Frederick of Denmark, the prince-bishop

I think found out another past life identity of mine. The interesting story goes here:

So I've been working on a final year project in our Spiritualist association's mediuism course. I of course chose past lives as my subject (my passion). I felt uneasy about the project even though giving past life readings and spirit world's guidance connected to them is something I've been doing for a couple of years for people. I thought that making the project was kind of all for nothing, because I wasn't sure if people would be you know-- interested in reading the whole story and all the readings I did for it, even if we found some kind of proof for each case. In the end I found my motivation to write the whole thing and collect the past life pieces from people by making them the readings. Finally, I had to make a choice if I would've wanted to make a reading for myself as well, because I did those readings for the whole class, even teachers.

I've read my past lives a few times for myself earlier, but I never expected so much anxiety to surface so soon after making the reading with this one. I saw myself as a man in red robes in the 16th century, visiting Estonia. I got confused, because the clothes reminded me strongly of those of a bishop. I didn’t feel this past life identity was particularly religious, like I would’ve presumed a bishop would’ve been. I was also very rich, so I could do some things as I pleased. I had a pet tortoise. I thought it looked silly while eating. I imagined how people would look like if they ate the same way. One of those things was that I hired a woman to come into my tent every day during my visit and I would examine her naked body without touching her. I was a scientific mind with a philosophical side. I had a theory, that the person's true essence and soul lived in the hard parts under our skin. In the reading I felt it was kind of twisted, even if it wasn't really sexual. But the woman didn't know it wasn't sexual, she felt harassed and her social status was threatened. I could feel also the woman's emotions there and I just felt so ashamed of my doings in that past life. I have a guess that this shame was created in my LBL-state after this life experience. Because of certain hurt in the intimacy I decided I wouldn't publish this past life story at all at first.

Later I tried to make myself another reading. I thought "one more time"-- if it wouldn't work out, I would just drop the whole idea. Oh well. I was very tired when I started doing the reading and I felt unsure if I should make it in such state at all. But then I could feel in a glimpse my body become energized. An unknown male spirit had walked into my aura. I gave it a go. The first impressions were symbolic which for me meant I was connecting with a spirit, that spirit.

I was was compared to "the Little Prince" very clearly and I had a strong image of a Medieval sword. Then I had an image of how I looked. I had dark blond color and polka cut in my hair and a moustache. So my first reaction was: "Is this my ego talking?" I tried my best, but I was given only royal images and impressions in my mind. That’s when I got frustrated. It was a good choice to take the pendulum in use, so the spirit could tell me clear answers 'yes' and 'no' to what I was asking. I checked from the spirit if I had had my facts right. I was told with the mixture of visions and the answers of the pendulum that I was a Danish prince, born in the beginning of the 16th century. Soon I understood that I was actually not making another reading for myself, but I was reading the very same past life I had been reading a few days earlier with the rich man in red robes. I asked if my name started with an E as I'm very fond of such names and I've had those recur in many lives. The answer was no.

The next sceneries shown from that life was my past self as a young teenage boy. I was not allowed to do many things. I had a small room with a double bed. It was dim-lit. I was given the expression the room felt like a prison and the size of it was making me anxious all the time. I had more energy than I was allowed to use, so I made stupid things and became aggressive-- like animals put in too small cages. I eavesdropped many times the adults in the castle(?), overheard political conversations, but of course I didn't understand everything about them. I was shown that I got one or more times caught in action, so I was punished by a male person into my teenage years. I believe the punishment happened with some sort of small whip. The damaging part of the whole situation was that my pants were partially removed and all this happened in a very sensitive age. I felt that because of experiences like this I became a sexually repressed asexual. I also believe this lead me to be very interested in anatomy.

I also had other impressions of things I had experienced. I saw a wooden box that I opened even if I shouldn't have. I'm not sure if I quite understood it correct, but I found name shields without any names engraved that were meant for some royal graves that had no bodies yet and finding them was a bad thing for some reason. Also there was a glimpse of a man with a certain type of historical hat (don’t know what to call it, but sewn from many pieces and doesn’t have a brim really) and that he had a female I knew somehow killed because she crossed him. I knew he wasn’t my father, more like an uncle and that he was very powerful.

I asked if I had killed anyone. The spirit declined to answer for the time being. I asked if my sister from this life was a sister of mine in that past life and the answer was yes. I asked if my father was a family member in that past life and the spirit declined to answer for the time being. I asked if I had died from murder. The answer was no. I asked if it was sickness that took me and the answer was yes.

At this point I didn’t feel as anxious anymore as in the beginning of weather I had only been listening to my ego with the reading. The spirit’s presence was very strong and firm and this spirit helped me not to quit the whole session before I was finished with it (I was allowed to do so though, we always have freedom to choose in the spirit perspective who come from the light). I knew it was important to gain enough information before I would google if any knowledge I had in my possession was true. So I give here once more a little thank you for the spirit who acted as my teacher through this reading. He acted very kindly and patient with me. Last I asked from the spirit if it would be ok to start already googling. It was ok.

Soon I found out that indeed there existed a monarchy in Denmark at that certain time period. I scrolled through the list of portraits of kings that ruled in Denmark around the first decades of the 16th century. A few of them looked familiar to me, but one portrait called to me and I already felt like I had known him in some way. It was Frederick the I. After that I found that only his youngest son was called primarily a prince in the article and actually a prince-bishop (the others were called dukes as that seemed to be the equivalent for the prince in Denmark at that time) ! More precisely this prince-bishop’s name was Frederick of Denmark. I never knew such position even existed. Suddenly even the tent’s colors in the first part of the reading did make sense as white and red were the colors of the Danish flag. I googled if bishops at that point in history used red robes in Denmark and it is true that they did. There doesn’t exist a picture or a portrait of my past self, nor there exists much specific information about his life. However, the Danish Wikipedia article seems to state (I almost missed this) that Frederick of Denmark was “half a scholar” when put to the position as a bishop because of a political situation. Also remember I said I didn’t feel the most devoted person for religion in those bishop robes? I found another small phrase that states Frederick of Denmark didn’t have canonical qualification to be a bishop. I somehow feel confident about this past life, for me the experience was true. The puzzle pieces click with each other somehow.

The only thing that confuses me is the one I saw a powerful man with that certain type of hat without a clear brim. I found out that at that exact time period in Denmark, such hat was used by a half brother of prince-bishop Frederick of Denmark. But I felt that the man with the hat had been an uncle. For me it was if there was some sort of conspiracies going on connected to him. Well, it seems that according to Wikipedia, Frederick’s father Frederick I was _uncle_ to Christian II (this would make him my past self’s cousin) who indeed was alive at the same time when I was a teenager and he was known to try to clear out the Swedish throne by slaughter and was very insistent about having his upbringing to take the throne, even if they weren’t next in line. Interesting stuff! In the first part of the reading the spirit’s message to me was that this past life had many important lessons in the same package. This means I am willing to do more work to sort out which kind of lessons I still have unfinished from back then. I recognized many traits from myself from this life, especially those I had as a teenager. I’m still dealing with the emotional burden package that surfaced, when I started reading this past life. It consists mostly of shame, anxiety and guilt.

I found interesting, how easy it was to communicate with that male spirit who came to guide me. I asked if he had lived in the same culture around the same time period and the answer was yes. This is a pattern I’ve noticed with spirits that come present when doing a past life reading. If they haven’t incarnated with us back then, they have experienced the same time and place in some way.

It seems that however royal I probably was, this wasn’t a very positive past life saying from the glimpses and emotions that I went through during the reading. Not much to be proud of.

Recently, I've been liveroleplaying a young prince called Lukas Opferstock (of German origin I think). Being the youngest in the family was an imporant thing for the character. The family name of Frederick of Denmark was Oldenburg. No co-incidence for me. I haven't played any royal characters before and there is next to come this fall. This character is also the little brother, and his position is very very similar to the one of a prince's. Also he is a leader of the spies. Same themes, don't you think?

At this point I'm not sure if I remembered to tell every detail I found somehow meaningful, but oh well. (Btw, don’t confuse Frederick of Denmark and Frederick I to each other. Frederick I was the king and Frederick of Denmark the prince-bishop I suspect I was in a past life.) 

Frederick of Denmark

The Grounding School

I have still a Ned Kelly (and Ellen Kelly) themed past life dream waiting in line to be published, but especially ever since the events that I unfolded in my last blog post, my concentration has been strongly guided elsewhere.

The theme in my life right now is grounding. I came very ill a couple of days ago. Now my other symptoms are pretty much gone, but my voice is completely lost, I'm basically mute. I haven't had such thing in my life. I pondered and researched the reasons for all of this actively-- grounding did come to my mind too, but only after I let go of trying, silenced my mind and slowed down my pace of living, my spirit guide was willing to tell me what this muteness was serving.

Before exposing the basic reason, they told me to just let myself be sick and not change the situation drastically. Anyway I did ask for help for my somewhat grave breathing problems I woke up to this morning and they actually instantly enlarged my airways as I felt I had been almost suffocating. They've given me a lot of help with taming the other symptoms as well, but the muteness remains. Basically, what they did, was that they stopped me and then didn't "let" me speed up my pace to what it's been for so many years. This gives so much more space for me to silence myself and do the grounding I so much needed.

I don't only feel, I know for a fact, that the vision of my Native American past life activated this phase in my life. I could never imagine that I would be able to inquire these steps of wisdom at this stage on my spiritual path. The serious part in my grounding school has started.

If you read my last blog post, you will understand a piece of the importance of the wisdom about grounding oneself and the connection to our Mother Earth. I always overlooked the whole idea of what grounding truly means. If you're doing it also-- consciously or not -- I assure you, I will some day teach this for people around me. I'm in hopes I'll find a spot to write about it here in my blog too, more in depth.

This is a past life themed blog primarily, but as you notice (if you read the last post), all of this just yielded from a spontaneous past life vision. Such can be the power of spiritual living in past lives. It is in my soul mission to relearn all of this. All types of past life experiences can rush all the way from our unconsciousness to our conscious mind, providing amazing wisdom and resources of an extensive variety to provide help on our spiritual path (and of others').

The son of fathers

This Friday night I was at a point of complete frustration about getting rusty in my mediumship abilities. I knew I was the one causing the block primarily. I had achieved to convey messages that morning as I was supposed to, but I had to use oracle cards to achieve a working connection with the spirits. It took a serious effort from me. So around midnight I grabbed the oracle cards once more, asking from the spirits what was going on with my abilities blocking/what could help me out getting them to work with me again.

To my surprise the spirits raised my educational issues as the main topic. I haven't yet been able to myself a job that would suit my emotional resources and what I'm good at. Also for my astonishment, they suggested that I had daddy issues from a past life that was affecting all of this and that I had been both too careful and incautious about something. Also my addictions for unhealthy relationships were still affecting me... The last thing of these was not being anything new.

I proceeded with my reading. The spirit world suggested small steps to regain the spirit world's trust in both directions: Mine and their's. They recommended for me to take the present situation as a learning experience. Another thing they said was to come in terms with my male and female sides of personality and my past life experiences.

It was so comforting to hear these words from the spirit world. There were some things I had been aware of previously, such as taking my held back spirit connection as a learning experience, to look it through somehow and that my mother issues were connected strongly with the addictions-card blocking some of my spiritual gifts.

I've never considered myself having any grand daddy issues in this life, so I first excluded completely the possibility of my current father's connections to it (oh boy I was mildly wrong there). It bugged me I couldn't get the hang of what the spirits were trying to say, so I grabbed my Spiral Tarot cards and took a glance at that specific past life's story and what had happened around the them of fathers or father figures.

Even if I found myself once again somehow grateful and taken that the spirits had not abandoned my longing to know everything about my life as Ned, but I was also disappointed. It meant I had to battle more with my ego... It was a flagrant fact the cards were telling the story of my past life in Australia. I hadn't expected anything special, but now that I was staring my cards wishing they had told another story.

But the message was loud and clear. I wasn't able to lie to myself either. I could understand my feelings (probably the spirits did as well) as I had been battling with my ego every now and then when it comes to my past life as Ned.

Suddenly I was surrounded with dim past life energy that the tarot cards had brought to surface. It wasn't new to me, that's something I've faced before when handling my Ned-energies. With the help of the spirits I now realized that indeed, I had been having past life daddy issues. For the sake of clearing any uncertainty, my head already buzzing with the new information, I asked what oracle card suggesting about looking into things too incautiously and both too carefully could mean. Once again there appeared two cards about Australia: Me concentrating too much about the egoistic hero side of that life and the many ways of struggling with mother issues. This was both a relief and a heart breaking moment for me to realize. It was also true I hadn't been looking enough into this past life, because of too much cautiousness. I felt like an idiot but at the same time I was truly grateful for the spirit world for their bold action in taking me closer to answers and a content life.

The cards I described told the story of Ned's father John 'Red' Kelly turning his back and leaving both symbolically and literally. It affected psychologically speaking who Ned, my past self became. In that past life I soon understood that filling my father's place and trade wasn't an easy job at all. One of the cards clearly reflected a time of hardships with taking care of the household both economically and in practice in a way on my own. Then of course I ended up in jail at one point.

I had grown an able bodied man and I considered myself a survivor in that rough life and therefore I thought I deserved and owned complete and absolute respect from society. If anyone was to violate the rights I had qualified for myself and my family, he was doomed, because I would do or say something about it. Damn right I would. I had redefined the laws considering my own property rights, some of them being of course more than understandable in the end. It would be a bad thing to mingle in any of our family affairs. I very deeply felt like I owned my life, our living, our family. It had been tough work and a tough past to get by for our whole family. I had finally taken the place of my that life's father and earned respectfully our position, considering the given difficult circumstances. (Even so I wouldn't be surprised if we committed small thefts when younger with my brothers before all the mess with constable Fitzpatrick and the Victorian police.)

The second last card aligned with the history  described the fights and battles with other people such as the police. I took that card as the spirit world's reassurance I was reading the right past life energies, so to speak. Even more assured I became just now because while finishing the sentence right before this one there occurred a spirit beep I clearhearingly get at times (I could describe it similar to tinnitus, but actually nothing like it).

The last card was puzzling. It presented a man and a woman a married couple and a symbol including both yin and yang the opposite life forces, the power of dualism. In this day I'm not totally certain the only thing the spirits were conveying with that Two of Cups was balance of gender energy. That's the easiest thing I could link with as the male-female oracle card was also represented in the spirit world's suggestion to correct the problem.

At this point the revelations weren't done. I was now able to track down in my quick mind flow my daddy issues in this life. My mother and father divorced, when I was young in this life, so being the oldest of the siblings I took a little more responsibility at a young age, although it had came to me naturally according to some stories I've heard from my relatives. When I was only a child, I had a lot of ambitious goals, but when the time came to make choices, I chose same or similar education as my father had. Even in my not so late education goals was to become a teacher like my father. It was not until NOW I realized I had been copying my father's foot steps unconsciously. I realized I was trying to make him proud as my mother's ways or my mother herself weren't nearly as honorable in my eyes. She was no way a role model that I would take willingly as a part of my living. No wonder my male past life tendencies have been surfacing so easily in this life, not having a father around too much and my main mother figures lacking the ability to live and love by respecting any personal limits and freedom...

I now understand that a lot of hate, pride and toughness from the experience of lack of freedom defined my certain pieces of personality traits even before the incidents with the Victorian police. The spirits wanted to tell me I had my very free choice in this life to choose a trade and a life path that was perhaps nothing like my father's in this life and that it is was my preplanned soul mission in this life to do what I want, what suits me, what doesn't make me recreate my past life 'mistakes'. Can you imagine that the unconscious par of our mind keeps repeating those parts of our past life personalities that we don't seem to need? I still know very profoundly that I had to go through this all, even in this life to understand deeply where I've come from, who I am and where I should be going next.

The incarnation of Ned Kelly, part 1

This is the story of me identifying as the reincarnation of Edward "Ned" Kelly, a bushranger born in Australia. As always, one must make sure isn't making things up about 'national hero' incarnations and it's been quite a ride proving myself I'm not misleading myself, I tell you. On the other hand, even people who were famous or became famous after death have always been human-- nothing less or nothing more, that's something I really want people to remember in our glamour-loving society... I would actually love not having to explain this whole "fame is an illusion thing, yadayada", I wish it was an evident fact.

First, if you want to learn more on the historical background, check this out: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ned_Kelly

I'm dreaming about writing a book on past lives inspired by these experiences. I've learned a lot and I know in my heart there will be more. I'm still waiting for the day I'm brave enough to ask from my friends and family members if it's okay to publish their photos and the meaningful things on their backgrounds to help telling my story which also is their story on the other hand (I have no idea what they could think about this reincarnation story). From my point of view they're an important part of telling the story as they kind of complete the whole puzzle, that's how I feel about the information. I know I can't tell here about their lives (unless having a permission). I've told about this to pretty much all my close friends as they are by coincidence open-minded people and who more or less (--more) accept the existence of what people usually call paranormal. But telling this to my other very much significant relatives? Help.

About thirteen months ago I was researching my past life situated around the 50's as an English woman (I was born maybe in 30's or 40's). I yearned to learn more about that life as it has affected me a lot, I think, but not as much as I think my other future discovery would. Around those times I didn't meditate too much, but I spontaneously thought of giving it a try, finding out more about that past life in England. I very quickly was given in the meditation a year '1856' and two foreign words 'Jacques depot'. I wrote them down on a piece of paper after realizing I didn't understand, how these two things were related to anything I had been searching for.

In two weeks after this, there occurred a dream. I was in a toy store, trying to find some toy bullets for my toy gun. I got slightly disappointed finding out there are no toy bullets that could fit my gun (all of this could happen to me in real life as I have hobbies that include also fake weapons, that I sometimes buy from toy stores). Suddenly I recalled I own an unopened package that included a gun and bullets (that were really big to be toy bullets). The bullets were fake, but I soon found myself fascinated by all those bits that really showed the gun was an old one and actually real (although it took some time for me to figure that out). I turned right there were I was standing 180 degrees and the package with the gun and bullets somehow appears in front of me. It opens by itself, only from my thought of opening it. The package and the gun leak dry dirt from every little hole and corner. Soon the toy package of the revolver gun disappears and I find myself holding this revolver while it's still leaking the dirt as if it had been buried somewhere (for a long time). The same instance I notice my hands and left arm were dirty from that soil. The rest of the dream goes as follows: I find my way to the cashier and I argue with a man about something. He thinks I've been doing something criminal in this store and the whole situation feels embarrassing while AT THE SAME TIME I find myself in a bank in the 1800's in a similar situation, doing a robbery and there is a man in a black suit, old modeled eye-glasses and dark fine mustache. Before this experience I never knew that dreaming in two layers happening at the same time was even possible. I wake up.

I felt instantly that my dream was affected by spirit. I don't understand at all what I had been going through. At that point I thought that perhaps a spirit was trying to connect with me and telling his story. So I once again tried meditating as I rarely did at that time. I was given words: "Murder never expires" and right after that saw a man like from a cowboy film. What I got was that he was most possibly a criminal, that was the basic feel to it all. He had a dark beard and a light colored hat that created a shadow on his face that prevented me from seeing his features. The surroundings looked so hot and dry that it made me think of Mexico or another place in South America. There was also something about his weakly visible facial features that made me think again about Mexico. That moment I was somewhat scared and confused, because of the apparent murder theme. I thought all the possibilities through, but I didn't get the hang of it. So I decided that I'll just leave the dream be and that if it's important, it will come to me later in life.

Only a few days later the same week I go to meet my old high school friends. We watch a movie together and after it do something we wouldn't usually do: Leave the tv channel open while we talk about girl stuff and politics. The channel represents multiple documentaries in a row that are situated in Australia. One of them tells the story of the bushranger Ned Kelly. My thoughts at that point were these: "Ahh, I remember this man as a topic from high school. We had a chapter in our English books about him and that time I wrote that text about him in my personal blog symbolizing my life in a way." That was true, it had been about four years or more since I had last thought about this man and his history which was also my first one. We kept talking and me watching the documentary here and there. I noted that one of the guns shown actually looked very much like the revolver in my dream. I didn't feel any different.

When I go home, I have the urge to find out what "1856 Jacques depot" meant in my meditation state from two weeks earlier. I once again try to research the meaning from the internet. I go to Wikipedia, just as I had probably done two weeks ago and scroll through things that had happened in 1856. '1856' bushranger Ned Kelly's possible year of birth it said (usually they think it's more probable it's 1854 or 1855). I open the article and after a few seconds I find my self shaking and shivering, my muscles stiffened. I just KNEW I was him. I had stared at the picture of his armor in a museum and I could feel my mind being sucked into the picture or something hitting my consciousness slightly physically (I feel this mental suction when I do past life readings for other people live)... All I remember from that night is more shaking, muscles stiffening and thoughts of "oh my god, I killed people" and washing the dishes in a state that could resemble a shock.

All of this was followed by a huge amount of my own skepticism, feeling of guilt and still knowing in my heart that it had to be true, somehow wanting it to be true as it would've explained many things occurring in my life. 

Soon, I rediscovered my old blog text. It was a long one, myself ranting in a very deep point of depression, desperate about my situation in life and being bullied at home and in school. I remember myself very angry and crying while writing it. In the end I had attached an old drawing of Ned wearing his famous armor in the Glenrowan incident and these words symbolizing my desperation in life as I wasn't sure how long I was able to take all those bad things anymore: "I've been my own hero for a long time. I have a self-made tinarmour and I've had various bullets in my chest, legs and arms. I'm slowly bleeding to death. I don't think I can be Ned Kelly. I think the hero is going to die."

I started to think about my life from many aspects after accepting the possibility I used to be Ned. This would explain my irrational fear of the police as I had still the feeling I could be arrested any time for my criminal actions, which of course I had done none in this life. This feeling had secretly been burdening with me since my childhood. I don't know if my family ever noticed such, but my girlfriend before all this happened did. Also, it lifted some of the burden on my experience of my gender. I've had times since my teens when I've thought myself as more male than female, but usually androgynous. As a child I was more of a tomboy anyway.

I had been also keen on the name Edward and used it for years online in different forms. 'Sir Edward', 'Eddie', '-Ed', 'PumpkiN-Ed' etc. were my nicknames, all these before a couple of years before I was ever introduced briefly to history on Ned Kelly. Could this be it, I thought? What I believe these days is that I have been called Edward in at least two lives serving my time on Earth.

There was something else too. When I was young, about eight years old, I used to held secret wrestling tournaments with the other kids on our backyard. My father had always been against violence and guns very strictly, so for me it was no question to use actually violence that would hurt badly, so especially using fists against anyone was strictly prohibited. At that time I wanted to be "Pippi Longstocking" from children's story books, the strongest girl on Earth. I by the way was usually the one who won, if not always.

When I was thirteen, I decided I wanted to start boxing, perhaps kick boxing. I really wanted my mother to buy me a sack and gloves for a long time, even that I had noticed my joints felt as if they could be actually easily damaged, even broken after a couple of hits. As my mother didn't agree with my wishes, so the aspiration to start boxing (and become good in it) was left behind and never thought about it again, after I found other hobbies. Still I used the nickname inspired by a movie I hadn't yet seen "million dollar girl" online for a while. Ned was known for bare-knuckle boxing and once even the unofficial champion of his district.

I did read a very small amount of details of Ned's life (there exists a lot of it) from that Wikipedia article and elsewhere in the internet, because I really wanted to prove myself I wasn't imagining things. One of the things I did read back then was that his famous last words have been suspected to be "Such is life". I recalled something from my childhood. I was about seven or eight years old, when my father received a call and asked me to go outside with my little sisters. I was blowing some soap bubbles when soon my father came out and sat on the steps crying in a very heartbreaking manner. He told me that my his father, my grandfather had died. My father's reaction did sadden and shock me inside, but for some reason I remained calm. I sat beside him, gave him a hug and said: "Sellaista se elämä on" meaning "Such is life". My father still reminds me of this from time to time as he thought it was more or less funny from a young girl like that.

I still doubted myself. It wasn't enough proof for me to really let myself believe all that even if I tried so.

Soon I found myself observing some of the photos of the Kelly family members. That's when I first had the feeling one of Ned's brothers Jim Kelly was someone I know very closely in this life: My father. Another picture made me think of something similar: young Kate Kelly reminded me of one of my close relatives.

That's when I held a session using pendulum to connect the names and the photos with my best friend. We intuitively chose names of my relatives and friends in this life. We had quite amazing results and I found I had erred with the identification of Kate as the pendulum after many times of asking didn't change it's answer. Ned's sister Kate is these days the person I call my mother. We found out that each of Ned's closest relatives are very much near to each other in this life living in my family and my uncle's family. I would tell some crazy and sometimes funny details of all the people I found incarnated nearby me, but I haven't asked for the permission to share their intriguing stories or pictures just yet online. And on the other hand there remains essential family members I haven't told anything about this.

When I compared the pictures side by side with my friend, we were stunned. There were similarities that I just couldn't deny as they occurred on so many of these people. I believe there must be people who would want to disagree, but personally I cannot. As it has to be accepted that our most recent race and gender do redefine many of our physical characteristics, I still find similarities between these pictures. All my family and relatives related to this past time and place are Finnish as the Kelly family was of Irish decent and who knows where the other people I was able to recognize who weren't part of the Kelly family were from. Later I've realized the reason some of my relatives in this life had lived many years in Australia and my family members visited there for other reasons is our mutual past life... I had also short thoughts of visiting this country many times earlier, but there has always been reasons that prevented me from really wanting it in the end 1) the serious heat 2) deadly animals and insects. 

Even after this, more proof came by my side. I had almost forgot about the results I had during the first meditation I mentioned. "1856 Jacques depot". At this point I had long confessed to myself that one of the least probable years of birth-- 1856, where this all started didn't alone prove myself anything. Maybe I had just mislead myself on the wrong path? I suddenly recalled something important. All along I had thought that "Jacques depot" was connected with the past life I had tried to meditate on. I had tried to find it's meaning again online, but all I found out was a café in Australia and nothing else on any other part of the globe. In AUSTRALIA. I googled the address and placed it on a map. Then I tried finding Ned's birth place. As it wasn't known I found the address of Ned's childhood home. I was perfectly struck by it again. The café was placed on the coast and the Kelly's used to live 60 kilometers straight to north from that point up.

The conclusion I've come to about this meditation is that I was given by the spirit world my past life coordinates.

Later on, I've seen two other symbolic dreams clearly related with Ned. In the latter I dug the grave open and I found his body under a white linen cloth. Bodies under white cloth have been in my dreams the symbol of people who have really died in this world. Ned's body was partially blackened from the skin. I remember myself staring his hands, "my hands". But what I couldn't do was revealing his face under the cloth. What I felt there was fear, because somehow I was afraid his face was seriously damaged to something horrible. So I covered the body and refilled the grave. When I was ready, I suddenly changed my mind. I wanted to be brave and see the face. I woke up while I started to dig the grave open again and was committed to "face" my fears.

After this dream actually, I haven't been scared of reading more history on Ned's life. After all, my intention wasn't quite to scientifically prove all the skeptics in the world I was Ned Kelly, the bloke many people in Australia wants to argue about (if this could end some stupid battles and waste of plastic and stuff on his toy figures, then it could be great though, or maybe.. I don't know... allow me to touch something 'he' owned). Was he a cold blooded selfish murderer? Well guess what, I want to know the truth as well. Even though I have my doubts, I have decided I don't want my insecurity to control me on this. I feel what I feel in my heart and I've seen all these things I just told. I haven't agreed to understand before recently that yes, Ned's life must be a significant one for me in this life as many of my childhood problems seem to have been born in Australia more than 135 years ago and these people haven't gone anywhere.

So this was my story, in a brief form, even though I know it's a long one. I'm not going to lie that after two years of (re)discovering all these things I'm still excited, scared and awaiting for this adventure of self-discovery to continue.

People I've managed to recognize ever since the incarnation came into light for me (reincarnated in close doings with me): 

Ellen Kelly (Ned's mother)
John "Red" Kelly (Ned's father)
Dan Kelly (Ned's brother and gang member)
Jim Kelly (Ned's brother)
Kate Kelly (Ned's sister)
Grace Kelly (Ned's sister)
Margaret Skillion (Ned's sister)
Anne Gunn (Ned's sister)

Joe Byrne (Ned's important friend and an gang member)
Tom Lloyd (Ned's cousin, a dear friend and an important supporter of the gang)
Aaron Sherritt (uncertain) (Ned's gang member)

Isaiah "Wild" Wright (Ned's gang's supporter and a good friend)

Constable Lonigan (Constable who Ned shot)
Constable Kennedy (Constable who Ned shot)
Constable Fitzpatrick (Constable who caused some serious trouble to the Kelly family)

Ettie Hart (uncertain) (Ned's gang member's sister)

Richard Shelton (the boy who Ned saved from drowning)

Introduction

You may find this blogger a regular person, who doesn't seem to fit well with the usual world. I'm messy, spontaneous vs. reserved, analytic and find joy in spiritual conversation and development. In high school I found myself interested in psychology and philosophy, arts and languages (except for Swedish). I wanted to be either a film director or a costume designer by trade as "being something" or "someone" seemed like the only option I had for life. I felt like I was unsuccessful in everything else that I could've considered meaningful.

Around those times my dog died and I found myself in the middle of a depression cycle which continued for a few years. I have also presumed I had been depressed even as a child without realizing my situation. These days I understand that it was because of my mother. Mental problems existed, but inside this broken family unit they were always belittled or somehow projected elsewhere, many times on myself.

Just as I described, everything escalated at school when I turned 18. Little by little I became more aware I wasn't alone in my room at nights and developed a fear of being in the dark alone late because of this. With this fear came along spiritual experiences and a reawakened interest in the supernatural a couple of years later. I got tarot cards from friends as a birthday present and started to learn about chakra systems, auras, the spirit world and even about the life outside our planet (this was due to an experience I had as a child). I yearned to know the truth about our life mysteries and I was confident it was possible to (re)discover it.

I was right about that possibility, indeed. I had been having all these theories about the structure of our existence and now was the time to see if I was anywhere nearby the truth. Realizing I wasn't the only one thinking like this and that there were actually a huge number of people across the globe and later even amongst my friends sharing an astonishingly similar world view-- I knew there absolutely had to be something true about it. I had been searching for miracles all my life and there it was. No-one had taught me the things I had speculated to be right and now out of the blue I had this amazing support system for my thoughts all around me.

It didn't take long to be told I had the gift to mediumship having a shaman spirit by my side as my spirit guide. I started to understand I had been having these spiritual experiences as a child too, but my strong forced Christian faith and the fear of being judged by the Christian god had blocked my abilities for a long time. Little by little I started to gain confidence in my gift by giving power animal readings to my friends after realizing I could see an animal "on them" when looking at a person. I kept practicing, until a couple of years ago I had crossed the point of being able to convey messages from the spirit world. It had always been important to me to be able to know for sure I wasn't creating the message on something I already knew about those people. Both mistakes and astonishing accomplishments came along the way, the mistakes becoming way rarer by time.

Three years ago I finally got my hands on the topic of reincarnation, which had fascinated me ever since I was a child. At first I falsely thought I must have been a newcomer on Earth, since I had no past life memories or experiences, besides one curious dream I had seen a couple of years earlier. Just as with the power animals, it hit me that I could actually see some people as someone else, when looking at them and sometimes gaining an impression of another historical time. I started to practice and became better on it, whilst getting busy in my everyday life.

My depression cycle helped me to start handling many things that were wrong in my life. Ever since, I've been becoming happier and happier as a human being. It took me some time to get that I actually hadn't been that happy in all of my life. I got hooked on the feeling of freedom the new form of spiritualism provided in my life and I wished other people could feel the same things as I did. My wishes to become a costume designer or a film director were long gone. All I wanted now was to improve as a person, discover new sides about everything that existed and get a taste of adventure in my daily life.

Healing our mental problems and at least accepting them became an important interest of mine. For a few years I tried to save people around me, especially the friends I now considered my real family-- only to learn later on that was no good. I earned even more emotional freedom by understanding that humans have always the right to choose for themselves to believe, to accept and to act on things. I could not bend them to my will seeing and acting on the things around them that could lighten their hearts. More often than that not following my intuition about how to handle people, I burnt my fingers. Finally it was time to move on and change the plan.

It hasn't been an easy task to understand using my inner voice is a part of my meaning in life. It would be only a few adventures away to find the perfect setting to use it AND people who could hear it and actually wanting to listen. I'm still on the same path to discovery, but it hasn't been until lately that I understood, my life purpose considering helping people is of the spiritual kind, using my wisdom and gifts with the best of my ability. I never thought making a living this way would be possible, but I'm currently searching for the bravery to see the perfect way and possibilities to serve people in the future.

My drive for sharing experiences to raise awareness has been huge, because I've been through so many life changing situations with the help of the spirit world and understanding our past lives. This blog is one venue to share most of the knowledge I've gained through these years. One of my highest wishes right now is to reach something in people. Everything is possible if we give the universe a chance to show it.

Finnish Civil War 1918, part 1

I just had a session with the spirit world by using pendulum and clairvoyance/clairknowing as my tools. I had an intention to ask about something quite serious, just a simple one-question try for my spirit guide. I did get my answer later, but first on I had someone different coming and he told that he couldn't answer the question I had suggested.

It was one of my spirit teachers. It took less than a second that he was swinging my pendulum swiftly and became clear to me that he was coming from one of my past lives and we had known each other. The connection is usually not this fluent in the beginning, but I can understand why it came to us (me and the spirit) so easily today. There's basically two reasons:

1) I just came from a mediumship demonstration (I think that's what they are called in UK, but in Finnish it's just a "meediotilaisuus", which I think describes it better). It is a more or less well known fact that attending to medium sessions, opens the receivers psychic/mediumship gifts sometimes and it isn't really a rare thing to happen. I personally didn't get a message this time, because it went to other people there (there were about 50 people attending this demonstration), but just as the medium Maila Marttinen said, all our spirit guides were strongly present there today and even without getting a message, many of our loved ones were there too, close to our auric field (actually inside it), us being mostly open to their energies. I believe I stayed open for these energies for hours, because straight after the demonstration I went out with my two friends and we talked about deep spiritual questions. This is something that actually does help keeping us open to the spirit world.

2) On my way home I found that one question-worthy reason to hold a seance/session for myself so I asked my spirit guide would be there waiting for me. I asked for protection and guidance and gave the spirit world some time to accommodate to my wishes.

So here's what I discovered about this spirit teacher who came meeting me. He used to be my little brother in my past life in Finland. I was born at some point before the turn of the century and lived to witness our war of 1918. I had five siblings: Only one of them was a girl, but she died very young. When the war came, both of our parents and both our grand parents were dead. This little brother who came to teach me was 6 years younger than me, but I wasn't the oldest son. We used to fight a lot.

To my relief, he told me that we had cleared our karma from that life long before my present life and he wouldn't incarnate as anyone around me in this life. This is actually a little rare to my experience. Those who've been pointed out in my past life readings have been usually incarnated as my family or friends in this life. Anyway, I don't think anyone should now start to believe that it was or wasn't common our family members from past lives didn't incarnate close to us again in this life. I believe all paths exist in this one.

One of the interesting things is that I had thought I was a chauffeur from my trade. It seems I was a little wrong, but also right. I have been aware for a few years, that around 20's I was in doings with cars and richer people and I was a male and a person of lower income. This came to me in a past life reading a very dear friend of mine did to me. A couple of years later I had a sudden realization that my car driving phobias had come from that specific life. I was able to understand that I had been in a car accident in that life and when it happened, I was the one behind the wheel. I thought I was older when all that happened, but now my little brother from that past life told me I had been a teenager back when it happened. He also told me no-one died, but at least one person was left (severely) handicapped.

There was something that had boggled me about that life before the 20's... I had an impression that I had been to America, when later on I started to have strong signs I had been at that time a Finn attending our war. I've been speculating if I was one of those, who moved to America. But it didn't quite fit with my experiences... If I had been to America, it would've also meant that I moved back to Finland as well. When I asked about this from my little brother, he said he wouldn't be allowed to answer my question at this point.

I've been careful with unfolding this past life and it seems that it will keep on unfolding itself at it's own pace. In the next part of this past life study, I'm going to describe the dreams I've had from this time. I haven't seen too many clear past life dreams, but these came to me easily, with less symbolism confusing the facts. This is something that makes my life of 1918 even more curious for me.

Uncaged

Suddenly I understood, that feeling uncomfortable talking over and over again about my past life experiences with my friends was a sign. I started to build up tension inside of me that made me feel really uneasy. I needed one more past life experience to understand that I felt caged and that I needed an outlet for my thoughts and feelings somewhere, where I could actually feel free to express myself as who I truly am. That's when the idea of starting a blog came into the picture. It's simple, it's easy-- it doesn't bother anyone and collects only those readers, who feel interested in it's topics.

Having a past life identity that happens to be well known in history and present is nothing but easy. Halfway it feels like a curse. It has made me go through lessons of self-worth so many times I'm not sure it will ever end. I had been handling the general phenomenon of being famous beforehand throughout the youth for other reasons, so it was perhaps planned that my past life as Ned Kelly surfaced only two to three years ago. Sometimes I wish I had known some things affecting my current life earlier, but I know that I wouldn't be what and who I am now if I hadn't experienced the hard stuff raw. 

I'm going to be totally honest with you by saying that I need your support. At the same time I'm trying to stay true to myself, learn being independent and avoid clinging to people's opinions or my tendency to try please everyone. Finally becoming sick of that side of me I found my way here. Coming out of the closet, so to speak. Or my mental cage. 

I realized that I was being an idiot wasting my life trying to please those, who happened to be around me. I haven't come out to my Facebook friends or relatives there. Everything else feels natural to update but not telling that "Hey, I've been going to these wonderful medium nights. Totally loving it" or "I cried my heart out today, because I suddenly remembered the guilt I felt in my past life". I knew that job and bosswise I never cared, what was shown online about my faith or hobbies. And if people who I thought were close to me would run away, maybe I wasn't that important to them after all. That is the very same reason I never started a blog, even though I maybe tried. Now for me, it's the time to stop trying. 

I still won't probably link this blog to my Facebook account in the future. For now, I justify this decision by knowing that the majority of my Facebook friends isn't interested in spiritual or the "supernatural" stuff. For now, it doesn't bother me. If at some point my heart tells otherwise, I will adjust my plans. But the most important change now is that I refuse to be scared that a relative or a distant friend would find this blog online and read my story. This is the place, where I'm able to share my stories in full length. Nothing should be left in secret or half shadowed, if one really wants to know what's all this "Henniina talking about spirits and past lives" is by reading through this blog. 

I admit I'm holding slight grudge by having to explain this at all. I wish being accepted with my interests and experiences would be as easy as being objected to breath so that one can live. The things I handle in this blog are similar to a part of my breathing, which means it is a great part of who I am. I have other life too, of course but I can't deny the importance of spiritual matters in my life and working and developing as a medium. 

At this point I feel also kind of excited as this blog feels like a positive step on the road of fulfilling my life purpose. But more on it later.