I thought Spirit could no longer discombobulate me with new revelations with regards to my past lives, but THIS definitely goes to the top of the list of multidimensionality of this existence, slapping me across the face and sitting me tf down with a pack of cigarettes moments experienced in this life thus far. 

I am reluctant to share this because of how diabolical it might sound. Even for me.

For context, I remember over a dozen past lives, both my own and other people’s, where relevant, on Earth and in other dimensions. 

After passing key soul threshold moments, memory surfacing is always exciting, yet a usual part of my path as an energy worker. 

There are a couple of Spirits attached to the community space I moved to a little less than four months ago in Costa Rica. I recently started talking to them, giving them assignments, and contributing to the rewriting and management of their soul contracts here. 

And ya’ll…

There’s another Spirit that revealed itself just a couple of days ago.

She dwells in a higher dimension than the other Spirits of the land, crying, asking for help, walking across the roofs at night, heard by someone else here too. She did this on my roof, and I thought nothing of it. Perhaps the owners were fixing the roof, I assumed at the time. 

Nobody was fixing the roof, come to find out. 

I still get goosebumps remembering how loud these footsteps were.

There have been multiple sightings of her over the years. Now this community attracts souls of extremely high ranking. Witches, energy healers, tarot readers, psychics, kings and priestesses from Atlantis, to name a few… 

Some have been approached by her; none thus far could lift her out of her suffering or figure out why she keeps bothering everyone. What does she want?

Finally, she approached me a couple of nights ago. 

After multiple conversations with the owner of the property and her barging into my own energy work sessions… 

Wait, you’re not ready for this. You better sit tf down. 

She revealed to me that she was me. From another lifetime. 

I am SAT. 

In that lifetime, she was killed by someone who lives in the community now. Yes. 

Multiple people saw and heard her in the timeline of the present day, INCLUDING MYSELF.

I am clocking tf out and going for another cigarette. 

It’s a very long story I will document on my Substack in due time for sure. Just going to give the people involved a little more time to complete their soul tests before tying up all loose ends of this timeline. This is just the beginning. There’s more. 

I had to share at the very least a glimpse of it. She had to share it. She who is me had to share it. Fuck me. 

Has anyone ever experienced anything similar? Spirit communication is not new to me. A daily activity. But me from another life, a different dimension, me who others have witnessed too in the present reality… Yeah, this is new.