Love Story: In The Web of Life by Ken Renshaw (most motivational books txt) 📗

Tom continued, nodding acknowledgement to mychoice of words "Instead of your soul being attached to thatprevious–life person, and somehowmigrating through time into your body of today, it is more asthough you are channelingideas from that prior–lifeperson. Their soul is their’s and your’s is your’s:there is only a channeling connection.

"By the way, I have had clients, whose wholenonprofessional lives had been tied up in some hobby, such asowning a sailboat, who found ties to lives in earlier times, suchas the great age of sail in the eighteenth century. Typically, theymight spend enormous time and money maintaining a sailboat withoutever taking it away from the expensive slip it occupies. Once theydeal with these perceptions, they no longer need to own asailboat.

"I remember one client who had a web connectionto someone who was swept off the deck of a sailing ship by a wavecoming around Cape Horn during the Gold Rush in 1849. He perceivedthe wave, fate had preventedhim from striking–it–rich in the gold fields. The client haddifficulty in this lifetime establishing or realizing goals becausehe believed fate would stophim from achieving those goals. He lived on a sailboat in a marina.He did move on with his life after he dealt with the connection tothe 1849'er. He even sold his sailboat and bought ahouse."

I added, "I love hearing about all this. Itfits so well with what I have recently learned. Tell me more aboutyour process of having people 'crawl' through the information oftheir web."

Tom smiled and said, "The best way todemonstrate the process is to do it with you. Want totry?"

"I'm game."

"Then, close your eyes andrelax...."

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The next evening, I called when I was a fewblocks from Tina's apartment building so she could meet medownstairs. As I turned onto her street I saw her crouched downpetting a dog on a leash, apparently being walked by a neighbor. AsI drove up she patted the dog on the head, gave it a small kiss onthe forehead, smiled at the owner, and turned toward me with a biggrin.

I reached across the seat and opened thedoor.

As she slid in she said, "Oh, I love Goldens.They are such loving dogs."

"You look beautiful,' I said. "that shade ofpurple is perfect for you."

She looked at me questionably for a second andthen brightened into a smile and said, "You surely are in a goodmood tonight. Full of Sierra sunshine...or moonshine. You must havehad a really good week."

"I did, indeed. Rocky Butte was an interestingplace. I really met some interesting people.

"I have to go up there next Wednesday for thetrial. I want to be there, acting like a local for a while beforethe trial starts. The trial shouldn't last more than aweek."

As we drove, I told her about Rocky Butte, theJudge, Agnes, and the gold pans. She listened with great interest.I was about to tell her about Steve and Georgia when we got toHernando's.

After we were seated and had ordered margaritasand food, I started to tell her about Steve and Georgia. "Steve ismy main witness in the trial, the remote sensor that tried to helpfind the lost girl. He and his wife live in a mountain cabin,almost off the grid, at the end of unnamed dirt roads above RockyButte. They have a fantastic site with a view of the mountains.They are a wonderful, loving couple; amazingly comfortable andaffectionate with each other. They are quite a contrast to theuptight lawyers and trophy wives I meet here in LA. Georgia seemsto have unusual psychic powers. When I was talking about my mobilehome in the desert, she seemed to pick up pictures of you beingthere."

Tina smiled in a kind of surprised way. "Theysound great. You now seem to be quite comfortable with these ideasabout psychic powers. That is a big switch. We couldn't have evenbroached the subject without you being uncomfortable a few weeksago."

"Since my first contact with Uriel, I haveacquired an immense amount of information that has altered myviewpoint. The physics, the logic, the people, and my personalexperiences have all come together. I have no trouble with thesubject. I used to think all this stuff was outside the realm ofscience and was simply delusional. Now, I think all of this stuffis within an expanded realm of science. People in the scientificworld are delusional if they hold onto the conventionalfour-dimensional view of reality and say psychic phenomena isnonsense!"

Tina replied delightedly, "Although I don'tunderstand all this mathematical stuff, I think it is wonderfulthat you are having all these new understandings. Who would havebelieved.... Wow! The energy level coming off your body isamazing."

"I haven't got to the best part yet. I told youabout Dr. Candice Montgomery. I visited her and her husband intheir home in Altadena. Her husband, Tom Watson, a Hollywood-typecomposer/arranger, also does personal counseling in something hecalls space-time therapy. He explained to me how we are likespiders in the center of this web of information, with filamentsconnected throughout space-time. Some of the filaments areconnected to what we call conscious or subconscious memories in ourlifetime. Some people in therapy trace filaments to other spacetimes. Tom doesn't call them 'past lives' because that implies thereincarnation thing, souls transmigrating from body to body in atimeline. Tom says that filaments connect people in space and timethat have an emotional connection for some reason. He thinks thereare a variety of reasons for this connection.

"I asked him how it works, and he said for meto do it and find out. We started with a sore knee, which bothersme when I play squash, and ran the thread back to a childhoodinjury when I fell on my knee. Amazingly, my knee hasn't hurt sincethe session with Tom. Then, we did some emotional threads, like thelast time I was really pissed at Zaza, which went all the way backto my second grade. I was kind of on a roll so Tom kept going on avariety of things. After, two hours, a strange thing happened: Iwent earlier on a thread, through childhood, and then I saw a vaguepicture of another young man that