Past Lives Collide

April 11, 2021: Meeting Callie

Note: Francesca and Callie are past life names

Yesterday, I met with Francesca and Callie for lunch. It was the first time that I had met Callie. The past life connection with Francesca had already been established. In fact, she was the one that remembered our shared past life as coven members in the 1500s first.

For context: I had recently started remembering my past life memories over the past year during the pandemic. I started writing the memories down, and I shared some of the stories with Francesca, my life coach. Francesca said that one of my past lives was very familiar and thought she was a part of it. She indeed was a part of a past life. Then the story began unfolding into something much bigger than we could ever imagine. Then she told me that she thought that her friends Callie and her mother, Judith, were a part of this past life. Judith, who had passed away a year ago, knew that she was a part of Francesca’s past life somehow, but she did not know any details.

Francesca, Judith, and I were coven members of the Essex Witches. There were 13 witches in the coven; however, I have identified more than 13 witches because some of us were hung, and new coven members replaced us. Francesca was the leader of the coven. The eery thing finding out about this connection is that more than 50 members of the coven, family members, accusers, neighbors, and relatives have somehow quantum jumped 500 years into the future. And, they all live in the same rural community in the U.S. I am still trying to figure out how this happened. It is almost incomprehensible that almost a whole community quantum leaped in time to be in another community where some of us know each other. However, we don’t know that we knew each other because we have amnesia. Interestingly, the names of the coven members in the 1520s are also names of people we know in this lifetime from our hometown.

Francesca and I grew up together. She was a couple grades older than me. I was friends with her younger brother, but I don’t ever remember having a conversation with her. Francesca was always around, but we ran in different circles. I never knew Callie. She moved to our town as an older child, and she is about 15 years younger than Francesca and me. Francesca did know Callie and her mother, Judith. Francesca’s twins were good friends with Callie’s younger sister. Francesca felt an incredible soul connection with Judith and Callie. Before finding out about the past life connection, she knew there was some kind of soul connection between the three of them. She just couldn’t identify what the link was until she remembered our story. Judith died a year ago. Francesca talked to Judith at times when she was dying. When Judith was actively dying, Francesca could feel an oozing love between Judith and Callie. Francesca went for a while to visit her, but then she couldn’t make herself see Judith, she doesn’t know why. One day, Francesca had a mission to see Judith. She sat with her; Judith was comatose. Francesca was alone with Judith, and she started talking to her. She said, “I got Jess (Callie); she’s fine; I’ve got her completely.” And then Judith died about an hour later. This has a past life connection as well, as I describe below the conditions of Judith’s past-life death.

Callie doesn’t really remember anything about our life as coven families in the 1500s. She may have feelings or vague knowings, but she isn’t at all familiar with our former lifetime. Francesca is more of an empath. She has feelings, emotions, and vivid images of our past life. I don’t really feel any of it; it’s like I’m numb to the trauma. I just know everything that happened down to minute details, and sometimes I see flashes of images. However, I don’t feel emotion while I’m having these soul memories. The only emotions come from processing the information that my soul remembers. Our 1500s life was horrifying compared to 21st century standards. Francesca and I have found that our different Clair abilities can clash. As I have realized, I need to take more time to emotionally process the information I receive and “remember” the feelings of being in the 16th century. It is too traumatic for Francesca to recall the factual details. She becomes overwhelmed by sensory memories.

We lived in Blightingsea, in Essex County, England. I was born in 1521. Blightingsea is a coastal town in Southern England. Even though we were on the coast, I have no memories of the ocean; I only really remember the forest. We were on the forest side of town. Francesca said she recalled that the ocean was there, but we didn’t really care about it; the forest was everything.

Callie was Judith’s daughter in both the past life and in this life. In our past life, Judith and I were hung at the same time. We were accused of being witches. Callie apparently had “special powers.” I’m not sure what that means, but we all remember that. The coven was very afraid that Callie would be hung too, so it was imperative to get her out of the area. Francesca adopted Callie and took her and her other young children with her husband to her husband’s ancestral home in Scotland, to the Brody family castle. Francesca remembers running through the woods with Callie escaping after her mother’s and my hanging. Callie was only 10 at the time. Francesca recalled that she was never afraid of what Callie would do, like run away. Callie would always stay close, weirdly so, but Francesca was terrified as they ran. Francesca was tall; had long, black, wavy hair; blue, almond eyes; thin, heart-shaped face; tan skin. Francesca saw someone with red hair and a large bosom, and she was running with her and chasing someone or fleeing. I identified this coven member as Carla.

When I met Callie, it was both eerily familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Callie is about 15 years younger than me and moved to our rural community as a child. Therefore, I never knew her or her family. However, it seemed like we recognized each other deep down and said hello again. I, as an adult, and Callie with a more carefree childlike attitude. For her, it was, like, “Oh, yeah, hello again,” like we had only not seen each other for maybe a couple months or years or something; it was very casual. During the entire lunch, I could only see the child in Callie. In this life, she is 42 years old, clearly an adult, but there was something eerily childlike about her. She is from a different generation where there is less eye contact and individual attention given to the people you are talking with. During our conversation, she was occupied by looking at her phone. Often, it would seem she was not paying attention to our discussion and finding it boring. Then she would pipe in with something profound and relative to the conversation at different points.

Callie had long blonde hair as she did when she was a child. My memory of how Callie looks is similar to the character in Stranger Things, the younger sibling who was deaf. In this life, Callie is beautiful in a very subtle way. I saw something deep in Callie’s eyes. We inadvertently looked very deeply into one another’s eyes. She is not a talkative person. She is not shy; she just doesn’t talk a lot. Francesca said that’s how she remembers Callie as a child; she didn’t speak. She could talk, but she almost refused. Francesca felt like Callie didn’t speak much; she didn’t need to talk. When Francesca mentioned this, Callie immediately made a connection to the girl from the Stranger Things series that I said she looked like. This girl could talk too, but she just didn’t. Maybe from the trauma, I don’t know. I remember Callie in our past life as very ethereal; her head was in the clouds. She had a hard time being in the physical world. That’s why Francesca was so protective.Meeting Callie was like the quantum principle of simultaneity of time. Simultaneously, I saw her as someone whose soul lives in the same present and past lifetime as mine. Yet, we come from entirely different lives, almost like another orbit. We come from the same place, but we just are so different. Yet, we had such a deep connection at the same time, a feeling like our fates are somehow tied together. Callie is different than anybody I know. She is typical of someone from rural Missouri. She uses a lot of rural colloquialisms in her talk. However, I’m not around the very typical rural Missourian much as I have worked hard to try to escape the rural cloud. We share the same deep thoughts, beliefs, and interests that are manifested in very different ways. For example, we both have a deep faith that Generation Alpha will start bringing us out of our societal problems. I shared my belief that Generation Alpha is being seeded onto the planet with innate abilities that will help get planet Earth out of a death spiral. They will start taking public office at very young ages, much younger than any leaders in previous generations. I also think that Biden is laying out the blueprint, and these rainbow children will build the blueprint of the future. We were absorbed in this conversation topic for a while. Then, she shared about her younger half-sister, who is 8 years younger. She is more like a mother than a sister because of their age difference. She told me how her sister is bipolar and some of her episodes. My daughter has some emotional issues, and there were eery similarities between her sister and my daughter. It was like talking to somebody on the same life path, but just world’s apart.

Another example of the differences in lifestyles and generations is that she told me about growing up in our small town and how some of her friends started doing methamphetamine. Meth completely changed their personalities and life trajectories. At first, I thought, “What? Meth?” Growing up, I did not know anyone who used Meth. I thought, what social circles was she moving in? However, talking later to a childhood friend, who never left the area, she said that Meth started invading our rural community when we were in our 20s. I had totally missed that phenomenon. However, I know the devastating effects of Meth on our small community that has sent many to jail and a tough life after prison.

I told Callie and Francesca how I astrally traveled to visit Aalis (me in the past life) the first time when she was 19. We had sat in chairs in her living room, facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes. We telepathically communicated. She told me about her family and about how hard her life was. Then, she took me outside to the backyard. She had a lot of animals in the backyard. I saw chickens and rabbits, but I know she also had a horse, milking cow, goats, lambs, sheep, turkeys, cats, and dogs. She had like a lean-to shelter for the animals to shelter in with hay, not a barn, per se.

Then we went back through the house, out the front door, and turned left onto a busy street. Aalis lives on a mercantile street. We went to the end of the road. Then, we turned onto a footpath and went into the forest to go to the forest clearing where the coven met to do their rituals. We walked for a while, and then we came to the clearing in the woods. There were trees all around the clearing, and there was a circle in the middle. The ring was outlined with medium-sized stones that we had put there to form the coven circle. Francesca thought she remembered there being a canopy over the forest clearing, the ring canopied with trees. However, I couldn’t envision that. She couldn’t see the sun shining through on a bright day. I thought I saw the sun shining bright above us, but maybe we were viewing the forest clearing in different seasons, when the trees were in full bloom and when a lot of the leaves had fallen or thinned out.

Francesca described what she remembered about our past life. The circle in the forest, the pure love and powerful energy that the group created together. I think I have absorbed the Agrigor of the town. By this, I mean the collective consciousness of the general attitudes of the time. I told Francesca that we put spells on people and practiced dark magic; that’s what I had absorbed from the Agrigor. Francesca, on the other hand, vehemently said she knew we did not practice black magic. She almost screamed this as if this were the furthest thing from the truth. She thinks I was absorbing the collective consciousness of the time, and I believed what people were accusing us of. Accepting the collective beliefs of the mob at the time is what made me OK with my death by hanging. I absorbed all the guilt, I processed it, and then I was ready to go. It was a psychological protection mechanism. Francesca says she remembers that I jumped to my death. Usually, the plank falls out from beneath the noose, but I just jumped.

I also told Francesca and Callie about the pets I had soul memories of. I told them about Molly’s (another coven member) animals. Molly loved furry animals. Callie said she lives in the country, and a year ago, a cat showed up in her yard. Callie took her in and named her Charlotte; Molly’s favorite cat’s name was Charlotte. I told Callie how the name Callie was a meaningful name for me. I always wanted to name a daughter Callie but never did. She said she named her first inside cat Callie and didn’t have another cat until this current one, years later, and she named this cat Charlotte.

Then, I told Francesca and Callie about the parallel coven, the Ravensbrook Coven. When I mentioned this coven, Francesca got emotional. She told the story of a house she had accidentally run into twice, an old plantation somewhere between I-70, the Lake of the Ozarks, Marshall (where we live), and Columbia. The first time she ran across the house, she felt physically sick. She looked up at the house and felt the worst chill go down her body. She went back another time, going the other direction, and when she got closer, she felt very anxious. The house had the name Ravensbrook on it.

That’s all for now...In my next post, I will recount another past life encounter I recently had with my accountant, of all people.