04/Feb/2012
Return Of The 'Lady In Red' (?)

Reading R. McKnight's book 'Soul Journeys' and her described trip to the Akashic Hall Of Records to see her soul scrolls inspired me to try out my astral past life viewing method again. As I had seen "Lady In Red" (LiR) in a mirror two times already I demanded to see her again (in a mirror) and possibly speak to her, get essential data facts (name, date of birth, country/city) or experience sth out of her life directly.

I use a new affirmation that s.o. used in the Astral Pulse forum, "I am astral projecting now", and am nearly laughing as I say this (my "happiness method" I almost forgot about). I then get partial vibes, starting at the arms, then the body and roll out of bed. I am in another room of my childhood house (I should consider the whole house as a portal now, actually). First I have problems as magnetic forces are pulling me back but I can wiggle myself free.

I fly through the window and land down again (as last time) on the sunny garden, which is nice. Remembering my goal, I demand a mirror to manifest. But it does not work. A swarm of white butterflies comes flying in my direction instead.

Now it gets funny again: I turn around and look at the direction of our neighbour's house. From that upper floor's balcony downwards comes down with some 'astral machine noise' - attached to an automatic hydraulic swivelarm - a huge mirror to the ground and comes to rest on our terrace. It has a rectangular form and reminds me of a traffic mirror, just much bigger.



I approach it with the firm expectation to see Lady In Red now. I see a relatively beautiful girl in her 20ies (early to mid), but this time not in a red gown in 18th century or even medieval style, as I had seen LiR before. This girl is clothed in nowadays casual attire. She wears a blue jacket (better: a lady suit coat, but still casual wear) and a loose brown leisure shirt, possibly jeans. Her hair is arranged quite individually: combed back but still I see a lof of it (thick strands) on the sides, too. She looks neat and pretty, a type of girl I could imagine asking out for a date indeed.

I take a closer look trying this time to imprint the looks of her face on my memory. She seems to be sun-tanned but is caucasian. She stands there (smiling slightly) and changing postures a little all the time. She acts as if she knows that she is being looked at and is 'posing' - but not too seriously, taking it with some kind of humour, like she is playfully pretending to be a pro model in a shooting? Although she does not behave like a 'real' model or so, it seems like she kows she is there to be looked at and her air conveys an expression of 'ok, so come and take your picture(s)', although she seems not to be 100% convenient with or accustomed to it, either.

As she is not my my mirror reflection and has her own personality this time (so the mirror is more like a screen now) I ask her what's her name. I do not get an answer, maybe she did not hear me, no reaction as to my request. I fail to get a conversation running. Moreover, I seem to be fading and it gets dream-like again. Before I fade, I see the mirrror compartmentalize, being split up into several panes, I also see children then in one of them.They seem to look at and recognise me though.


Comments / Afterthoughts

"Come on!! Higher Self, next time let me talk to her! I need data!!! Grrrr... "