I awoke right at dawn today, hearing Kurt’s “Pennyroyal Tea” song.
“Your Dad’s here.”
My father pulled up in a bright red Porche. For a second I was shocked – was my father dead? No, Kurt assured me, he’s just out of body.
And so I turned my attention to my father who had come to visit me. I understood I was talking to the part of my father that is higher up, the part he becomes when he leaves his body. I think some people describe this as talking to a person or animal’s “higher self”.
When I discuss or learn things as my higher self, out of body, during my nighttime lectures, I don’t bring the complete memory back to me. I understood intuitively that my father would not remember this.
My dad explained something about his incarnate state of mind, and how this made him struggle with me being psychic. The real stumbling block is the intuitive realization for him that I’m his beloved Oma, come back to him as his kid. Oma spent more time raising my father in his early years in Germany than his own parents did. He mourned her death terribly. It’s beyond his conscious capabilities to integrate the idea that I used to be her. Yet today, as he slept, my father came to visit me as my grandson.
It was incredibly emotional.
We both cried.
I became aware of an illness within my father, and began healing – I had to call in a lot of help because it was exhausting. I found a huge growth behind his kidney that had adhered to his back – this required careful removal and a lot of cleansing and healing. Then I cleansed his kidneys and urinary tract, removing a lot of tiny particulate, and I understood it was his blood pressure medication and his diet that are causing these stones. I cleansed his fat cells, seeing they were saturated with toxins, which is what caused the growth to form.
By the time we got to his bowel I had to stand aside and allow one of heaven’s healers to take over. When we were done, my father’s organs looked good as new.
But I knew that unless he instituted the necessary dietary and lifestyle changes, his organs would begin to feel the strain again.
I got a detailed look into the many past lives I’ve shared with my father. Funny, I forget what they are right now. Sigh, what a clumsy contraption this brain is.