Ixtab Ghost

I am an Archetypal soul. I have spent many lifetimes all over the globe, but my life among the Mayans was a pivotal point on the tapestry for me. My twin flame, my partnered soul, from the point of creation was with me for the first time in I don't know how many lifetimes. We were born together as twins. I couldn't have been happier. Our birth date however meant we were chosen for sacrifice to the Gods. A blessing. Twin children. I was terrified and traumatised despite knowing that our offering would assure us eternal life and favour amongst the Gods. I didn't want to leave my twin again so soon. As we knelt together atop the temple with our wrists bound behind our backs, I looked over to my sister and before I knew, the jungle had gone. The pile of insect swarmed corpses and bones at the foot of the temple had vanished. I don't know if they threw our bodies in a cenote or into the jungle for the jaguars. All I know is that for the first time in my Life I realised my soul was eternal, though my body was not.

Ixtab, (the goddess of suicides, sacrifices, slain warriors, priests and mothers who died in childbirth), may well have escorted my soul to Paradise. I couldn't say. Many lifetimes spent dying and being reborn with birth-induced amnesia takes it's toll on the memory. I only seem to remember sudden or violent deaths and wee snippets of past lifetimes. Knowing my inconsistent memory over the course of my current lifetime, this is hardly surprising. Everything is stored on the Akashic record and only the ability to retrieve the memories is needed. I am not vexed. I've been around too long to worry about such things. Everything appears as you need it. I have a dedicated team of angels who help me muddle through. All appreciation goes to my unseen support network. You must never forget to thank your angels, sometimes they're all you've got.

The next time I remember seeing my twin flame was between lifetimes. We made ambitious plans to meet up and even marry in our next life. We planned to work together with the source of our divinity in preparation of a new world unfolding. Something like that anyway. It was over 50 years ago. I recall even making career choices at the time. I was going to be a teacher and she was going to be an actress. By now we had learned the importance of using mnemonic triggers to help rouse ourselves from the 'clean slate' state that birth imposes. Numbers are hardwired and sacred geometrical symbols and pictures also etch themselves well onto the long, long term memory. e.g. Birth dates, number sequences, 11:11, 777, 33, etc. as well as niggles from our angels and the initial 'coincidences' which lead to synchronicity. It may be that the origins for cave paintings and hieroglyphs were to leave reminders and clues for our future selves so we could pick up where we left off on our evolutionary paths.

Despite my good intentions, my plans went awry when 6 years into my incarnation I died in a car accident in the highlands. I did my best to be reborn as soon as I could. I ended up being born as a female in North America two years later. My memory had been deeply clouded from the experience and it wasn't until I was 17 that circumstances kick-started my Awakening.. I awoke the dormant Shaman within and set out on a mission to retrieve my soul ...