A knowing that those that have walked with me in previous lifetimes seemed so foreign once upon a time.

Blurred with the clear cut “if you can’t see it it isn’t real” from childhood.

Your share here gifting me a moment to reflect on those people that have crossed my path that are so familiar the past lives concept is too hard to ignore.

A kinesiology session while I was pregnant with Matilda made them obvious when the healer shone her voice on them…

The encounters you highlighted… especially the “hug” … tingling gold.

Thanks for writing.

Thanks for being you xx