Echoes Through Time: A Journey of Reincarnation and Family Threads

It’s truly incredible how certain experiences, seemingly disparate, can weave together to reveal a tapestry of connections that transcend and echo through time.

Sometimes, the most profound insights come when we least expect them, like a whispered secret from the past finally reaching our ears. This is a story about one such whisper, a personal journey into the depths of memory and the enduring bonds of family.

A Glimpse into the 17th Century

Years ago, at the very beginning of my journey into past life regression, a fellow practitioner guided me through a past life regression. I found myself immersed in a vivid scene from the late 1600s or early 1700s. I saw a sparse home, filled with many children. I was heavily pregnant, and soon, I was giving birth. A dark-haired man stood at the foot of the bed gazing on.

As I looked at the newborn, the practitioner asked if I recognized the baby. And I did - It was the eyes. Those eyes were undeniably familiar ... yet I couldn't quite place them.

The scene shifted. I knew I was gravely ill, consumed by a fever and deep abdominal pain, and a chilling sense that my time was imminent. My greatest worry in that scene was for this baby, now just several months old. The man, I sensed, was away at work, and a wave of panic washed over me – this precious infant would be left with only a ten-year-old boy.

In the next moment after this scene, I had transitioned. I was no longer in my body and found myself floating near the ceiling, looking down on the scene below.

As the practitioner counted me out of the regression from one to ten, a profound realization struck me at the count of "six." The baby...

The baby with the familiar eyes was my mother today!

As a lifelong intuitive and medium, this revelation deeply resonated. It demonstrated, in the most personal way, how relationships can indeed thread through time. I mulled it over, felt its deep truth, but then set it aside and continued on with my life. Until 2022...

Unearthing the Past: Elizabeth Woodfield and Bartholomew

Many years later, in 2022, I embarked on a large family ancestry project. I delved deep into historical records – church ledgers, burial records, birth certificates, and even old village censuses that detailed ownership and employment. And then, I found her: Elizabeth Woodfield.

I sat there, captivated, unable to move on. The name Elizabeth Woodfield immediately brought to mind "The Lady of the Rivers," the White Queen from the Tudor era, a historical figure I'd read much about. I knew it wasn't the same person, but the shared name was an interesting coincidence!

As I continued to research her, I discovered that this Elizabeth Woodfield, my 8th great grandmother had many children, and she had passed away not long after giving birth in 1710. I I kept coming back to that profile over days. Then a deep, resonant chord was struck within me. The past life regression from 2016, seemingly a distant memory, came rushing back with startling clarity.

Of course, I had no concrete proof, so I didn't dwell on it, merely acknowledging the intriguing coincidence. Then, I learned Elizabeth was married to a man named Bartholomew, a collar maker. And once again, the past life regression echoed. The man who had been absent, who had traveled for work.

As a medium, another piece of the puzzle suddenly clicked into place. In the early 1990s, likely 1992 or 1993, I had felt a strong male presence around me. I sought to identify him, and eventually, the name Bartholomew came through. I immediately called my closest friend, who remembered that moment from the early 90s. "I found Bartholomew!!" I told her.

Bartholomew, the husband of Elizabeth Woodfield, also had a father named Bartholomew and they also had a son. The name Bartholomew appears in the late 1600s and early 1700s in those records for only 3 generations, and then, it vanishes forever. Why did this name, this connection, suddenly surface now?

The Enduring Tapestry of Being

Through time, through these small, often unexpected synchronicities, a potential reincarnational thread had been discovered. We often find that we might be some of our own ancestors, and that people intimately connected to us in past lives are present in our lives today.

After that initial past life regression, I was in awe to have such recognition of someone that I have a very different relationship with today. There is something truly amazing about the depth of who we are. Whether we fully recognize it or not, our beingness is but one facet of a magnificent, multi-dimensional diamond. There is no end to who we are.

And I remain fascinated by those moments when we are able to pluck a string, sending a reverberation through time, reminding us of the intricate, enduring familial threads that bind us across lifetimes.