Book Review: Memories of Heaven

This book is a simple as the title reads. It is a matter-of-fact book. A recollection of information gathered from many willing parents all over the world that shared the “strange” recollections their children had, of their lives before they were born.

The chapters are divided by themes and for every theme there is an introduction by both authors.  The chapters are:

Memories of Heaven, Memories of Past Lives, Memories of Choosing Parents, Memories of Family Reincarnations and Role Reversals, Memories of Spiritual Connections to Our Source, Mystical and Precognitive Wisdom, Invisible Friends and Spiritual Visitations, Angel Stories.

There is no elaboration of the data. No philosophical or religious attachment of any kind mentioned in the book. No agenda behind it all. They are the simple words that came out of these children.

It is as transparent as every young child can be. And because of such candidness that this book can have a powerful impact, if one just stops to think about it.

Published by Hay House in October 2015

Samhain 2012

On the eve of this new year,

as darkness enfolds the world with a tighter grip,

and obscurity is more tangible than ever:

I shall light a candle,

in honour of my shadow,

that diligently is doing its job,

even if I may not always appreciate that.

I shall light a candle,

in honour of all those who this year,

I perceived their shadow, 

looming on my heart.

Blessed be you for teaching me how strong I can be.

I shall light a candle,

for all those who I still feel angry with.

May I understand that I am no better,

and compassion is a daily soul exercise.

I shall light a candle,

to all that dense murkiness.

May I delve deep in its sordidness,
so transformation will slowly begin.

I shall light a candle,

for all my Ancestors,

who I felt so much by my side,

in moments of deep distress.

May Your presence be always a reminder,
that even if answers are not found,
and the veil still remains cast,

Home is an eternal place,

where I shall return,

and until that day, 

may I always honour,

my soul's contract for this lifetime.

Blessed Be!

Homosexuality, Mum, Hell & God - Samhain 2011

Where to start? The four above are tightly interconnected and my assignment for this period is to disentangle the fear that has been installed in me. An appropriate assignment for Samhain I dare say.

My mother, staunch Roman Catholic, observed that I was homosexual before I did. And as soon as the occasion presented itself when I was just a thirteen year old falling in love with my best friend, she made me understand that I was destined to Hell.

From there started a long journey with the believe that I was no more child of God, destined to an eternal damnation made of fire and shrieks of pain. Where no peace, no redemption was to be found. Hated by my own Creator I was to live a life and an eternity cut away from everything. A life ruined. My own essence and being ruined for ever, with no chance of receiving love from anyone.

I felt as a boat with no direction in the middle of a storm with no stars to guide me through. I slowly lost my religion and the connection to the divine. I didn't know more at that time and for many years after.

Thanks to my mentor 20 years later at the age of 33 years I accepted my homosexuality. Three years ago she slowly connected me back to my spiritual essence. However that fear of Hell remained.

Today we went back to when I was thirteen. To that moment when Heaven's door closed and the gates of eternal damnation opened.

It was as vivid as 26 years ago. My mother was there, sowing at her machine. So was my friend. I reheard those words and seen her look of a mother disgusted and ashamed of her child not worthy to be God's child anymore.

However now I can see myself with a weapon to defend myself, my soul: a saiber with a hissing white blueish light cutting all the tentacles of fear that try to suffocate me. Cutting away once and for all, all those screams of pain and despair, of souls lost to God.

And as peace is restored in my soul, with my saiber I burn a circle all around me & then above me I trace another circle in the air. As above so below.

I finally start breathing, at first erratically then regularly.

Light filters through and the darkness slowly melts away. Leaving the warm glow of the Universal love.

Despite the fact that my mother will for ever until her last breath be ashamed of me I accept her and love her.

Despite the danger that you mother will send me to Hell, I know God will help and sustain me, leading me in the right direction to the completion of my life cycle.

For I am part of the Universe and lost will never be. I am child of God.

Blessed be!

Extraordinary life!

My personal note of Thank you for the Universe especially for what happened today!

THANK YOU!

All I need maybe is a candle

Today there were more than a couple of moments when I felt overwhelmed by life. It seemed as if the more I tried the more things just didn't work. It seemed that I was being tested constantly for my patience and frustration won me over.

So at a certain point I decided to stop, light a candle, an incense and close my eyes. 

Meditation these last days wasn't working well so really I wasn't hoping for great things but I desperately felt the need to surrender.

As the cinnamon-orange incense filled the room I remembered something long forgotten.

As a child and adolescent when I used to feel overwhelmed or troubled I used to search for a quite place away from all.  As a catholic I was brought up that, that quite place should be the church. 

But I wasn't always so sure or convinced about that.

I remember there were churches where I used to feel coldness or void.

But I also remember those small rooms in convents where it was like being in a safe place (I was educated in a private nuns school) . There used to be the Eucharist and a small candle burning. Rugs and smalls stools placed here and there.

What used to capture my attention and heart was that small candle burning. I used to stay there for hours if needs be looking at that candle.

Time has passed. I am no more a catholic, I had lost my spirituality in my rebellion to an authority that I felt didn't consider me as a person.

Somewhere deep in my heart (or soul) I missed that connection. That steadiness that faith can give when winds blow too hard.

I took me years to understand the distinction between religion and spirituality. Foolishly I have abhorred both. But life has a strange way to teach things.

Meditation was presented to me in various formats. People talking about it, blogs, podcasts and books. At a certain point I was certain that the Universe was calling me to investigate this “phenomenon”.

I started with barely 5min slowly building up to nearly 40min.

As memories flooded my mind I finally realised I came back a full circle. 

How strange, where I started and left I came back.

On a different level, somehow, but I came back.

I do not need a church or a scared or special place anymore. I do not need an official religion to pray to or a code of rules to abide to for my salvation.

All I need maybe is a candle...to take me back to that safe place where everything stills, when energy flows and chaos follows patterns to me unknown.

Today it was a touching meditation, one that I shall keep close to my heart and to my memory least I should forget the long road I have come through.

Least I should forget how I have always been taken care of even when I think otherwise.

Secret Garden - Always there!

Santa Theresa's Prayer

I am no Catholic anymore but this prayer really touches my heart. It is the third time round that it is sent to my email. So I thought maybe I should write it on my blog. 

May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received,  

and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones,

and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.. 

Blessed Mabon 2010

May we all find our inner balance,

individually and collectively,

on our difficult journey through

the dark side of the year.

May we all have,

an inner light,

a guiding star,

to help us face,

our demons.

So may we all find,

our strength through weakness,

our light through darkness.

Blessed Mabon to All

Remind me.

Remind mind me my Lord,

when my heart is obfuscated,

by weariness and distraught,

how fortunate I am.

Remind me,

that I am always being taken care of,

no matter what.

Whether or not the stars shine,

or the sun is tanning my skin,

and the wind bringing news,
from faraway lands,

there is always a light,

I can connect to.

A light that brings me back,

to that home,

to that oasis of peace,

to that divine in me,

that I keep on burying,

under tons of doubts,

whys and because.

Remind me now and then,

that I just have to ask,

and it will be given.

Remind me daily,

that I have just to

peacefully still my mind,

open my soul,

so you may speak,

softly to my heart.

Rough Journey Ahead

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. 

If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. 

Would it be too much to ask for a seatbelt during the passage?!

Strangely absent / Stranamente assente

I’m strangely absent these days.
An absence that is caused by the simultaneous act of attentiveness performed by my mind, soul and body to gather a new consciousness that is slowly taking place in me.
Absence determined by the crumbling down of old believes and the momentarily absolute void of a hole freshly dug in the soil ready to behold the seed. Like a cup that has just been cleaned, scrubbed and polished by life’s vicissitudes, ready to be filled.
Absence, like the silence that precedes dawn….the anticipation, the vigil, the sufferings, the sacrifices, the slow shedding of old clothes to allow the Universe to weave others made to measure.
Absence, like the feeling of being naked in front of what an enormous energy is life.
Absence that slowly turns into a soft murmuring of prayers, asking for humbleness, awareness and fortitude to enlighten my heart.

In questi giorni sono stranamente assente.
Quell’assenza determinata dalla concentrazione in unisono della mia mente, anima e corpo a cogliere una nuova consapevolezza che si sta facendo strada dentro di me.
Assenza di un vuoto determinato dallo sgretolamento di vecchie credenze e il momentaneo vuoto assoluto di una buca scavata nella terra pronta per ricevere il seme. Di un recipiente appena lavato, levigato e strofinato dalle vicissitudini della vita pronto per essere colmato.
Assenza come il silenzio che precede l’alba….l’attesa, la veglia, le sofferenze, i sacrifici, lo spogliarsi pian piano delle vecchie vesti per lasciare all’Universo tesserne altre su misura.
Assenza di quel sentirsi nudi di fronte alla grande forza che è la vita.
Assenza che lentamente si tramuta in un dolce mormorio delle preghiere, chiedendo l’umiltà, la consapevolezze e la forza d’animo per illuminare il mio cuore.

New Soul - Yael Naim

I do not know if you ever took notice of the lyrics of this song. I heard it for the first time a couple of weeks ago, early in the morning and it felt as if a message from the Universe was handed directly to me via certified mail.
I really feel like that…a new soul making all possible (and not) mistakes!

I'm a new soul. I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit ‘bout how to give and take. But since I came here…..felt the joy and the fear.....finding myself making every possible mistake.
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
I'm a young soul in this very strange world hoping I could learn a bit ‘bout what is true and FAKE.
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate.
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make.
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... ooh

This is a happy end. 'course you don't understand.
Everything you have done...... why's everything so wrong?
This is a happy end.
Come and give me your hand.
I'll take you far away.

[Refrain]: I'm a new soul I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit ‘bout how to give and take.
But since I came here…..felt the joy and the fear…..finding myself making every possible mistake.
I feel so... in this very strange world making every possible mistake
possible mistake
every possible mistake
oh mistakes mistakes, mistakes, mistakes, mistakes, oh mistakes

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la....



Non so se avete mai fatto caso alle parole di questa canzone. Quando lo sentita qualche settimana fa, presto la mattina, era se come un messaggio dall’Universo mi fosse recapitato con tanto di raccomandata.
Io mi sento proprio cosi…una anima nuova combinando tutti i possibile sbagli immaginabile e non!
(Scusate la traduzione...ma non rende molto)

Sono una nuova anima.
Sono venuta in questo modo strano con la speranza di capire un po’ come dare e avere.
Ma da quando sono qui…ho sentito gioia e paura….e mi trovo a fare ogni possibile sbaglio immaginabile.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la....

Sono una anima giovane in questo mondo molto strano sperando che posso imparare un po’ su ciò che è vero e falso.
Ma perché tutto questo oddio?
Provate a comunicare.
Trovare fiducia e amore non è sempre facile da fare.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la….
Ooh

Questa è una gioiosa fine.
Perché tu non capisci.
Qualsiasi cosa tu hai fatto….
Perché è tutto cosi sbagliato?
Questa è una gioiosa fine.
Dai vieni dammi la tua mano.
Ti porterò lontano.

Sono una nuova anima.
Sono venuta in questo modo strano con la speranza di capire un po’ come dare e avere.
Ma da quando sono qui…ho sentito gioia e paura….e mi trovo a fare ogni possibile sbaglio immaginabile.

Mi sento così…
In questo mondo molto strano
Combinando ogni possibile sbaglio
Possibile sbaglio
Ogni possibili sbaglio.

Ah gli sbagli,
sbagli, sbagli,sbagli,sbagli, oh sbagli.