What is a Past Life Reading?
A Past Life Reading is a combination intuitive and astrology reading that will help you gain a better understanding of who you are so that you can maximize your potential and natural abilities to the utmost of your ability. Real growth comes from understanding and transforming behavior patterns so that you can challenge yourself to develop in new and exciting ways based upon a knowledge of your past lives.
Your past life reading will also include an examination of the north and south nodes of the moon in your birth chart. The moon in your chart relates to your feelings, moods, and emotional body. It is one of the most important influences in your birth chart from a karmic/past life perspective and will help you understand your karmic mission for this lifetime based upon your past lives. Learn more about Creative Soul Readings and Past Life Readings here.
A Sample Past Life Reading for Tiffany
*excerpted with kind permission from Tiffany
"Hi Kathy, what an incredible experience this was!! This far surpassed my expectations. Some of the advice in this was incredible. I have had other past life Readings from Etsy and this was by far the best one that I have found. I am going to print this out and put it in my journal to read again and again in the years to come. I will leave you incredible feedback that this was wonderful. Thank you very much! Love and light, Tiffany."
I will begin your past life reading by taking a look at two of your past lives based upon a psychic/soul reading of your past life energy.
The first image I receive is of a beautiful, willowey, blonde bombshell by the name of Ramona Randolph (a made-up name) who is up to all kinds of trouble; a temptress and a tease who laments, “I could have been a 1940’s pinup girl.” You also loved the color, apple green.
You were so used to making up stories about your past that it was hard to know what was true and what wasn’t; even for yourself. It was as if you had blotted everything else out.
Laughingly you say, “When I’m old and wise, I may tell!”
I get a glimpse of your earlier life and see a dirt-poor existence, a ranch, and many children, plus a still for making grain alcohol. You got out as fast as you could. “I didn’t need them” you say, referring to “ma and pa” and the dirty rugrats. It appears as though the time period is 1920’s-40’s.
“I sent them money, but I was free of that life, poverty…hell. I wanted something better”.
I can’t tell you where this took place exactly, but it was in rural USA and it could be Illinois or the Appalachians; it was hot in winter and cold in the summer.
“I’m not sorry I left ‘cause I can do better,” you say.
And you did, you clawed your way up from ‘night-work’ to hostess to secretary (albeit a very sexy one) where you garnered much male attention.
There was a beau by the name of Ralph, but he couldn’t keep up (financially) and fell behind (as if it was a race, a competition).
In the end, you got rid of them all but your boss (I get the name “Hilary”). He was a private man, svelte, imposing, very shielded (his energy), always in dark, imposing suits, with dark hair; closed off energy. But he accepted you and this empowered you; your confidence in yourself grew until you were able to help run the company (manufacturer of gadgets/fasteners for women’s clothing) in Chicago, with offices in New York.
You became more business-like, adopted dark, close-fitting, pin striped suits and dark heels. You had a nose for making money, clinching deals.
You didn’t have time for children.
You forgot your past and reveled in your present. You were secure (and also a proud owner of a big, fluffy, white cat!)
When you became too old to run the company, you bequeathed it to a promising young man who working within the company and you let him take it over.
You enjoyed old age and bought a stately country home in the South (plantation-like).
Sometimes you thought about your family and your past, but you knew it was too late to go back. This saddened you (on your deathbed, from old age), but the hand who held yours in the end was the hand of your beloved and that was enough.
Sometimes nothing is ever enough, you thought, but in the end you died a contented woman, with few misgivings, although you knew, in your soul that you would be returning to make things right with your family.