Recently my doctor informed me that I am a walking time bomb. I have cirrhosis, caused by a faulty enzyme which prohibits my liver from ridding my body of excess iron. The condition which causes this anomaly is called Hemochromatosis, and is an inherited disease of the blood found in persons of northern European descent. I’m 57% Irish. Here is my story:
My first memory of Michael, or Mikha’el, is at age two. Some would call him my guardian angel; others may
call him a spirit or guide. Regardless of our relationship, he has been with me
my entire 64 years of this lifetime. Yes, this lifetime; I remember four
previous existences.
In 1812, I died at age 16
from an act of betrayal. In 1890 at 18 from, yes, an act of betrayal and in
1862 in my late 20s or early 30s by the same act. I also lived in the 1930s and died as a young woman, but have
not yet been able to dredge up the specifics of that lifetime.
So here I am again. Born in
1952, I almost died as a six-month fetus when my mother caught on fire while
pregnant for me, at two months from a fractured skull, and again at four months
for the same reason. At age 24 I actually died from a bleed out caused by
multiple stomach ulcers, and almost died in 2012 from cirrhosis caused by my
disease, and again in 2013 of the same cause. Each time I obviously survived,
but now at 64, I’m told that I could die any day.
Back to Mikha’el. I have
understood since age two that I would live this lifetime into my nineties. It
was a promise made to me, a promise which I understood and embraced even at
such a young age, and I have lived my life accordingly by planning for a long
life, both spiritually and financially. Now it looks like that promise is about
to be taken back.
As stated above, I have lived
three, and possibly four, past lifetimes wherein I died by betrayal. In this
lifetime, I have once again faced the same challenge as in the past, this time
at the hands of my parents. But in this life, I have survived it, risen above
it, and turned my life around to one of contentment and even happiness, and
herein lies my question.
What do you believe? Has the
universe, in effect, betrayed me and changed the span of my life, or do you
believe that this is yet another challenge? That is, do you believe that the
Universe is testing me, or honing me by giving me this task as perhaps an act of
faith in the attempt to strengthen my soul and prepare it for my next
journey?
Before you answer, I would
like to share one more thing with you. I have prophetic dreams, and a few weeks
ago, this is what was sent to me:
I was standing on a curb
preparing to cross a very wide street. I backed up a couple of steps and leapt,
legs horizontal to the ground or, in ballet terms, in a Grand Jeté. I’m
exhillerated as I “fly” across the street to the curb on the opposite side, but
land just a few feet short of my goal. It is then that I notice a friend
standing on the curb. “You didn’t quite make it this time, Deb.” I smile,
agree, and we begin to walk along the street, looking in various shop windows
and talking.
So, what do you think? What is your opinion? Please no disrespectful replies. I am sincere and truly would like to know what you think: is this a test, or an act of betrayal?
