For years I’ve been fascinated with past lives. But, like anything spiritual, the timing to pursue these practices comes when the time is right. Looking back a year ago, I had the most powerful psychic in the world tell me that I will move abroad and become a deeper spiritual person.
Spiritual in Europe? I’ve associated Europe with the deeper pleasures of the material world. But, in all honesty looking back, she was exactly correct. During the spring, I felt this urge to do past life hypnotherapy. While living in Germany, I had to figure out the language barrier. What the hell do I do?
I decided to look up therapists on the Spiritual Regression Therapy Association. I emailed every person in the UK, Germany and Netherlands. I put it out to the universe that I wanted to do this, and the first person to respond, Sheela, was the first to respond, and after sometime of contemplating my guides lead every sign to do it with her.
At the end of July, I made my way to Munich, Germany to experience one of the most powerful journeys within. I believe in reincarnation, but I doubted my ability for my logical and rational mind to kick in. I discovered many lives during the session, but one of the most powerful and memorable was this story below.
At this point, Sheela guided me to look at my feet. I told her I saw dessert-like terrain with shrubs. My feet were dressed in Native American sandals. I looked at my face and there I saw a young and beautiful Native American woman with long dark hair who wore traditional clothing. I remember seeing blue, red, black and white beads and held a coin-purse that was embroider with beads around the edges. But lots of blue beads.
Sheela asked, “Are you alone? Where are you?” I was alone walking in the dry terrain followed by a hawk. I was fleeing something, I did not know what but I was scared. “What is the hawk?” she asked.
“He’s my spirit guide,” I said. The hawk kept his eye on me and followed me everywhere I went. I did not really know where I was going, but I was alone and walking away from something. I hid behind some boulders and rocks. Sheela guided me to “jump” to the next scene.
There I sat still behind this boulder and it was dark. The hawk was still nearby, keeping an eye on me. I couldn’t get myself to the next scene, so I “walked” myself to the next part. Since I was on a cliff I saw a path that I could meander where I noticed a saloon with three white men who I felt harassed me in such a way.
As the story unfolded, Sheela guided me to the final approach of where and how my life ended. I saw myself lying next to a lake, unable to walk while watching the hawk in the sky. I had a womb in my Achilles heel, an arrow had hit, but I was not dead. Trusting my intuition, someone from my own tribe did this who was a man with a headdress riding a horse. For a moment, the hawk left to fly to the village. The hawk was supposed to send a message, but I could not depict what exactly that message. But the hawk’s purpose was to signal a warning sign to the tribe. The tribe was around a fire cooking food.
Since I could not receive how I died, Sheela asked, “Who were you? What was the purpose of this life?”
“Corn,” I replied. Sheela said, “Corn? Ok. What about corn?”
“I don’t know. Agriculture. I am here to teach people how to grow crops.”
We exited the scene and proceeded with our session.
The first several days after hypnotherapy, I experienced signs, messages and callings from the universe – mostly synchronicities. I began searching the Internet about the lives I picked up on and had curiosity about my witch life. Long story short, I was kicked off my overnight train at 2:45am in Wurzburg, Germany that I found out had the largest witch trial in Germany killing over 600 people.
Then I thought, “What the hell did I have to do with corn as a Native American?” I began searching information about Native American women. I looked for images hoping I can find something about corn.
Cleverly, I then Yahooed, “native American corn woman.” My hopes were that the search would pull up something with Native American corn and women in those days.”
“Randomly” the first link that pulled up said, “Corn Woman – Goddess of Nourishment.” Hmm, is there really such a thing as a corn woman? I had no clue. It looked interesting so I read. (Meanwhile getting chills).
In this link, I read two versions, but one that closely fit the theme of my story. Before, the story I read the quote about a tortoise (an animal that guided me in my Australia travels) and then a quote saying, “In Germany, it is said that when the stalks blow, the Corn Mother is running through the fields.”
Nearly in tears, I read about the Cherokee tale that believes the spirit of the corn woman is sent down from the heavens to bless the crops with growth. One time, the crops did not grow and the corn woman was missing. They could not find her so spirit guide, a raven, found her tied up in a cave and was the prisoner of the evil spirit hunger. The raven warned the tribe to free the corn woman.
On another site, the corn woman is labeled, “Educational Spirit of Agriculture,” where although boiling up scabs and boils to teach the people how to live off corn instead of meat. The corn woman sacrificed her life to educate and feed the people. But her strength had people “eating out of her hands” after the medicine man cured her warts on her hand.
Another tale included the corn woman being a beautiful young lady who married a man whose tribe is suffering from hunger. Although producing corn in a gross manner, she was caught and fled her tribe. She returned home, gave the secrets to her husband and detailed instructions on how to produce corn.
In tears, I said, “Oh my god was I Native American corn woman?” Right as I said that my eyes glanced at the time that said 11:11am and chills fled my body. I had no idea that “such a thing” existed. I felt like I “made it up” but what seems ridiculous is really our intuition speaking.
There are various versions of the corn woman, but all seem to be linked with the same premise.
Isn’t it interesting that to this day humans still have NO idea how corn originated?
Although I did not know the full story of my life, I had the strength to know that I have a place in this world of plant-based educational eating. I began working on a vegan cookbook this year and doubted my abilities.
I began piecing together this life. I always joked I was born a vegetarian/vegan as I hated meat ever since I was a kid. As a child, (to this day I still have no idea why) I CONSTANTLY grew warts on my hands. I always joked I was a witch as a kid. I worked as a vegan cook at a café in college that taught me many lessons about cooking. Internally, I have this deep love and warrior spirit to protect Mother Earth.
Before moving to Germany, I spent time in Utah and was in awe with the Native American influence. After visiting the Parowan Gap petroglyphs, my dad drove us to the next destination. I questioned everything about Germany and an angel cloud appeared (see picture below) telling me that I was on the right path in life. Now in Germany, I live across the street from a Native American shop that I “found coincidental” upon arriving since I was just in Utah before my move abroad.
On a deeper level, my soul remembered these abilities and imprinted the past into this current life. Because of this I found a deeper love and appreciation for the wisdom of ancient tribes.
Have you depicted any of your past lives? MBSF would love to hear it! In celebration of Thanksgiving and the Corn Woman, check out my free vegan Pumpkin Corn Chowder recipe.
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Thank you for reading and commenting. I hope to discover more as each experience I bet is unique to the current situation. Its fascinating and would love to hear more stories from people's experiences!
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Elizabeth Rae Kovar M.A. is Author of her memoir, Finding Om and is a Fitness Trainer, Yogi, Reiki Master, Presenter and Lover of Life. To view her portfolio please visit www.elizabethkovar.com