Yogi meets Woman in Astral
Meditationtime Forum Post
Date: Posted 6 years before Sep 25, 2018
MiBeloved 6 years ago
Last night, the deceased father of my body, came to me astrally with a lady whom I knew when my body was about 9 years of age. By the time my body got to be about 13 years of age, this lady’s body was about 20 years of age. I remember being attracted to this lady. Her body was of a different ethnicity. Subsequently the family I was in did not mix much with this lady’s relatives. I saw this lady daily because she lived next door.
Now some 50 years after, the father of my body, brought this lady to me. I greeted them but I was curious to know why he brought her. He said quietly that she wanted to know where I was and what I was doing.
I left that area where my body grew-up when the body was about 14 years of age and did not see that lady after that except once when I was in Guyana in 1987. Then as now, my father took me to that lady who was a vendor in an open market.
Last night I decided to track this lady’s energy to find out why she was persistent in seeing me and why my father is the only one who always brings her to me. I was unsuccessful in finding out the connection between my father and this lady but I did get on to her connection with me.
I have known this person in many previous lives. Subsequently she has a link to my energy. Last night after my father brought her and left, she said this, “Because of your infant body, it was difficult to recognize you Swami. I am happy to find you again.”
This remark has to do with her realization of my past lives as a yogi in India when I had the Swami celibate monk status. In this life I do not have that status and it is a good thing, because now I am not recognized and can move about without being harassed by superstitious people.
In India, if someone is a Swami, everyone thinks that the person has some special power. People pester that person. Swami really means a mister or master of the sensual energies which are epitomized by sex indulgence. Thus people respect a Swami, even a fake one, in India.
This lady was related to me in several lives as a sister, mother and spouse. With such relationships, with the affection energy being converted and reconverted, it gets real crazy trying to sort it all out conclusively.