Indera told Michael that he had an understanding of life that was beyond the knowledge of many people. Michael had an open mind and perhaps this was the key to learning. If someone were unwilling to consider new ideas, they might close the door to truth.
“We want to speak also to the lady, and we will pick on you for a while.” Michael laughed at these words. “In your own manner of being, you will begin to stretch. At present, you put things up high as if you’re not ready for them. We want to encourage you to go beyond this particular point in your experience.” I wondered why Indera referred to herself as “we.”
Indera told me that I would learn how to be more confident in the future, and that a spirit guide by the name of Magdalena would help me to do this. Magdalena was a guide who would give me much love and encouragement. Many questions filled my mind. Was it true that I placed things up high as if I did not want to obtain them? Did I do this with healing? Her description of my fears and anxieties was incredibly accurate.
Indera pinpointed my inability to communicate my feelings because of the fear of rejection. My body shaking and stomach tightening whenever I revealed feelings that risked a friendship were examples of this. Instead of dealing with events directly, I would look for a way that would bring peace. I came to realize that I could do both. Apprehension had swept through my experiences, stopping me from enjoying life to its fullest. I wondered if encouragement from a spirit guide could help me take a leap of faith.
“I have a question,” said Michael. “Last year I worked with a friend of mine that had cancer. Did I have any part in his healing?”
“You played a dramatic part as a result of the love you expressed. Love is one of the deepest aspects of healing that you can give to another. Everyone has an energy field. When you stand in someone else’s energy field with love, there is always a change. Energy is given so that the body can heal itself.”
Michael looked at me with compassion in his eyes, “I am sure you will find healing too.”
“We speak to both of you now,” said Indera. “We remind you that whatever you continue to see in your mind will happen. It’s a matter of allowing it to come to you. We see many persons who bring things so close to themselves and then they let it go before it manifests.”
“Yes, I believe that’s true,” said Michael.
“I have one more question,” I said. “Have Michael and I known each other in a past life?”
“You have known each other numerous times.” Michael and I had been together primarily in learning situations where we were both seekers of higher learning. The most advanced time together was in Atlantian times, when we studied in the temples of learning.
Perhaps the legends were true about the lost land of Atlantis and the highly advanced civilization that existed long ago. I wondered if I had really known Michael in a past life and whether this was why I felt like I had always known him. My heart told me that this was only part of the reason. There was more of the puzzle that needed to be solved.
“You were also together in the continent of Africa. You often went down the river together and it was there that you met your demise. It was humorous because you both knew it was going to happen and you were prepared. You lived intuitively, totally in tune with nature. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” said Michael.
“It was because of this that you were not ill-prepared. It was as though you were in the physical one minute, and a few moments later you were in the realm of Spirit. You lived that close to it.”
I was in a daze when Michael and I left Verna’s office. Had I experienced an expensive drama or was it real? I could not confirm the past life information, but everything else was accurate. I was confused about what to believe.
“What did you think of the channeling?” asked Michael.
“I don’t know what to think. Is it possible that I’ve placed healing up high and that is why I haven’t achieved it?”
“Only you can answer that,” said Michael.
“I may be the only one who can, but it doesn’t mean that I am aware of the answer.”
We walked across the grass and up the steps to the Mission. It was a beautifully designed building that echoed with the history of the 1700’s. We sat on the steps and held hands as the warm sun surrounded our bodies. “Friendship is a wonderful thing,” said Michael. “I am happy that I know you, Wendy.” Michael looked at me and smiled, squeezing my hand.
“I am happy that I know you too. I wish the world could exist this peacefully.” Michael nodded in agreement.
We explored the museum, learning about Santa Barbara’s history. A gorgeous courtyard, filled with unusual plants and cactuses, connected the museum to the Mission Church. Inside the chapel was an array of eighteenth century art. “This is where I came for a service at Christmas,” said Michael.
“This church is beautiful!” I said. Before me lay an elaborate altar covered with pink flowers. Behind this, eight golden pillars reached up to the ceiling and three statues of angels embraced the majestic scene.
After exiting the church, we found ourselves in an old cemetery. Michael stood before a crypt and crossed his arms on his chest like a mummy. “Take my picture,” he said as he closed his eyes.
“You’re crazy, Michael,” I said laughing. “Don’t be disrespectful of the dead.”
“These people aren’t dead. They’re just somewhere else,” Michael said with a teasing grin. “Are you going to take my picture?” I shrugged and then took the photo.
“Smile, dear mummy,” I said teasing.
“Have you decided whether or not to do the seminar in San Francisco? You would get the chance to see Dan Millman,” said Michael.
“I’m not sure. It’s close to the time that I will be leaving for Calgary.” The real reason was that I did not want to do two seminars in the same week. Directly communicating this would have saved me from a painful lesson.
We left the cemetery and started to walk across the grass back to the van. A shiny metal object caught Michael’s attention. “You’re meant to go to San Francisco,” said Michael laughing.
He passed me an oval shaped piece of metal that had San Francisco written on it and a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge. I wondered if finding it was merely a coincidence. “Maybe I am supposed to go. I don’t know.” I began to feel sad. I wanted to go to San Francisco, but I did not want to do another seminar.
“Nothing happens by coincidence. I’d say this was a direct message from the Universe.”
On the way home, we stopped along a road that overlooked the ocean. “Sometimes I forget how much this world has to offer,” I said, looking out at the water. “Worrying about my health stops me from enjoying life.”
“Much of the world is lost in concerns,” said Michael.
“It’s hard not to be if you look at all the things that are happening on the news. Why is this world such a crazy place? There is so much beauty here as well.”
“Many people are at war with one another, on all levels, whether it is global or within a family. Look at what we are doing to our planet. If we continue to pollute and exploit the Earth, what kind of world will we have left? That is also a type of war.”
“I want to do something to help the world, Michael. But there is so much I need to do to heal myself first.”
“That’s where it has to begin, Wendy. We all need to heal