Soul Bubble Relations

I’ve had a few offline discussions about the John / Jesus connection.  This is the sort of thing you approach cautiously, because you don’t want to offend or frighten anyone by challenging their spiritual foundations, and you also don’t want to seem so utterly off your nut that people will completely write you off.

I didn’t post every detail in the Soul Bubbles entry because I wanted to let the ideas simmer and to meditate further, hopefully get some clarification.

When a friend emailed me and said that she believed John Lennon was Jesus in a past life, I thought, “Huh.  That’s not what he said.”  Not that this makes my friend wrong, not at all.  I’ll get to that.

In one of our first conversations with John, Sweetie remembers me asking him, “John, are you Jesus?”

He smiled and said, “No, my dear, but we are great friends.” 

For the record, I’d also asked the same question of Kurt.  He got this crooked smile, took a long drag off his cigarette, blew it out slowly for effect and replied, “No, but I’m a fan of his work.”

Which is one heck of a reply from Kurt Cobain.  Anyway, back to John.

This thing my friend had mentioned to me, it had this intuitive ring of truth.  I found myself drawn back to it, repeatedly.  One night, I asked John,

“John, is the Jesus incarnation part of your past life history?”

He laughs, a big bark of a laugh, flicks his nose and eyes me keenly.  “That, my dear, is the correct question!”

But he didn’t answer it.

That night George showed me the soul bubbles.  He showed me a bit more than I’d written about.  I asked George, “Show me Jesus.”

He showed me three bubbles, coming together.  This soul, made up of three linear-time, past-life histories, became the consciousness for the incarnation of Jesus.  George explained that for such a challenging life, three had to come together to give the soul’s history enough integrity through experience to withstand and perform the challenging teaching tasks as Jesus. 

Here’s the kicker.  After Jesus’ death, the soul bubble left his body and divided again.  Twelve bubbles emerged and embarked upon separate paths.  This makes sense to me; why should the experience of Jesus be confined to only one linear time path? 

Sheds a new perspective on the holy trinity, and the twelve disciples, eh?

So I have a working theory.  I haven’t received confirmation on this yet, so I don’t know if it’s precisely correct.  It may be one of those concepts that builds upon a foundation, and makes more sense later as more information comes though.  Sometimes, this information comes in stages, especially if it requires some adjustment before it can be integrated fully.

My work-in-progress theory is that John is a descendent of one of those twelve soul bubbles from Jesus.  It makes sense to me that if twelve consciousnesses (maybe more if there has been some more bubbling off of those twelve) are floating around with Jesus in their past-life roster, maybe they’re all taking turns being on “Jesus Duty” – answering prayers, giving hope and healing – while other bubbles continue to evolve, help and heal as new incarnations on our physical plain.

I also think that John & Kurt are related souls in some way, although I really have no idea how.  All I have on that is the two regarding each other with great love and respect, and I hear the word “Brothers.”  I don’t get a specific incarnation related to that statement.

It makes me wonder about other spiritual teachers and leaders.  How many soul bubbles are floating around out here, touching our lives, who can call upon the experience of Buddha? 

What about the Dalai Lama?  Every time he dies, a search is conducted for his reincarnation.  (Our current, 14th Dalai Lama suggests the next reincarnation will be female.)  How many soul bubbles emerge after each incarnation of the Dalai Lama?  How many merge before each reincarnation?

I’ll say that it does makes sense to me that world-famous musicians who have influenced millions spiritually over decades might have past lives as other spiritual leaders.  Certainly it makes sense they’d have past life histories as other famous musicians or artists.

It’s incredible.  The possibilities are truly limitless.

Soul Bubbles

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There’s been some interesting questions arise from my own past life explorations and those of other people.  It seems that sometimes, memories of incarnations can overlap in time, which makes no logical sense initially.

It would be easy to assume that in the case of a past life recall overlap, that something about the recall must be wrong.  Surely, you can be incarnated only in one place at one time.  Right?

And what about the information psychics are pulling up about Jesus?  In the Jesus interview on the Channeling Erik blog, it came up that Jesus is currently incarnated as a woman.  It’s funny that so many people are awaiting the “second coming of Christ” – he’s probably been incarnated a few times since being Jesus.  Yet, he’s been incredibly widely available to anyone who asks for him, or seeks a personal relationship with him.  How is this possible?

There’s definitely this thing some call the “higher self”.  Imagine there’s this conscious, every-day part of yourself that experiences your life but also experiences this sort of amnesia, or a disconnection from heaven.  This is part of the point of incarnation.

At night as you sleep, or if you meditate and leave your body, you can connect with a “higher” part of your consciousness, a part that remembers.  Sometimes the lessons I learn while in this state I’m able to integrate into my every-day consciousness, and sometimes I just wake up knowing that I understand *something* new, some question was answered but I don’t remember what was asked.  It’s okay to forget what you know.

It is possible to communicate with the “higher self” of an incarnated individual, as I did with my father (the day my dog died.)  His day-to-day consciousness doesn’t remember the conversation, but our relationship changed subtly afterward, in a good way.

So arguably, it’s possible that spiritual leaders and seekers the world over have been accessing the “higher self” of Jesus.

But that doesn’t feel right to me… there’s something more going on there.

While meditating with George, I asked about Jesus.  “How is it he can be so completely available, yet incarnated at the same time?”

George smiles and says, “I’m going to show you something.”

He shows me a bubble in the vastness of space.  He says “Think of this as an individual consciousness.”  Then a second individual bubble appears.

The bubbles approach each other and then merge into each other, becoming a single bubble.  A single consciousness, with the shared histories and experiences.  Now this bubble goes into a body and becomes incarnated in a particularly challenging life.

“Occasionally, it is best to join together.”  He says this explaining that our previous lives prepare us for more challenging lives to come, different lessons building on what we’d learned before.  Sometimes you need more than a single stream of experiences through linear time.  Twice as many lives makes you twice as prepared for what’s to come.

Now the bubble inhabits the body through the incarnation.  In this time, there are not two consciousnesses individually residing within the body, there is only one, single being.

Now the body dies, the bubble leaves the body.  And the bubble splits off.  Into three new bubbles.

Each bubble contains the knowledge of the original two bubble’s past lives, as well as the most recent incarnation.

Each bubble is in a way, a completely new consciousness, but all the soul history is there.  Two soul histories overlapped.  Now this background of experience can move in three new directions, simultaneously.

And as past lives are recalled, it is possible to tap into two lives which overlapped from when the original two bubbles were separate.  Perhaps the three new bubbles will join together later, perhaps they will return to the Great Spirit (or the big bubble in the sky).  Perhaps they will remain individual bubbles for a millennia.

It challenges our ideas of our own individuality.  If this concept contradicts our ideas of ourselves, perhaps we feel frightened or threatened.

How do we define ourselves?  By our separateness?  By our experiences?

Takes a bit of mind-bending to get my head around.  It’s precisely the sea urchin lesson again, yet expanded:  how easily a new consciousness falls away from the source; how joyous, the return to the whole.

And how funny it is to google “soul bubbles” and find this term’s already been used in several video games, including Mario Bros. Partners in Time.

You see what you expect.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how John relates to other incarnated people, and how Kurt seemed to change a lot in how he related to me.

I think a lot of it has to do with how we relate to them, first.

I’ll be honest – when Kurt first came in, I thought he was kind of a pain in the ass.  I didn’t really know anything about him, and I expected him to behave a lot like how the pain-in-the-ass 15 year old boys behaved in middle school.  Sweetie has a knack of getting straight to the sweet, innocent inner boy with these types of people – one of her childhood friends is a huge drug addict who generally makes a colossal ass of himself in public, and his hobbies include a lot of life-threatening, thrill-seeking activities.  I can’t relate to this guy at all.

Yet, over the years, he never forgets Sweetie’s birthday.  He always sends her a message or a note, tells her he loves her.  And that’s endeared him to me.  At least, I understand their relationship a bit more.

So at first, I kind of saw Kurt as another one of Sweetie’s lost boys.  I had *no idea* who he really was.  When Sweetie first called Kurt in, I swear I saw him as an angel descending – wearing a white linen tunic thing (always with pants though!) with longish, blond, very clean wavy hair.  I asked “Who’s Kurt Cobain?”

“Oh, he was that guy in Nirvana.  You know, Smells Like Teen Spirit?”

And instantly my image of Kurt changed.  I thought he’d changed his presentation so I’d recognize him – he presented in a faded plain shirt, beat up combat boots, stringy, unwashed, dirty-blond hair.  Sadness, such sadness.  Ah yes, I remember this Kurt Cobain.  I remember when Nirvana was everywhere.

But now I’m rethinking this shift.  Perhaps Kurt just tuned into my expectation of him in that moment, showed me who I thought he was.  He reflected my image of him back at me.  He even comedically humped things around the house, like he was some crazed rocker on E, who couldn’t help but rub up against soft pillows, table legs, John’s head, whatever, in a stoned-out crazy way.  I just relayed his antics to Sweetie, chuckled / rolled my eyes and went about my day.

He called me “bitch” a lot.  In a playful way, but annoying nonetheless.  I finally asked him to stop, it was pissing me off so much (something Kurt can’t resist, really).  He and Sweetie were doing their own private work, so I figured he was there for Sweetie alone, and it made sense to me at the time.

And then one night, he stepped forward as my teacher during meditation.  In this state of meditation, I had set all of my personality, my expectations of myself and others aside.  I saw the angelic Kurt again.  I saw a gentle guy who loved people.  Who wanted to help.  Whose intentions were good and earnest.  And these meditative journeys into my soul’s past are changing my perspective on everything.  This is the most transformative period in my life.  So far.

With Kurt’s birthday present to me, I’ve become a Nirvana fan.  I’ll listen to the four albums we have back to back.  I find it relaxing, which is so odd, considering the intensity of the sound and lyrics. 

The only song Kurt discourages me from listening to is “Rape Me”, from the In Utero album.  Whenever it comes along in the playlist I’ll hear, “Skip this shit.  You don’t need it.”  Sometimes the track will skip on its own.  Thing is, I like that song now.  Yesterday, while driving to work, I got stubborn.  “I WANT to listen to it, damn it!”  In the first verse of the song, the adapter to the speaker fell out of the charger.  The music stopped.  “Don’t make me break your ipod.”    Big sigh.  “FINE.”  And I skipped the track again. 

That was actually a really impressive move, looking back on it.  It’s not easy to move things like that. 

Since we started our meditation together, Kurt has often called me “Babe” or sometimes “Angel” – just as he’s addressed Sweetie.  I started doing Kurt research and found out what a big feminist he was during his last life.  Kurt’s shown me a lot in my own soul’s history around rape-specific violence.   Last night, from the perspective of a man… understanding how this man (me in a past life) got to a point where he could see women only through eyes of possession and hate.  You have to see yourself with hate first.  This sort of violence turns back on the perpetrator, and it ripples ever outward.  Violence has saturated our culture.

This sort of learning is a very intimate experience, and I feel this super-close friendship-type relationship build between us.  He likes to call me “little sister” sometimes, in a way that feels like irony.  Whenever I’ve asked to see if there’s a past life connection between Kurt & I, I always see him as a young boy, and I hear “little brother” – so it’s like the younger brother calling his big sister “little sister” because here he is, taking care of me where once, I looked after him.

I remember a Courtney Love quote, on how needy Kurt could be:  That guy can’t catch a cab by himself! 

John too has talked about how high maintenance he could be in relationships.  When Yoko kicked him out, he said she was right to do so.

When we tapped into John and later with Kurt, both spirits powerfully communicated the emotions they experienced in their life, and deep empathy for those they left behind after death.  The emotion around John’s death was so strongly one of injustice, of a sense of wrong, I thought that perhaps John had died when he wasn’t meant to go.  Now I understand this as John sharing his overwhelming empathetic experience with the emotion created in response to his death.  He expressed terrible, torturous sadness at being separated, no ripped, from his family.

Kurt has also shared with touching intensity, the feelings of a young boy’s abandonment by his family, how he made a choice to strike out on his own (couch surfing, living the friends’ families) rather than submit to the foster system.  Being “in the system” terrified him.  “If my family, people who were supposed to love me, could treat me like that, what would strangers do to me?”  He also said, with heartbroken vulnerability, “Mothers are supposed to look after their kids.”

So why were our first conversations with Kurt & John so fraught with flawed human emotion?  Aren’t they spirits now?  Should they be above this, or over it?  (Huh, heaven is “above” – I wonder if that’s where this expression originated?)  Yet it seemed, in those moments of communication, that the pain was still real and present.

I asked Kurt about this the other day.  He says, “Well when you relate to us as tragic heros, that’s what we become to you.  When I relate to you as Kurt the kid, all that experience is still there for me to draw on, like, you just tap into it with the conversation.  It’s the best way to communicate, sometimes.”

I understood that it’s not like Kurt or John are *still* hurting right now.  They have this as part of their soul’s experience.  We all have past hurts we can tap into.  I was reminded that John & Kurt have also been many other people.  When I talk to Kurt, Kurt is there.  When I talk to John as John, there he is.  Occasionally, he’ll show up as figures from his other lives as well – and when this happens, I sometimes forget that there’s any connection between the two characters at all.

It reminds me of my Sea Urchin Lesson, which I’ve been returning to almost daily:

How fragmented our perspective, how fractal-like our bodies and our soul-journeys can be.  How easily a new consciousness breaks away from a single mind.  How joyous the return to the whole.

When you look at a sea urchin, what do you see?  A soulless plant?  A single animal?  A collection of many, linked Borg-like minds?  A soul collective? 

When you look at John Lennon, who do you see?

A song from George, to “The Children”

This came through me in about 15 minutes this morning.  Incredible.  George has taught me the chords for this song, so, I’ll practice playing it tonight and hopefully post it on you-tube so you can hear it.  For now, the lyrics really stand on their own:

Life’s a Ukulele

Sometimes when I’m feelin’ down, and life is seemin’ crazy

My mind is gettin’ hazy, my body’s gettin’ lazy

There’s something I remember – a secret so amazing

Life’s a Ukulele!  Oh Life’s a ukulele!

Life’s a four-string harmony, So pretty in simplicity

An unassuming symphony, Resplendent, synchronicity

I play the ukee for myself, And then I play for others

Fathers and the mothers, Sisters and the brothers

Oh Life’s a four-string harmony – A life-long university

A garden of diversity, A mystery of certainties

And so this simple song I play To soothe my restless noggin’

And so to you I play this tune, And hope you’ll be applaudin’

Oh yes Life’s a Ukulele!

A tune you’re always playing

A rhyme you’re always sharing

A song that’s never-ending.

Einstein Friday


Albert Einstein has been a hero of mine since I was a kid, along with Leonardo da Vinci.  (Something in my brain just told me they’re the same person – I will have to ask Sweetie if I’d mentioned whether or not Albert was actually Leonardo, reincarnated… I don’t recall right now.)

Anyway, Albie, as he likes to be affectionately called, was one of our guests at Christmas.  I’m a bit of a math / physics nerd myself, so having a conversation with Albie is always great fun. 

The first thing I asked him was, “Are we ever going to get this string theory thing figured out?”

Well yes, indeed!  But!  (I use a lot of exclamation points when writing as Albie, because he’s so enthusiastic.)  The problem with our system is, we don’t have all the numbers.  We must discover more numbers, and we must discover the formulas to describe a fourth dimension and as it acts upon the reality we experience when incarnated.

Albie, what do you mean, more numbers?

He showed me a line of numbers:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Then he showed his hands reaching in between and under the space these whole numbers describe.  Immediately I went to decimals/fractions and got slapped down.  No!  We’re not talking about pieces of these whole numbers here.  We’re talking about the spaces between these numbers which is not currently described in our numerical system. 

This is because our numbers resulted from us lining up objects – say, apples.  1,2,3 apples in a row.  Now, you cut up an apple.  You don’t have 1,2,3,4, you have ½, ½, 2, 3  That’s the limitation of our current form of expression. 

He then shows me ice on the surface of a pond.  You see one thing.  1.  Ice.  That’s a whole number.

Then he says, “You must see more, the patterns that repeat between the numbers,” and he shows me something I’m quite familiar with – fractals.

Fractals are repeating patterns in nature – the universe is full of them.  Physicists can spend their entire careers investigating and testing fractal formulas.  Thousands of experiments have borne out that fractal patterning has something, a key something, to do with how life perpetuates itself.  It’s like searching for the key to power the perpetual motion machine.

So we’re on the right track here.


Albie says, “You must look closer,” and we zoom in upon the ice to see the crystal patterning that makes up the substance of the structure.  The pattern is feathering, curling, spiraling, building upon itself infinitely.  (This is not real ice made of finite molecules he’s showing me, but as we look closer and closer, we find this pattern of creation repeats.)

“The problem with your numbers is, we don’t have enough of them to describe this pattern.  Our numbers can only look at the surface, our three-dimensional formulas can not describe the repetition of the pattern in great enough detail that it will make sense to our brains.

“So what we need is more numbers?”

“Yes.  Our number system is base 10.  (The numbers start repeating after 9) – what we need is a base 1,000.  This means we have completely new, single-digit figures to describe 10-999, before we start with double-digits.  We must change our thinking.

“Are we working on this?”

“Oh yes, I am working quite closely with physicists,” and he shows me himself whispering in their ears, waking them up from a dead sleep with ideas.  “The ones in California are doing quite well, but the ones in Switzerland are doing better.  They have a computer and they are working on the numerical system with base 100.  Once the computers are able to describe the patterns, the human mind will begin to intuitively understand it.  We have to *imagine* it is possible, and then we will understand.”

This reminds me of the Einstein quote on the poster of Albie I had in my bedroom as a teenager:  “Imagination is more important than knowledge.”

And the second, “Peace cannot be kept by force; it may only be achieved through understanding.”

Hmmm.  I know someone else who likes to talk about imagination, peace and understanding. 

“One more important thing you are missing:  a fourth dimension.”  Albie explained this to me by showing me a two dimensional line graph we commonly use in school, then adding the third line which symbolizes the third dimension.  This is still familiar to many of us who enjoy formulas used to describe a vector in space.

But then, Albie adds another line, right at the centre, which seems to turn the whole graph inside out. 

“This is the fourth dimension.  There are more dimensions, but you need to have at least four dimensions and base 1000 integers to be able to comprehend the fractal creation pattern you’re attempting to describe with string/M theory.”

Then Albie goes on, and this is my favourite part:

“Don’t worry, soon (how soon?) we will be teaching this formula to children.  For a few decades, this concept will be considered to be something only the highest minds in physics can wrap around, but then, we will begin teaching this to children, and you know what we will discover?

Children have an intuitive understanding of the concept of the infinite.  Children will learn in a day what grown men struggle to understand for years.  And you know who will be especially adept at the new math?  Young girls.

Really, Albie? 

(I gotta say, I felt personally vindicated by this.  I actually had a teacher tell me I shouldn’t try to keep up with my male friends in quantum mechanics, because they were “unusually intelligent” – the implied statement being that I was not as smart as my friends.  This pissed me off so much that I dropped the class; but the thing was, I *knew* I understood the nature of the physics he was trying to teach, and I was asking him questions he didn’t know how to answer.  I knew that the theories he was teaching as fact were fundamentally incorrect, and in fact, a few of these theories have been disproven in the past ten years.)

“Young girls,” Albie continued, “Have a unique advantage of having especially keen minds between the ages of 10 and 14.  This is the best time for them to learn physics theory.  This is because the brain is still agile, and yet not distracted by the body in the way young boys are.  Hormones that kick in for young boys affect and distract the mind much more than young girls in this time of their lives.  Girls will be the future of physics one day.”

 “This is why at this age, so many young girls feel they are not good at math – this is because they intuitively sense the flawed nature of the system we try to teach.  Their minds rebel against it, refuse to incorporate contradictory information.” 

Albie flashed to a shot of me at 16, bent over my calculus books.  I had a terrific struggle with calculus and was in fact failing the class for the first two months.  But, I had an excellent teacher who inspired me to work hard, and I used to go to the library for two hours every day and write out the formulas over and over.

One day, something in my brain clicked, and I intuitively understood all the concepts at once.  From that day forward I loved calculus, and I finished the class with 98%.  My beautiful teacher even allowed me to retake tests I’d failed earlier in the semester, so that my final grade would reflect my *current* understanding of the subject.

“This moment,” Albie showed me the day I *clicked* “is when you set aside your intuitive understanding of the fourth dimension.  When you set that aside, all the relationships make sense, and you can isolate and admire this small part of the fractal we dance with in our daily lives.”

The trouble with setting aside this intuitive understanding is that when physicists progress to the point of attempting to describe the nature of the universe and all creation, they have only at their disposal the tools which describe our limited experience of the universe during incarnation which is but a tiny portion of our existence.

“You must forget everything you learned in school.  Then the real learning may commence!”


That’s our first Albert Einstein Friday folks.  Next week, George (former Harrison) will begin his contributions.