Egypt has been running around in my head for a while. I went to Catherine for a Past Life Regression.
As I descended the stairs I began sobbing uncontrollably and instantly knew it was going to be emotionally difficult. As I opened the door and stepped into a past life, I immediately saw a sandy cream coloured corner of a stucco wall. I felt stuck and forced myself to look around the corner. I watched as men coming out of a temple had their heads chopped off. One was struck in the back as he tried to run and then had his head chopped off .Only Jacob got away, running with a book in his hands. He skirted around buildings and then buried the precious book under rocks behind a building. While the soldiers were searching for him, he then hid where ever he could. He went to an Oasis as a retreat, planning to go back and get the book and decide the best course of action. He heard a caravan approaching so Jacob then went into the desert where he died of dehydration and a Sand Storm covered his body. His body was never found. I watch as his spirit left the body and lifted into heaven. He died feeling guilt for being cowardly and running away, along with guilt for not being able to go back and share the information in the book. I will share the insights of this information in the next blog. In love and light