Hung as a witch in a past life? It explains a lot about this life.

Hung as a witch in a past life? It explains a lot about this life.

I have been witchy all my life, I’ve grown and dried my own herbs, been obsessed with candle magic, intentions, tarot, channeling, pendulum, runes, and simple things like drawing a knot with your finger under my doormat to catch any ill intentions trying to wander into my home.

I have explored so many ancient practices and even spent ten years studying with a Maya shaman in the jungles of Mexico! BUT (and that’s an all caps BUT) I have been afraid to share my magic, I mean really share the wyrd, deep, powerful stuff for fear of judgement.

I tried to get over it, to tell myself I needed to be free to be myself, no matter what others might think, but it wasn’t until I had an unexpected past life encounter in York England that I finally began to understand where my fear came from.

I was wandering through the York Castle Museum, which used to be the York Castle, and we were down in the dungeon area. I was with my daughter and grandson, and everyone was enjoying exploring room after room, when this very uncomfortable feeling started settling around my shoulders like a scratchy wet wool blanket. At first, I thought it was just the damp still air in the dungeons, but the feeling grew and until it felt stifling. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I needed to get out of the area. Ahead I spotted light coming in from outside and an open door. It was a door to a courtyard, and with a rush of relief I headed for the open door.

But the moment I stepped into the courtyard, I panicked. A vision washed over me complete with feelings, details, and an inner knowing (It was a vision in my mind’s eye, not something I could see with my eyes open. I like to clarify those things). I was a woman in my thirties with long dark straight hair and a full-length black lace dress with red and pink flowers and green leaves embroidered on it. I was a well-to-do member of the community. My husband was the town magistrate. But I lived a double life. I was a healer. I understood herbs, prayer, and healing. But I lived during the 1700’s and because of the fear of witches, I had to keep most of my healing work quiet. My husband knew, but he disapproved.

My own husband accused me of being a witch because he didn’t like the way it looked to his peers and he had me hung.

Wow….that hangs so heavy in the air. Even know I can feel it in my bones.

I went and did some research and the style of the dress, the place I was hung, all of the details were correct to make this vision very plausible as a real happening.

Even weirder…. In doing research I found a woman who was a relative of mine who was hung in that very same place!

Imagine how knowing this would help a person understand why they have current feelings about exposing that witchy part of their life? Could this be YOU? Do you have parts of yourself that hide from fear of repercussions? Perhaps it isn’t just trauma from this life that has set up that emotional response in your inner being. Perhaps it is directly tied to trauma in a past life!

Just seeing that helps to clear the energy today. It makes me see that I don’t need to fear being physically hung. The world is different today. I have a wonderful community around me and many witchy friends. Really, it is safe for me to be myself today. I have been holding back, not from fear of what might happen in this life, but from what happened in a past life!

Where do you feel stuck?

What area of your life holds unreasonable fear?

Have you ever considered that it might come from a past life?

Leave your answer in the comments of whatever social media you found this post on. (I don’t have space for comments on my website, where this will be published, but we can talk in social media) Let’s begin a conversation.

In a later post I will walk you through a past life regression you can do for yourself at home. It is easy and may be very enlightening!

Wondering,

Laura