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Last 1992 "Cause & Effect" ____________________________ July 1992 Tara's guide helps to explore a woman's feeling that she was her mother's mother, why a son died young, a fear of open places and why a woman feels unappreciated. ____________________________ Your interest in this column continues to overwhelm me. Thank you very much for sending your kind responses to the Dream Dance Research Project, and asking questions for this column. I wish there were some way I could do automatic writing for everyone in need of answers, but my mail is averaging a dozen letters a day. I hope you can understand why I'm asking my guide Abenda to select those letters she feels will serve the greatest number of people. Again, I'll use the full names of the letter writers unless they have asked me not to. On the Master of Life Videolog offered free with orders in issue 51, I did automatic writing for a woman who wanted only to be known as E.B. In response, she sent me a nice note saying how much the writing helped. I also received a letter from Joanna Calkins, about my automatic writing response to her in issue 51. Joanna said, "I feel that Louella (the contact) is 100 percent correct in her answer. I realize that the sister/mother relationship is their karmic situation. I will be working on letting go and sending unconditional love. Thank you for easing me."
Q. I held my mother in my arms as she died last year. After urging her to follow the light and telling her goodbye, I found myself stroking her head and thinking, "I brought her into this world, and now I have seen her out of it." I felt very ancient and peaceful. Then I wondered, is this why I had such a burning desire to be with her when she crossed over? After years of exploring past lives, I'm sure I was my mother's mother. My grandmother was in her early twenties when she died in 1918 during the Asian flu epidemic. She died holding her one-year old daughter. I was born 30 years later. My grandfather died three days after my grandmother, leaving three orphaned children. Throughout her long life, my mother looked forward to meeting her parents "in heaven." And here I am, still on earth and wondering, am I her mother? If so, how does she feel about me not being there in heaven to greet her? In meditation, I've tried to communicate with her, but I only sense her loving attempts to comfort me and her exuberance over her present state. Can you clarify this situation? Katherine A. Automatic writing from your mother: "Katherine is very good to have made a connection with you so that we could speak. I want to tell her how wonderful it was to ease out of that world and into this one as she held me in her arms. I didn't realize that she was my very own mother until attaining the knowledge over here. I know now that she didn't mean to leave me as my mother. It was a situation we both had to experience. When she was reborn as my daughter she always tried to make up for it. She helped me overcome the feeling of being abandoned and not being loved. I will be more than happy to love her for the rest of eternity. "Although I was prepared to go, it was so hard to leave my family. Katherine is still fighting herself on that. She has guilt over wanting a life away from her parents. "The reason my mother died when I was so young, is that in her former life all her children died in a horrible famine. She was so fearful of experiencing that pain of loss again, she checked out early. This time Katherine feels enormous pain over my death, and I comfort her, but I know she doesn't hear me. I don't want my family to be afraid of death. It is just a transition, not a true going away. I did look forward to meeting my mother over here, but I have learned what I had was far greater. I want my family to know I loved them for all their support and love, especially in those last hard years. My memories of their smiles and laughter will always ring in my heart." --Mother In my temple room, Katherine's mother gave me a hug. Abenda added, "You know Katherine is kind and loving to all on the earth. She has been very disappointed by her fellow man and the why's of hurt and disease on the earth plane. In time, she will go into some form of human services to help nurture others through their pain."
Q. On May 19, 1988, my beloved son James was working temporarily in Marietta, Georgia. That night, he walked across the street to phone his wife Karen in Chicago. They argued and she hung up on him. He started back across the street and was struck by a car and killed. I have been deeply and permanently saddened to have lost him so young and so tragically. I can't bear it when his little son looks at me with huge sad eyes, so much like his father's and asks, "Grandma, why did Daddy have to die?" Was it karma? Just a tragic accident? His destiny? His wife Karen can't get on with her life. She feels so much guilt for hanging up on him that night. Our entire family is devastated. I've had music-related dreams about him (he was an aspiring musician), and he just looks at me and smiles a sweet, sad smile. In my dreams he looks so thin and sad. Can you get some answers for us? We would be eternally grateful. Carol A. Harrington A. Automatic writing from your son: "I wasn't looking where I was going. What can I say? I'm sorry I hurt everybody. But I've just been hanging out, and I have this really bad leg that got mangled in the accident. I will try and change that. I like to hang out in Southern towns. Checking them out. I try not to get wrapped up in the family thing too much. I'm sorry my wife and I had a fight, but her hanging up on me had nothing to do with the accident. I didn't feel anything when I was hit, but it was an ugly sight from where I watched above. I didn't want to deal with all that so I took the escape route. I miss my family and some friends, but I'm okay here. I don't have any past lives that I want to relate to as why it had to happen. Not that the lifetimes don't exist, I'm just not interested. I don't care about those things. Tell my mom, ‘Hi,’ and although the rest aren't much into this, love to them too." Abenda then wrote: "James is earthbound. Have his mother send him white light and love, and direct him to follow the lighted path above him. His guide will help him to find peace and direct him on that side. He is quite content to just `hang around,' but it doesn't serve him. He is not interested in talking with me, so maybe his mother can help to show him the way." I wasn't satisfied with this information because I hadn't learned "why." The following day, I went back into trance and asked to make contact with Jim's spirit guide, a woman with shoulder-length reddish hair named Ranusa. This is what Renusa wrote through my hand: "Jim's early death relates to his karma from several incarnations. In a Roman lifetime, he left his children then came back to them late in life expecting their help. In a Polish incarnation, he had an affair with an officer's wife and the officer had him slain. As a policeman in 1920s London, he worked among the clubs and longed to be able to entertain others. The wife of the Polish officer was his wife in the current life. His mother loves him and they are very much a part of each other's reincarnational lineage. "It is proving difficult to get Jim off the earth plane, because he wants to remember the music and songs. "It is difficult for me to relate to you how this all interrelates. I have a band set up over here to help him make another higher connecton. Jim is yelling at me now to go away. Soon, I will have to send another guide to coax him. Be of mind and spirit." --Ranusa
Q. When my parents divorced in my teen years, my father, an overly serious, stern workaholic, won custody of all five of us kids. Three months after the divorce, he married his girlfriend and she moved in. One night at the dinner table, my father asked how we were making the adjustments and if anyone wanted to talk about it? I related my feelings and my stepmother began to cry. My father was furious and ordered me to apologize. I was in such pain. From that moment on, I started to repress my feelings and become a "people pleaser." I'd do anything to keep the peace. When I turned 18, I left home and after a series of incidents I realized I was agoraphobic. I'm now 25. It's a little better now. I can travel freely in and around a one-hour radius of my house with no trouble. But even a day trip two hours away requires a lot of psyching up and at times a mild tranquilizer. I am happily married and my husband has been very patient with me. He's a Sagittarius and loves to travel. Here are some of the places he has gone without me: Arizona -- five times, Washington State, a Carribean cruise (one week -- he won the trip at work and took my brother), plus many ski trips up North. Why do I have this karma? Shiawann A. Automatic writing received: "Dear Shiawann, the reason you cannot go places is because you left your children by a river when you were washing clothes in India, and your second child, a son of four years, drowned. You felt if you had stayed within the realm of your village this wouldn't have happened. "In another life, as an Irish immigrant in New York, you allowed yourself to drown in a river as a karmic balance for your guilt. So the guilt from the Indian lifetime should already be alleviated. You need to forgive yourself. You have much to offer others, and it is time to let go of this effect. You will experience a peaceful, wholesome life this time. You must do fun and challenging things. Keep taking small trips and work your way up to larger ones. You will always prefer your home, but do not let this stop you from enjoying life." --Yancashka Abenda added: "Shiawann is going to be fine in time, now that she knows the source of her fear." I'd like to add, when you meditate, do hypnosis or say your prayers, include a statement to the effect of, "I know the cause of the agoraphobia, and I now release the effect. I travel freely and relaxed, always enjoying my journeys." Say it over and over many times like a mantra, and visualize yourself traveling with your husband to the places of your dreams.
Q. As a child I was very responsible and mature (self-controlled); as an adult I am no different. While I rarely lie, I am, or try to be, tactful. I am considerate of others' privacy and feelings. My parents were abusive -- physically, mentally and emotionally. The best treatment I received from them was when I was treated as a non-person. At eight years old, I was doing all of the housework but they never recognized my goodness. My mother's threat that Santa Claus could see my every move was greeted with private thoughts that at least he could see how good I was. In my work I am surrounded by people who lie and cheat the company. They whine loudly when they are busy and because of it are treated with much more respect, generosity and appreciation than I am. My skills are above average and my attitude has been positive, and yet I have been treated very shabbily by people who I have treated only as I would be treated. Whenever a situation comes down to whether I am to be believed or the wrongdoer is to be believed, the wrongdoer is believed. This was my experience even in school. It seems as though this planet is inhabited by primitive people who rule others by their tempers. Our society is a lonely one, with people seeking out those who would entertain them. People don't select their friends on the basis of their character or lack of it. The most cruel, egocentric individual may be one of the most popular, if he/she is "entertaining" and reveals all of his/her personal life to others. I am a private person who prefers to select my friends rather than have anyone foist themselves upon me. But I do ask for fairness. I know this world is not fair, but I cannot accept that. Why hasn't my integrity and my goodness been recognized in this lifetime? I'm like the cactus flower -- I don't need a lot of nurturing. However, when I have performed or behaved well, I don't expect to be treated badly or blamed for the sins of others. Your explanation would be appreciated. Sandra (name witheld) A. A tall, white-haired man dressed in ancient-looking robes wrote the following through my hand: "You had a life as barber and you cut hair only in styles that you thought looked good on the person. You always got your way because the townspeople didn't have anywhere else to go. Just as you felt you knew what was best with hairstyles, you now feel your view is the correct one. In this life it is difficult for you to compromise, but it is time you learned to relax and accept others as they are, not as you think they should be. If you begin to open your heart chakra, others will respond in turn." --Shushkioni-langren Abenda added this writing: "Sandra will be upset by this for she doesn't see herself as someone who needs to be right and wants to control. If she is willing to project a positive attitude, her life will dramatically change and others will cease to bother her. She'll even make lasting friendships among co-workers. The way she is now, if she were to change employment, the same situation will develop in the new job unless she changes her attitude." I'd like to close with Buddha's summary of his teachings, which is one of Richard's favorite sayings: "It is your resistance to what is that causes your suffering."
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