Heaven, Hell, and Recycled souls…Oh my! Everyone always wants to know about the after life, but what about your past lives? Reincarnation and past lives isn’t something that everyone subscribes to, which is okay. However, when I get asked “Reincarnation or Heaven?” It’s the “either, or” part that doesn’t sit right with me, and to a degree I subscribe to both ideologies, stemming from my belief in Omnism. In high school I always told people that I wasn’t religious, I was spiritual, even before I knew what that truly meant. I knew in my core that truth could be found within every religion, and no religion has all the right answers. I always believed in reincarnation to a certain extent, without fully understanding all the behind the scenes magic that transpires. I remember my cousin posting a picture of her tattoo that said, “the soul never dies” after her mother passed and the idea of souls being recycled always resonated. Will I ever be able to prove my beliefs? No, however; after my experience in Lily Dale, I am not sure you could ever convince me otherwise.
There have been documented stories about past lives that are unexplainable. Children are known for sharing their past life stories with their parents and are more likely to have their memories of past lives due to their age, innocence and logical and rational mind not being fully developed to talk them out of the information that they are remembering or receiving. There have been cases where the parents look into the people their children claim to have been and upon their parents’ investigations their story often checks out. Some of these children have been known to provide such vivid, and accurate details that there was a famous case where a child was able to catch his murder from a past life by the evidence and details he was able to provide to his parents and authorities.The thin barriers that exist in a child’s world is also what allows them to be such fluent communicators with Spirit.
There are different theories on how we reincarnate. Some cultures like Hinduism believe that reincarnation follows a pattern or cycle of male, female, animal which I had learned about as a freshman in high school. However, I recently was fortunate enough to take a reincarnation class with Lisa Bousson in Lilydale, New York, which is our country’s oldest psychic community (est. in 1879). The spiritualists of Lily Dale have some core beliefs that differ from Hinduism, such as; you remain the same species but can reincarnate as different genders, races, and ethnicities. A second core belief is that you can create new karma and resolve old karmic debts by learning valuable lessons that you were meant to learn. There is a bit of a science to understanding what type of lessons you are meant to learn in this lifetime by incorporating some numerology and your full name.
I have had a couple past life regression sessions with different practitioners, and there is always a lesson that I can learn from each past life, or a clue, or a theme that directly relates to this lifetime. Not everyone learns their life lessons, and the spiritual theory and understanding is that we are destined to repeat certain themes or lessons from past lives if we do not learn from them, or resolve our karma, or karmic debt. Even though past lives can’t always be proven, the sense of knowing or internal connection I personally feel once I gain additional information, insights, and essentially puzzle pieces that fit my physical, mental, or behavioral characteristics is such a strong validating sensation that I am not concerned if others believe in my experiences or not. I am not here to prove anything to anyone, but to learn from my experiences, processes, and the information I receive spiritually and intuitively, and to share with those who are interested along the way.
One commonly known example of evidence of reincarnation is when a child or person is recalling a past life, and they have physical features in this life that correlate with their past life, such as distinguished birthmarks, or scars. Another thing that I learned in the reincarnation class is that people can have adversities to certain places (even if they have never been there), people of various races, and or ethnicities (but this does not excuse racist or bullying behavior), or even types of foods can all stem from who they were or the life that the lived in a past life.
Even though I am a spiritual being, I do make the effort to try to debunk or find a logical explanation for unexplainable things, before jumping to conclusions. I try to see things from the point of view of a healthy skeptic. With that in mind, here was my experience of Lisa Bousson’s Reincarnation class in Lily Dale, New York.
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On July 14th, 2025 class was to start at 9:00 am promptly, where we will be spending the better part of our day learning about the Akashic records, reincarnation, and our past lives. I was attending with two other ladies who also participated in a mentorship under Lisa. Our roles were to hand out the worksheets, and make sure all the chairs were organized to seat 20-24 guests who were registered for class. Once the students got settled in and found their seats, Lisa introduced herself and the class. We worked on our handouts and completed the exercises where we quantified how much karmic debt we have, and which lessons we are meant to learn this lifetime. One of the lessons I was destined to learn according to my numerology was regarding managing finances.
Next, it was time for our guided meditation class led by Lisa. With everyone’s eyes closed she led us down a path, through our own individual door, that entered into the Akashic Records. Everyone’s door, and everyone’s Akashic library appeared differently. In order to travel in the Akashic Records successfully, you had to surrender to your right brain, which means this felt like our imaginations were running wild. Once you were in the Akashic Records you had to locate your personal book, turn to a page, and from there you could see your past life. Think of the show Reading Rainbow, or Blue’s Clue’s where you’re diving into a book and teleported to another world and lifetime.
I was taken to a place where I was able to identify the land as my property, that contained acres of emerald hills, trees, and grass lands as far as the eyes could see. When I turned around, to evaluate my surroundings I saw an enormous beautiful two-story home with French ornate style wrought iron balconies. If you had ever seen the Harry Potter films, my home resembled something similar to the Malfoy Manner. In my vision I was a white male, estimated between the ages of late 30’s to 40’s, I was well established, and knew that my property and home was a sign and status of wealth. When I continued to follow my gaze, I noticed I had villagers and farmers who lived on my land. This gave me a sense of superiority, and a sense of how gracious I believed myself to be. I was giving snobbish-aristocratic energy.
When I continued to look outward I noticed another what appeared to be white male; who I recognized as someone who I permitted to live on my land. I saw him picking an apple from one of the apple trees on my property. I was angered by this. My thoughts were “how dare you steal from me, after I was kind enough to let you live on my property?!” I felt as though I was watching myself; as if I were in a dream. I honestly don’t know where the Aristocratic part of me began, or where my modern mind ended. I felt as one. In a flash, like a cut scene on the set of a film, I watched horrified as my beautiful landscapes faded, as I saw myself take an axe to the younger man who picked the apple from my tree. In a swift motion, I effortlessly chopped off his hand over a tree stump. My mind spared me the gore, because I struggle to process graphic content, and I think my guides were there to spare me that visual, however; I knew what I had done. But then there was another cut scene and I was fast forwarded to my own death that did not depict me at an elderly age. I was bent over a stump and beheaded by only what I can assume was my own axe by the villager’s family, who were avenging his… punishment.
Truth be told I don’t know if the man from my vision lived or died. I don’t know if he lived a full life as an amputee or bleed out or went septic. But that version of myself didn’t care. I clearly lacked compassion, understanding, and empathy and was living an eye for an eye life style. That was until his family beheaded me. And then I “woke up,” just like you would from a bad dream. I was so startled at how vivid that vision was I did not follow the same path out of the guided meditation. I was back in my body, on high alert and processing everything with my brain going 100 mph.
When the class caught up with me and was guided out of their vision, out of the Askachic, and out their door and was instructed to ease back into their body, Lisa opened the floor to allow volunteers to share their visions and experiences. Being in my element and surrounded by like minded people makes it easy to share this kind of stuff. You just know when you’re among your people. So naturally I shared…
After I shared my experience with the class, my friend Jeanie who was seated to my left turned to me and asked “What hand did you chop off?”
I believe my exact reply was, “Huh? Oh, in the vision. Ummm… I wasn’t really paying attention to which hand to be honest.” But then I look down at my hands trying to focus and I see my right hand going up and down vertically making a chopping motion.
“Jeanie, I can’t say for certain because I didn’t ‘see’ which hand, but when I look down and see that I’m motioning a chopping gesture with my right hand, I am going to assume or guess that I took that guy’s left hand.”
Jeanie then goes to show me a birthmark on her left hand.
“Uh, okay… but Jeanie, it’s just a small birth mark.”
Jeanie replied, “Lisa said you could have birth marks or scars from a past life.”
“Okay, I am not saying it’s impossible,” as I was picking up on what she was eluding too.
Then Jeanie goes on to tell me; she had her left hand in a splint that was placed on her incorrectly, further impacting her left hand to heal improperly, and would not work properly when dancing or posing.
Again, I was viewing this from the perspective of a healthy skeptic, but I kept telling myself that nothing was impossible, and if Jeanie believed that I chopped off her hand in a past life I suppose it was possible. But my head is always trying to figure out “what are the odds.”
Jeanie and I stepped outside during a break and said she wanted to call her husband and put him on speaker phone which she did, and asked him “Hun, how do I feel about apples?”
His reply; “You always buy them but you never eat them.”
“Thank you, that’s all,” and she hangs up.
Jeanie then turns to me and tells me “I brought an apple on this trip but haven’t eaten it yet. I buy apples because I love them, and know they are healthy but I never eat them. They wind up going bad at home.”
So finally I looked at her and said “Jeanie, if our past lives did cross and I chopped off your hand I am so sorry.”
She smiles at me and says “it’s okay, we’re even, my family avenged me.” We laughed and moved on and headed back inside the classroom to resume.
The next part of the class was where we would give each other readings. Lisa was drawing numbers and we were to get paired with someone randomly and give them a past life reading following the same style and format we had done for ourselves.
Jeanie was number 13, and I was 14 and I just knew in my heart of hearts we were going to wind up paired as Lisa drew numbers at random. Which we were indeed the last two numbers selected, and Lisa looked at us and said “oh no, not you too.” And Lisa assigned Jeanie to a random student to the far side of the room, and I was paired with Lisa.
The magic within those exchanges continued to flourish throughout that class. Lisa tells me that she saw my door look like black glass or that it had been broken and reconstructed to look like a mosaic and saw me as this tribal Hungarian with primitive tattooing going down vertically from the center of my eyes down. She told me that I was a type of witch doctor that was being essentially hunted, and I had to go into hiding.
Now the fascinating thing about Lisa’s reading was she was not the first reader to tell me that she saw me as a primitive/ tribal person. When I have more than one reader tell me the same thing or something eerily similar they are validating each other or the situation.
The other and more impressive thing that I took from Lisa’s reading was that I used to do L.A.R.P (Live Action Role Playing) when I was younger, which is how I met my friend who owns his own production company. He asked me to play an ongoing role for an entertainment/ production company where I play a high priestess in an indie online series and the tattooing that Lisa described in my past life reading is EXACTLY how I did my make up when we were filming. I was even able to show Lisa a photo that we took when we were on set, that never made it to Facebook, or any public platform because it’s not professional, or something that I would normally advertise. However, if you have read this far, then you deserve to see photographic evidence. Lisa was surprised herself when she saw the photo and even mentioned that the costuming was very similar to what she saw me wearing during our session.
After I had my reading with Lisa, I went back to take my seat, and I sat back down near Jeanie who was still working with her partner, and she flagged me over.
Jeanie started to tell me about her reading with her partner and tells me, “And she saw my hand getting chopped off in her reading!”
Wait, what?! I had to process what I just heard, and I think my reaction was “your lying, or naw….” Something of that nature, until Jeanie said, “look at her drawing.”
Jeanie’s partner had been doodling during their session which was not part of the assignment, but how her partner receives her information from Spirit. I looked down, saw a bunch of black ink scribbles, then saw the hand clear as day that Jeanie was referring too. Jeanie’s partner had even doodled a tree that held significance.
“I asked her partner, “did you happen to overhear Jeanie’s and my conversation from earlier?”
The girl just looked at me and said “no.”
Jeanie interjected, “I asked her the same thing.”
I was slightly skeptical but chose to believe this girl had no reason to lie, and Jeanie and I were not being loud when we were speaking so it was unlikely, but not impossible for her to get all the details from our conversation earlier.
It quickly became an inside joke throughout our trip to Lily Dale, when I would randomly look at Jeanie and say “I am sorry again about chopping off your hand,” and being as kindhearted as she is, she always chose to forgive me.
On the way home we stopped to fill up at a gas station called Sheetz. We all ran inside to check out their snack selection as well. Being vegan, I had to be very selective and opted for some candied pecans. I grabbed the last two warm bags from under the heat lamp and checked out. When I got in the car I asked Jeanie, Lisa, and Dani if anyone wanted any pecans. Dani and Lisa politely declined, and Jeanie decided to take me up on my offer, so I gave her one of my two bags.
When I looked down I noticed it, and said “Jeanie, I didn’t even realize it… Check out what flavor they are.”
Of course they were apple pie flavored pecans. However; the saga of giggles and synchronicities didn’t end there…
The weekend following Lily Dale, Jeanie and I were working at the Lavender Festival. I would meet Jeanie and her husband at her house in the mornings, and hitch a ride with them while we spent 3 entire days doing reading after reading. Our line had a 2 to 3 hour wait the entire weekend. It wasn’t until we packed up and were leaving on our way for dinner did Jeanie’s husband decide to point out; “huh, did you guys realize that you were working at an Apple Orchard this entire weekend?!” Simply put, no we didn’t…
A week or two later when the dust finally settled from 2 busy weekends back to back I decided it was time to work on continuing to update my website and I contacted my IT lady, Kimberly. Kimberly has a very spiritual side to her as well so naturally I told her about my trip, and of course gave her the entire play by play regarding the reincarnation class, the past life reading, and of course Jeanie’s hand!
After regurgitating the entire thing to Kimberly she asked me “was there a kid or know the age of the person’s hand I chopped off?”
I told Kimberly I didn’t know but I didn’t see a kid, but she said she could see a kid and what appeared to be his older brother getting an apple from the apple tree, to give to the little kid brother, and she explains that this makes sense because an adult would have known better than to steal an apple. Which deeply resonated as truth being spoken, but all the same made my heart sink.
Kimberly told me in order to fix my karma from my past life to share any food I grow with the kids in the neighborhood. When she said that, it was like a light bulb about 50 watts just illuminated! Because I have peaches that will be ready to be picked soon. Then I was like wait a second! That same light bulb had now glowed a whooping 150 watts, because I slowly realized that I currently own an APPLE TREE!!! Currently! In this life! My mind was blown that I was so slow and dense that I never even thought about it after trying to get it to produce healthy apples for the past three years!
The apple tree hasn’t been really producing healthy or bountiful apples, and it’s been a struggle! Every time the tree tries to produce apples I have had deer, climbing ground hogs, and beetles eating the apples and leaves bare. I have also been trying to help my tree fight off a fungal infection! Oh my god! Could this also have been part of my karma?! My mind was blown!
But it was decided! As the fruit bloom and as long as they remain healthy enough to eat, I am going to be allowing neighbor kids to pick the fruit off my trees, as a means to prove that I learned my karmic lesson.
Also, since I was a wealthy jerk in my past life I’m starting to wonder if that’s why I struggle financially in this life?! Perhaps, because I never shared my wealth, I didn’t deserve to have it in this lifetime… Or this reading could also explain the fear of success since I was beheaded for being out of touch when I was successful in my past life.
The connections and cranial neurons didn’t stop there! Somewhere in the depth of my childhood memories, emerged my suppressed hatred for the book The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein! My loathing for the book as a kid never made sense… I didn’t have a sharing problem when I was younger. I was okay with the concept of sharing. Then as I got older I came to the conclusion that I resented the fact that there was a children’s book out there that had a tree giving her apples to the kid who is ungrateful. The ungratefulness was bothersome, but even deeper than that, the tree teaches people that it’s acceptable to allow others to continue to take away every part of you until there is nothing left. A book that honors a tree that was taken advantage of was triggering. I believe that deep seeded loathing from that book could be because my life (in a past life) that ended because I just didn’t give away free apples when I could have and instead, I chose greed, violence and pride over compassion, and it cost me my life. Which for me makes more sense, because why would a kid who has never experienced being taken advantage of or has a sharing problem, have a problem with this book? Knowing all this still does not change the fact that I still hate this book, and believe that books like The Giving Tree, and Rainbow Fish teach children that it’s okay to give away every piece of yourself until there is nothing left is completely unacceptable and sending the opposite message of the strength and boundaries, I am trying to teach the kids around me.
As a mediumship teacher Lisa would commonly use an apple as an example of symbolism to teach aspiring mediums to not just say “I see an apple,” but to make them dig deeper… I remember Lisa saying, “what does an apple mean to you, turn it over. Is there a worm? Is it rotten? In what context are you seeing the apple?” “How does the apple make you feel? “And for me, an apple was just always an apple, until now.
Whether reincarnation can be proven or not, if the past life regression sessions provided by the reader resonates, or promotes healing or explanation on any level, then it’s better to have heard that story, so the client can pick it apart and see if there are lessons that need to be learned? And in my case, it’s also possible that other readers or yourself will be able to visualize your past lives and add to the story. The point is, it’s your story, and these are your lessons.
This past reincarnation session helped me unpack, understand, and discover so much about myself. I know I am not that same person that I was in a past life. I have always given food and money to the homeless whenever I was able to. Which explains another mystical encounter I had a couple years ago! Which is a whole other story on its own! However, the unexpected awareness and synchronicities were so profound and being able to understand my hatred for a children’s book on a new level or being destined to own an apple tree is all a part of my intricate and existential threads of fate on my metaphysical loom. Now if someone were to ask me, “Do you actually believe that you and Jeanie knew each other in a past life?” My answer would be “1000% without a shadow of a doubt, in my heart of hearts I know she was,” and I think it’s a beautiful thing that she was destined to come into my life again, so we can have another chance.
Lisa Bousson’s reincarnation class left quite an astounding impression on me! And for that I will be forever grateful, because all these incredible women in my life that I went to Lily Dale with was not by chance or coincidence, it was by beautifully fated design.
Heaven, Hell, and Recycled souls…Oh my! Everyone always wants to know about the after life, but what about your past lives? Reincarnation and past lives isn’t something that everyone subscribes to, which is okay. However, when I get asked “Reincarnation or Heaven?” It’s the “either, or” part that doesn’t sit right with me, and to a degree I subscribe to both ideologies, stemming from my belief in Omnism. In high school I always told people that I wasn’t religious, I was spiritual, even before I knew what that truly meant. I knew in my core that truth could be found within every religion, and no religion has all the right answers. I always believed in reincarnation to a certain extent, without fully understanding all the behind the scenes magic that transpires. I remember my cousin posting a picture of her tattoo that said, “the soul never dies” after her mother passed and the idea of souls being recycled always resonated. Will I ever be able to prove my beliefs? No, however; after my experience in Lily Dale, I am not sure you could ever convince me otherwise.
There have been documented stories about past lives that are unexplainable. Children are known for sharing their past life stories with their parents and are more likely to have their memories of past lives due to their age, innocence and logical and rational mind not being fully developed to talk them out of the information that they are remembering or receiving. There have been cases where the parents look into the people their children claim to have been and upon their parents’ investigations their story often checks out. Some of these children have been known to provide such vivid, and accurate details that there was a famous case where a child was able to catch his murder from a past life by the evidence and details he was able to provide to his parents and authorities.The thin barriers that exist in a child’s world is also what allows them to be such fluent communicators with Spirit.
There are different theories on how we reincarnate. Some cultures like Hinduism believe that reincarnation follows a pattern or cycle of male, female, animal which I had learned about as a freshman in high school. However, I recently was fortunate enough to take a reincarnation class with Lisa Bousson in Lilydale, New York, which is our country’s oldest psychic community (est. in 1879). The spiritualists of Lily Dale have some core beliefs that differ from Hinduism, such as; you remain the same species but can reincarnate as different genders, races, and ethnicities. A second core belief is that you can create new karma and resolve old karmic debts by learning valuable lessons that you were meant to learn. There is a bit of a science to understanding what type of lessons you are meant to learn in this lifetime by incorporating some numerology and your full name.
I have had a couple past life regression sessions with different practitioners, and there is always a lesson that I can learn from each past life, or a clue, or a theme that directly relates to this lifetime. Not everyone learns their life lessons, and the spiritual theory and understanding is that we are destined to repeat certain themes or lessons from past lives if we do not learn from them, or resolve our karma, or karmic debt. Even though past lives can’t always be proven, the sense of knowing or internal connection I personally feel once I gain additional information, insights, and essentially puzzle pieces that fit my physical, mental, or behavioral characteristics is such a strong validating sensation that I am not concerned if others believe in my experiences or not. I am not here to prove anything to anyone, but to learn from my experiences, processes, and the information I receive spiritually and intuitively, and to share with those who are interested along the way.
One commonly known example of evidence of reincarnation is when a child or person is recalling a past life, and they have physical features in this life that correlate with their past life, such as distinguished birthmarks, or scars. Another thing that I learned in the reincarnation class is that people can have adversities to certain places (even if they have never been there), people of various races, and or ethnicities (but this does not excuse racist or bullying behavior), or even types of foods can all stem from who they were or the life that the lived in a past life.
Even though I am a spiritual being, I do make the effort to try to debunk or find a logical explanation for unexplainable things, before jumping to conclusions. I try to see things from the point of view of a healthy skeptic. With that in mind, here was my experience of Lisa Bousson’s Reincarnation class in Lily Dale, New York.
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On July 14th, 2025 class was to start at 9:00 am promptly, where we will be spending the better part of our day learning about the Akashic records, reincarnation, and our past lives. I was attending with two other ladies who also participated in a mentorship under Lisa. Our roles were to hand out the worksheets, and make sure all the chairs were organized to seat 20-24 guests who were registered for class. Once the students got settled in and found their seats, Lisa introduced herself and the class. We worked on our handouts and completed the exercises where we quantified how much karmic debt we have, and which lessons we are meant to learn this lifetime. One of the lessons I was destined to learn according to my numerology was regarding managing finances.
Next, it was time for our guided meditation class led by Lisa. With everyone’s eyes closed she led us down a path, through our own individual door, that entered into the Akashic Records. Everyone’s door, and everyone’s Akashic library appeared differently. In order to travel in the Akashic Records successfully, you had to surrender to your right brain, which means this felt like our imaginations were running wild. Once you were in the Akashic Records you had to locate your personal book, turn to a page, and from there you could see your past life. Think of the show Reading Rainbow, or Blue’s Clue’s where you’re diving into a book and teleported to another world and lifetime.
I was taken to a place where I was able to identify the land as my property, that contained acres of emerald hills, trees, and grass lands as far as the eyes could see. When I turned around, to evaluate my surroundings I saw an enormous beautiful two-story home with French ornate style wrought iron balconies. If you had ever seen the Harry Potter films, my home resembled something similar to the Malfoy Manner. In my vision I was a white male, estimated between the ages of late 30’s to 40’s, I was well established, and knew that my property and home was a sign and status of wealth. When I continued to follow my gaze, I noticed I had villagers and farmers who lived on my land. This gave me a sense of superiority, and a sense of how gracious I believed myself to be. I was giving snobbish-aristocratic energy.
When I continued to look outward I noticed another what appeared to be white male; who I recognized as someone who I permitted to live on my land. I saw him picking an apple from one of the apple trees on my property. I was angered by this. My thoughts were “how dare you steal from me, after I was kind enough to let you live on my property?!” I felt as though I was watching myself; as if I were in a dream. I honestly don’t know where the Aristocratic part of me began, or where my modern mind ended. I felt as one. In a flash, like a cut scene on the set of a film, I watched horrified as my beautiful landscapes faded, as I saw myself take an axe to the younger man who picked the apple from my tree. In a swift motion, I effortlessly chopped off his hand over a tree stump. My mind spared me the gore, because I struggle to process graphic content, and I think my guides were there to spare me that visual, however; I knew what I had done. But then there was another cut scene and I was fast forwarded to my own death that did not depict me at an elderly age. I was bent over a stump and beheaded by only what I can assume was my own axe by the villager’s family, who were avenging his… punishment.
Truth be told I don’t know if the man from my vision lived or died. I don’t know if he lived a full life as an amputee or bleed out or went septic. But that version of myself didn’t care. I clearly lacked compassion, understanding, and empathy and was living an eye for an eye life style. That was until his family beheaded me. And then I “woke up,” just like you would from a bad dream. I was so startled at how vivid that vision was I did not follow the same path out of the guided meditation. I was back in my body, on high alert and processing everything with my brain going 100 mph.
When the class caught up with me and was guided out of their vision, out of the Askachic, and out their door and was instructed to ease back into their body, Lisa opened the floor to allow volunteers to share their visions and experiences. Being in my element and surrounded by like minded people makes it easy to share this kind of stuff. You just know when you’re among your people. So naturally I shared…
After I shared my experience with the class, my friend Jeanie who was seated to my left turned to me and asked “What hand did you chop off?”
I believe my exact reply was, “Huh? Oh, in the vision. Ummm… I wasn’t really paying attention to which hand to be honest.” But then I look down at my hands trying to focus and I see my right hand going up and down vertically making a chopping motion.
“Jeanie, I can’t say for certain because I didn’t ‘see’ which hand, but when I look down and see that I’m motioning a chopping gesture with my right hand, I am going to assume or guess that I took that guy’s left hand.”
Jeanie then goes to show me a birthmark on her left hand.
“Uh, okay… but Jeanie, it’s just a small birth mark.”
Jeanie replied, “Lisa said you could have birth marks or scars from a past life.”
“Okay, I am not saying it’s impossible,” as I was picking up on what she was eluding too.
Then Jeanie goes on to tell me; she had her left hand in a splint that was placed on her incorrectly, further impacting her left hand to heal improperly, and would not work properly when dancing or posing.
Again, I was viewing this from the perspective of a healthy skeptic, but I kept telling myself that nothing was impossible, and if Jeanie believed that I chopped off her hand in a past life I suppose it was possible. But my head is always trying to figure out “what are the odds.”
Jeanie and I stepped outside during a break and said she wanted to call her husband and put him on speaker phone which she did, and asked him “Hun, how do I feel about apples?”
His reply; “You always buy them but you never eat them.”
“Thank you, that’s all,” and she hangs up.
Jeanie then turns to me and tells me “I brought an apple on this trip but haven’t eaten it yet. I buy apples because I love them, and know they are healthy but I never eat them. They wind up going bad at home.”
So finally I looked at her and said “Jeanie, if our past lives did cross and I chopped off your hand I am so sorry.”
She smiles at me and says “it’s okay, we’re even, my family avenged me.” We laughed and moved on and headed back inside the classroom to resume.
The next part of the class was where we would give each other readings. Lisa was drawing numbers and we were to get paired with someone randomly and give them a past life reading following the same style and format we had done for ourselves.
Jeanie was number 13, and I was 14 and I just knew in my heart of hearts we were going to wind up paired as Lisa drew numbers at random. Which we were indeed the last two numbers selected, and Lisa looked at us and said “oh no, not you too.” And Lisa assigned Jeanie to a random student to the far side of the room, and I was paired with Lisa.
The magic within those exchanges continued to flourish throughout that class. Lisa tells me that she saw my door look like black glass or that it had been broken and reconstructed to look like a mosaic and saw me as this tribal Hungarian with primitive tattooing going down vertically from the center of my eyes down. She told me that I was a type of witch doctor that was being essentially hunted, and I had to go into hiding.
Now the fascinating thing about Lisa’s reading was she was not the first reader to tell me that she saw me as a primitive/ tribal person. When I have more than one reader tell me the same thing or something eerily similar they are validating each other or the situation.
The other and more impressive thing that I took from Lisa’s reading was that I used to do L.A.R.P (Live Action Role Playing) when I was younger, which is how I met my friend who owns his own production company. He asked me to play an ongoing role for an entertainment/ production company where I play a high priestess in an indie online series and the tattooing that Lisa described in my past life reading is EXACTLY how I did my make up when we were filming. I was even able to show Lisa a photo that we took when we were on set, that never made it to Facebook, or any public platform because it’s not professional, or something that I would normally advertise. However, if you have read this far, then you deserve to see photographic evidence. Lisa was surprised herself when she saw the photo and even mentioned that the costuming was very similar to what she saw me wearing during our session.
After I had my reading with Lisa, I went back to take my seat, and I sat back down near Jeanie who was still working with her partner, and she flagged me over.
Jeanie started to tell me about her reading with her partner and tells me, “And she saw my hand getting chopped off in her reading!”
Wait, what?! I had to process what I just heard, and I think my reaction was “your lying, or naw….” Something of that nature, until Jeanie said, “look at her drawing.”
Jeanie’s partner had been doodling during their session which was not part of the assignment, but how her partner receives her information from Spirit. I looked down, saw a bunch of black ink scribbles, then saw the hand clear as day that Jeanie was referring too. Jeanie’s partner had even doodled a tree that held significance.
“I asked her partner, “did you happen to overhear Jeanie’s and my conversation from earlier?”
The girl just looked at me and said “no.”
Jeanie interjected, “I asked her the same thing.”
I was slightly skeptical but chose to believe this girl had no reason to lie, and Jeanie and I were not being loud when we were speaking so it was unlikely, but not impossible for her to get all the details from our conversation earlier.
It quickly became an inside joke throughout our trip to Lily Dale, when I would randomly look at Jeanie and say “I am sorry again about chopping off your hand,” and being as kindhearted as she is, she always chose to forgive me.
On the way home we stopped to fill up at a gas station called Sheetz. We all ran inside to check out their snack selection as well. Being vegan, I had to be very selective and opted for some candied pecans. I grabbed the last two warm bags from under the heat lamp and checked out. When I got in the car I asked Jeanie, Lisa, and Dani if anyone wanted any pecans. Dani and Lisa politely declined, and Jeanie decided to take me up on my offer, so I gave her one of my two bags.
When I looked down I noticed it, and said “Jeanie, I didn’t even realize it… Check out what flavor they are.”
Of course they were apple pie flavored pecans. However; the saga of giggles and synchronicities didn’t end there…
The weekend following Lily Dale, Jeanie and I were working at the Lavender Festival. I would meet Jeanie and her husband at her house in the mornings, and hitch a ride with them while we spent 3 entire days doing reading after reading. Our line had a 2 to 3 hour wait the entire weekend. It wasn’t until we packed up and were leaving on our way for dinner did Jeanie’s husband decide to point out; “huh, did you guys realize that you were working at an Apple Orchard this entire weekend?!” Simply put, no we didn’t…
A week or two later when the dust finally settled from 2 busy weekends back to back I decided it was time to work on continuing to update my website and I contacted my IT lady, Kimberly. Kimberly has a very spiritual side to her as well so naturally I told her about my trip, and of course gave her the entire play by play regarding the reincarnation class, the past life reading, and of course Jeanie’s hand!
After regurgitating the entire thing to Kimberly she asked me “was there a kid or know the age of the person’s hand I chopped off?”
I told Kimberly I didn’t know but I didn’t see a kid, but she said she could see a kid and what appeared to be his older brother getting an apple from the apple tree, to give to the little kid brother, and she explains that this makes sense because an adult would have known better than to steal an apple. Which deeply resonated as truth being spoken, but all the same made my heart sink.
Kimberly told me in order to fix my karma from my past life to share any food I grow with the kids in the neighborhood. When she said that, it was like a light bulb about 50 watts just illuminated! Because I have peaches that will be ready to be picked soon. Then I was like wait a second! That same light bulb had now glowed a whooping 150 watts, because I slowly realized that I currently own an APPLE TREE!!! Currently! In this life! My mind was blown that I was so slow and dense that I never even thought about it after trying to get it to produce healthy apples for the past three years!
The apple tree hasn’t been really producing healthy or bountiful apples, and it’s been a struggle! Every time the tree tries to produce apples I have had deer, climbing ground hogs, and beetles eating the apples and leaves bare. I have also been trying to help my tree fight off a fungal infection! Oh my god! Could this also have been part of my karma?! My mind was blown!
But it was decided! As the fruit bloom and as long as they remain healthy enough to eat, I am going to be allowing neighbor kids to pick the fruit off my trees, as a means to prove that I learned my karmic lesson.
Also, since I was a wealthy jerk in my past life I’m starting to wonder if that’s why I struggle financially in this life?! Perhaps, because I never shared my wealth, I didn’t deserve to have it in this lifetime… Or this reading could also explain the fear of success since I was beheaded for being out of touch when I was successful in my past life.
The connections and cranial neurons didn’t stop there! Somewhere in the depth of my childhood memories, emerged my suppressed hatred for the book The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein! My loathing for the book as a kid never made sense… I didn’t have a sharing problem when I was younger. I was okay with the concept of sharing. Then as I got older I came to the conclusion that I resented the fact that there was a children’s book out there that had a tree giving her apples to the kid who is ungrateful. The ungratefulness was bothersome, but even deeper than that, the tree teaches people that it’s acceptable to allow others to continue to take away every part of you until there is nothing left. A book that honors a tree that was taken advantage of was triggering. I believe that deep seeded loathing from that book could be because my life (in a past life) that ended because I just didn’t give away free apples when I could have and instead, I chose greed, violence and pride over compassion, and it cost me my life. Which for me makes more sense, because why would a kid who has never experienced being taken advantage of or has a sharing problem, have a problem with this book? Knowing all this still does not change the fact that I still hate this book, and believe that books like The Giving Tree, and Rainbow Fish teach children that it’s okay to give away every piece of yourself until there is nothing left is completely unacceptable and sending the opposite message of the strength and boundaries, I am trying to teach the kids around me.
As a mediumship teacher Lisa would commonly use an apple as an example of symbolism to teach aspiring mediums to not just say “I see an apple,” but to make them dig deeper… I remember Lisa saying, “what does an apple mean to you, turn it over. Is there a worm? Is it rotten? In what context are you seeing the apple?” “How does the apple make you feel? “And for me, an apple was just always an apple, until now.
Whether reincarnation can be proven or not, if the past life regression sessions provided by the reader resonates, or promotes healing or explanation on any level, then it’s better to have heard that story, so the client can pick it apart and see if there are lessons that need to be learned? And in my case, it’s also possible that other readers or yourself will be able to visualize your past lives and add to the story. The point is, it’s your story, and these are your lessons.
This past reincarnation session helped me unpack, understand, and discover so much about myself. I know I am not that same person that I was in a past life. I have always given food and money to the homeless whenever I was able to. Which explains another mystical encounter I had a couple years ago! Which is a whole other story on its own! However, the unexpected awareness and synchronicities were so profound and being able to understand my hatred for a children’s book on a new level or being destined to own an apple tree is all a part of my intricate and existential threads of fate on my metaphysical loom. Now if someone were to ask me, “Do you actually believe that you and Jeanie knew each other in a past life?” My answer would be “1000% without a shadow of a doubt, in my heart of hearts I know she was,” and I think it’s a beautiful thing that she was destined to come into my life again, so we can have another chance.
Lisa Bousson’s reincarnation class left quite an astounding impression on me! And for that I will be forever grateful, because all these incredible women in my life that I went to Lily Dale with was not by chance or coincidence, it was by beautifully fated design.