Today was Day-5 for my “one meal a day” project. My body started adjusting the routine. I didn’t had strong hunger feeling or headache all day today. I really like my new routine. When my stomach is empty, I can think clearly. I am loving it.
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Today’s meditation: I did the guided mediation of HemiSync Exploring Other Lives.
While my conscious was going up to the upper dimension, I saw my house from a bird’s eye. All of a sudden I felt sad because I could clearly visualize myself leaving before my husband and daughter in my old age. But on my second thought, I felt assured that my husband and daughter are spiritually sensitive enough that they will easily notice my existence after my death. Then my thought was jumped to my late mom and late grandparents, and all my ancestors. They like me to think of them and thank them in my daily prayer. It was a nice confirmation that I have been doing the right thing.
With the guidance, I visited three scenes of my past life.
The first scene was in Edo era in Japan. I was an 11-year-old girl. I was wearing a thin and old kimono and an old pair of zouri. I was born to a poor family. I was very skinny and short for the age. I liked my body being skinny and short, because it was easy to move around. I had my parents and a baby brother. My family could afford once a meal. We had thin rice soup with vegetable pickles. In some special occasions, we had small dried fish. My dad was working as a carpenter. My mom and I were working as a laundry person. We washed the rich people’s clothes in the river. The river water was cold and the laundry work was hard for a little girl, but I never complained my tough life. I always concerned about my mom. She was carrying my baby brother on her back and did the laundry job. My mom and I got along with very well. We always cared for each other. We enjoyed laughing and talking together. My mom often apologized for our being poor, but I didn’t mind our environment at all.
The second scene was some years later than that. My mom passed away in her young age. My dad arranged my marriage with a man whose family was rich. Even though I was still child, I was willing to go to the rich family for a marriage, because I could somewhat manage to save some money and sent it to my dad and younger brother. I was good at saving money. I had full of great idea on recycling and reuse old items.
Some years later, the family I married into met a crisis. Their business went down and they got bankrupted. I needed to get back to my old job; a laundry person. My in-laws, my husband, and his siblings were all embraced to get a job outside, because they grew up in a rich family. They spent all day complaining their situation without working. I was the only one who went to work and earned some money for my family.
In my old years I was a teacher. People started visiting me at my house and asked me for advice. Gradually people started calling me as a teacher. I actually did not teach anything, but I was just sharing my own experiences and lessons that I learned.
The third scene was my death. I lived long in this life. I knew my last day was coming closer, so I did my best to organize things and say good-byes to my family and friends. On my departure moment, many people saw me off. Then when I crossed the line, I was welcomed by many of my family spirits in the spirit world.
The lessons I learned from this life were not to worry about anything, especially about money. Money comes along whenever we need. It is critical to keep positive thinking believing in that everything will go well no matter what.
The little girl appeared in front of me. She had a big smile on her face. She was happy that she finally had an opportunity to speak to me. She stepped forward because she has been fully supporting me on my one-meal-a-day project. She told me we don’t need to eat to the full amount. A moderate amount of food will do a great job to keep our body functions well maintained. I totally agreed with her. I was happy to see her in this right timing. I thanked her for her great messages and support. She said “sure, anytime!”
At the last moment, I asked the following questions. Her name was Miyo. She passed away on her own futon at her house. I passed away with a natural death due to old age. The passed away year was 1826. At the last moment of the life, I was satisfied with the life.
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