July 4th

In the past life regressions I’ve noticed a distinction between what happens in what I call The Between Time when the life remembered is that of a man versus the life of a woman. Quite often the lessons and insights gained for the lives of women are more about love and overcoming fears, softer themes. Not to say this is always the case. One man discovered in his past life how much he valued being a father and good husband and in the Between Time was told that he remembered that lifetime so he would realize that he could create that again if he chose to do so.
But there have been lives remembered that were very masculine in that they dealt with the military, warriors, and in my own personal regression, as an explorer/empire builder. In many cases, the people experiencing these memories are women and astonished to feel so strongly a sense of pride, entitlement, confidence and arrogance.
The arrogance is mine. I loved the way it felt. All of my life I’ve been taught that it is wrong to be arrogant, an unattractive trait in anyone, male or female. But in that life, it served me very well. Rules did not apply to me and thus, I suffered no boundaries. Literally, it felt as though there was nothing I could not do.
A client remembered a life as a Native American who understood the devastation coming for his people and used his life to ease the transition for the tribe. In one of the most beautiful descriptions of the Between Time I’ve ever heard, the spirits of all the warriors who had been killed in battle or hung for stealing food greeted this Native Elder. They formed two lines and though nothing was said, there was much honoring for the life just lived in service to others. Honor was the word used over and over—recognizing it in others to act as a mirror so they might see it in themselves.
When it comes to war and being a warrior, the softer, feminine part of myself has a difficult time understanding what drives people to kill, to attack, to rage and act in violence. But then I look towards the example of my own country where blood was spilled so that we could live in a place where it is more common to spend the July 4th holiday cooking hotdogs, drinking beer, and as they are doing outside my library window at the moment, swimming in the lake and riding jet skis. I see nothing frivolous in the beauty of this sort of freedom. There are places in the world where women must cover their faces or risk being beaten, places where men are desperate to protect their children. So many horrors we hear about, so few we actually have to witness, unless, or course, it is your role this lifetime to be the warrior, the one living in a war torn country.
No life lived is ever a waste or in vain. Always there are lessons to be learned and taught. Our warriors are great teachers for us all, teaching us about the value of freedom, the value to create the world in which we wish to live, and what it means to live with honor and courage. What it means to sacrifice everything for an Ideal. What it means to be human.
I am grateful for the United States of America and all she stands for, and grateful that I can write this blog, saying whatever I desire today, while watching others completely enjoying the beauty of this country on a leisurely holiday weekend. If it is arrogance to say that I live in one of the best places on earth, then so be it. I rather enjoy a bit of arrogance from time to time.