth moment.