Story of the Soldier

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(Be prepared for a true story that came to light thanks to regression therapy.)

Greetings to all of you… My name is Louise… Hmm, maybe I am Phillipe… Actually, maybe it is Louise Phillipe… whatever! I have been dead for such a long time that I cannot remember even my name. But it is not a problem anymore, today is the day of my returning to my source… Before I return, I would like to tell you my story, more correctly, our stories… Because, you need to listen all of our stories so you can see the whole picture… Yes, let’s start…

France – at the beginning of 19th century

The brunette boy entered the door of his home. Actually, earlier his hair was blonde, all curly. However, later his hair got darker and because of the close shaves, there were no more curls. The boy was in a simple shirt and pants. His family was poor but not that much. They owned their house and also a small garden. They were living in a village after all; almost everybody was in a similar situation…but alas, if only those town folk did not exist…

Hello again… it’s me. The boy you have just seen is me. Indeed, our house was full of love. My father was a good man and my mother was a good woman. However, I remember her dimly; the dominant character in our house was my father. In his way, he was taking small jobs here and there and trying to earn bread for home. But, as it’s been said, we were poor. This was not a problem in our village but in the nearby town, there were rich people; actually their riches were small compared to the city people… however, this was not stopping them to look down on us. They despised us. Even without the words, it was easy to understand this in their glances at us. I loved my dad dearly, and he loved me dearly as well and I couldn’t endure those bastards who think they are rich looking down on him. I was mad, I was so mad at them… I was squeezing my fists while thinking that I will grow up one day and I will be so rich, so powerful that all of them will respect me and my father… Rich bastards… There might be good ones among them. But I was so mad at those rich bastards that richness had began to mean evil to me…however, I hated being poor at the same time. If we were not poor, no one could look at us in this way. But… being rich was also evil… I should have to find such a way that everyone kneels before me and I could avenge those days… Not only they would kneel, they should lick my boots, they prostrate before me. May they beg forgiveness. May they fear of me… may they fear so much of me… Ah! Ages past since and still those days are vivid in my memories… I am telling my feelings as they were so you can understand my story better… Before I go, may humanity hear my story as well… but as I said, there are stories of others which are connected to mine. So come on, let’s also have a look at them…

Balıkesir – at the beginning of the 20th century

Young officer, for the last time, looked at the woman with teary eyes who is standing before him. How many months had passed since they were married?… He had been in love with her since childhood; he knew this even while they were playing together in the streets and saying everyone that he would marry her when he was grown up; that girl would be his wife. People were smiling at cute words of this young boy, saying “let’s hope for the best.” Their fathers were best friends and joking: “So our kids will marry and we will be in-laws, eh?” This joke had turned into reality a few months ago and old pals, now in-laws, were dancing together in the wedding of their children… and the young man had joined hands with the love of his life… However, the duty was calling the young officer. Empires in Europe were readying to attack each other and the Ottoman will take place in this fight. Young officer inhaled the scent of his wife once more before he left the house which he dreamed their living together within for so many years and before he embarked the unknown campaign… Who knew when he would be back … or could he be able to come back, he was even not sure of this. As the love of his life was embracing him and crying, they were not aware that they were not only two persons… Young officer embraced his wife and his child –which he was not aware of yet- once more and set out for his designation…

Unknown time, unknown place

Young man, trembling, was looking at the bloody stone at his hand… He looked at the stone and then looked at his brother, laying down… once again, he looked at the stone… and then at the squashed head of his brother… he collapsed at his knees… what he did, why he did it, how he did it… he was not aware of none. He could not even understand what he was feeling at that moment; it was such an early beginning of the human experience that… he was only feeling confused and his stomach was churning. And also, a strange mood of relief. There were so many feelings in his body which he cannot define but he was sure of one thing: His brother, that dear son of his father, was no more… was no more… was no more. A tremble took him over. He liked this feeling. He was the only one from now on… Cain had killed Abel and Abel was no more.

İzmir – March 17, 2014, 14:30

“Let’s see what will happen, I have no idea. In the earlier work we had, whenever I am with you, I felt that some places in my body contracted and some things wanted to come out. But I am not sure what will happen now. I even cannot help but think that this time nothing may happen. Before I came here I sat down by the sea and it calmed me down a lot. But, as we were talking a few minutes ago, I felt a kind of burning, a contraction in my soul, a few times. It was not overwhelming but passed away… I don’t know what we will see…”

Hello again… it’s me, Louise Phillipe… Hah ha, I liked this name… I cannot remember if this was my real name but please accept me as such. The one who talks above is Hasan “Sonsuz” Çeliktaş. He had come to see his therapist for a regression work. Soon, they will discover his connection with me… as well as, with the officer of Balıkesir and even with Cain and Abel… Read on and see how the story develops…

“Now, relax. Get relaxed and see what you feel at which part of your body. Your body knows everything what is needed. Now let it go and see what will come out…” said the Therapist.

The man at the easy chair let go. Actually, he was not feeling anything at all at that moment. There was no throbbing in his body; he didn’t know where he needs to concentrate on. So he let himself to go with the flow. He felt that a movement of energy from his stomach started; this energy was climbing up towards his head and later it returned and went down to his body, up to the point of his toes. And later it climbed up again to his stomach and this movement started to be repeated for a few times. Only words came out from his lips: “This time, there is movement of energy in my body.” Therapist said “All right, let it flow. Your body knows everything… Tell me the first image you see” and he become silent… Before the eyes of the man, as the energy cycling at fast speed in his body, a vague image appeared… then this image became clearer. Then, it went vague again. His mind was saying “What is that?” but he nevertheless decided to follow the image… Image reappeared and became clearer… He said: “I see the dead. Everywhere is full with dead people and I am wandering among them.”

France – at the beginning of the 19th century

Louise Phillipe was proudly looking at the mirror, at his reflection in full uniform. He not only stopped at becoming an officer in the Napoleon’s army but also stood out amidst the others with his cunning, ambition and talents. He was climbed up the ladders so quickly that even Napoleon knew about him well. Louise Phillipe was too ambitious; his eyes were turned to higher places, even beyond the seat of Napoleon. If this little Corsican could do all of these, what could stop him to do more of these… However, he was aware that he is just a beginner yet…and because of this, he was trying to do his best to act as a good soldier. Alas, the thing which he is not unaware is Napoleon’s nose was keen; this small giant man could easily smell especially the ambition which is tried to keep hidden. He was seeing the talents of Louise Phillipe, as well as his ambition and his glances at Josephine… actually, what he wanted was not Josephine, as he steals glances at Josephine, he was looking at her as if she was a property of the man he seeks to replace. Napoleon knew people very well, especially the men… This young officer was dangerous at the same time… he was charismatic, his soldiers were loyal to him… they would not let him to be arrested without a reason… Even though he is Napoleon, trying to get rid of such a beloved officer would create unrest but something must be done. Indeed, he would not need to force himself to find out what it needs to be done… the young officer was so keen to prove himself…

…and I had never been in a battle before. Only, I achieved a few petty victories in several small clashes. I was so blinded by my ambition that I could not see what was coming. The only thing I desire was to be the hero of the day and to return to my village with the reputation of this victory so I could make those pompous townsfolk pay for what they had done for so many years. But let me tell you that it was not easy for me to arrive at the point I was. My father certainly didn’t want me to join the army. He resisted so much. And I did resist, too. I couldn’t be a farmer; especially I couldn’t be a merchant to work with those townsfolk. I couldn’t trade because becoming rich was equivalent of evil to me. So the only way remained which could supply me with the power I desired was joining the army. However, my father had objections to this; he was rejecting the idea of embracing the dead body of his son. The days following the Revolution, France was in unrest. Living in a village was keeping us away from the unrest but rumor is various: recently, a young general had appeared and was climbing the ladder quickly; he was saying that he is to return France to her glorious days; so as everyone else I whiffed the smell of opportunity. I wanted to join his army and I did what I wanted by closing my ears to my father’s objections… Did I just hear a voice, as I write these lines to you, saying that “If I could only..”… however, too many ages had past in between for an “if only”… an if I could heed him and stayed in the village, could you read this story, I wonder?

Gallipoli – 1915

The young officer of Balıkesir was still holding his gun as he was wiping his tears with his sleeve. The enemy was thwarted but at what cost… All young saplings, all young lions in his troop was laying dead around him, with the happiness of arriving the merit of martyrdom…

Almost all of his men were dead but he was still alive. He couldn’t be a martyr. He couldn’t be…Suddenly, he felt deeply exhausted and collapsed. Later on, people who were collecting the bodies of martyrs from the field would wake him up, as they were collecting his body, assuming he was as well… He had opened up his eyes but if only he could open his eyes in somewhere else, in the heaven, together with his men… if only he could drink the sherbet of martyrdom… but this didn’t happen… he was alive.

Poland – at the beginning of the 19th century

The young officer drew his sword, with fiery eyes and commanded attack. It was the most intense moment of the battle and troop of Louise Phillipe was at the front. In the heat of the clashes, it was impossible to understand how many died and the young officer’s intention was to break through the enemy front with a fast attack. He drew his sword and attacked with his troop. He was full of mixed feelings: pride at one hand, anger on the other hand, besides the fear and terror… but now there was no time to think about anything. He had to plow through the defense line. Napoleon had been on his Russian Campaign and the army was on the Polish land and progressing towards the inland Russia… Louise Phillipe had also volunteered to fight at the front line with his troop in the first major battle; he was so confident at himself and his men was so confident at him that he was volunteered for this campaign which could be deemed as suicidal by others, and how fortunate he was, Napoleon had not objected him at all…

Now I understand that I handed the opportunity which Napoleon was waiting for. I was a threat to him and he urgently needed to get rid of me. Because, by each passing day, my popularity in the army was growing and if I could get out alive from this campaign, I would be a new problem for him to deal with when we are back in France. He was a clever man and I personally handed him this opportunity…

(Upon Napoleon’s approval) Louise Phillipe had quickly returned to his troop and made a motivational speech which fueled the fire in the veins of his men. He was such a influent leader that any of his men could even think that how much deadly this campaign is. They totally trusted their commander and their commander assumed that he was immortal.

The feeling of deprivation within me was so deep that I was trying to cover it with a huge pride in equal size. I have never expressed these feelings outwardly. I was using their energy and I was very good at making people follow me with fiery speeches. My pride was so big that I was assuming myself immortal…

First, Louise Phillipe’s horse was shot… his soldiers were falling down dead one by one, all around him but now, after this point, there was no chance to retreat. He immediately stood up, looked around and with his sword up high, screamed: ATTACK! And the bullet hit at that second. It entered the upper left of his chest and brushed his heart. However, the young officer was collapsed and couldn’t stand up again. He was hearing some distant voices, saying as if, “commander down!”… Soon, he passed out…

Ankara – 1927

The young officer who had left his youth in the battle fields was now a member of the parliament of his homeland. He didn’t die in Gallipoli, he didn’t die in the War of Independence, either… He always wanted to be a martyr but alas, he was not blessed with it… Outside, the weather was hot and he was in his study, as usual… The love of his life had been so happy that her husband came back alive from the front; and the fruit of their love had grown up; this beautiful young girl now has two other siblings. However, the light in their father’s eyes were gone. He was like a living dead. He had shut himself inside of his own world and would not come out… His wife had tried everything but no avail… He was in deep agony and the image of his men laying dead constantly remained before hi s eyes… He was silently repeating, “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me… While you are dead, I am still alive…”

Unknown time, unknown place

Abel, surprised, was looking at his dead body. His brother was standing by his dead body and there was a bloody stone in his hand. Abel was not able to understand what was going on and what he was experiencing now… he was just laying down. He was trying to enter into it but couldn’t do it somehow. He couldn’t return to his body… He tried and tried and tried; eventually, this soul who has not recognized yet what is what, started to feel irritated… He had died but he did not yet know what dying is and he started to get increasingly irritated… In the coming millennia, this would be called “earth-bound.” This was the soul’s –who is not aware that he is dead- staying bounded to earth. However, Abel was not an ordinary soul. He was very strong and he was irritated more and more at not being able to return to his body… And this soul –who would be a symbol of goodness for humanity- was about to become a hungry ghost…

İzmir  – March 17, 2014

“I am wandering among the bodies… They are all dead… all, all of them… They are my soldiers… They trusted me, they believed in me but all of them are dead…” The man at the chair started to cry… Therapist asked: “Well, are you alive or dead?” No response came for a while…

Poland – at the beginning of the 19th century

Louise Phillipe started to awaken. There was an intense smell of gunpowder around. He opened his eyes to slits. His chest was in pain but he was alive somehow. He saw a silhouette before him, talking in a language he did not know. There was something in the hand of the silhouette and soon, he felt an intense pain in his stomach…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

“I am dead…” Therapist asked: “And are you aware of it?” “I am not…” replied the man in the chair. “Then, let’s go to the moment you died, let’s see what you are feeling…” said the therapist.

How could I feel… I thought myself immortal and here, I was dead. And in such an inglorious way. I was so mad at the soldier who bayoneted me in the stomach… I was wounded and he could take me as a prisoner. But, no! He had seen that I was alive and quickly pushed the bayonet into my abdomen. I was dead… alas, however, I just understand it now… I had been wandering among my dead soldiers for all those years… This scene was in constant repeat and I was suffering. O, what a suffering…

“They believed in me, they believed in me, they believed in me… and now, all of them are dead…” The man in the chair was full of feelings of guilt and intense pain. Therapist said, “All right, let’s go back to the moment of death.” The man was sitting in the chair, completely relaxed and in a half laying position; his head went back and exhaled deeply. “A bayonet was pushed into my belly and I died.” Therapist asked again: “What do you feel?” “I am so mad, so mad that…” Therapist said: “Let’s call that soldier, the one who bayoneted you and you do whatever you want to do to him.”

He stood up from the chair, took a stick in his hand and attacked a pillow. Of course, seen in this way, it could be seen silly but whatever they were doing, it was feeling good to me. He was screaming wildly and beating the pillow with all his might…

“I pushed my sword into his stomach, opened up his chest and belly, I mangled him… his internal organs are spilling out now…”

I started to get relaxed. I was stuck in-between for two centuries and I was just noticing this, today… What an ambition it had been… And a great pain and guilt in equal size… my soul had been burning in flames and I had not been aware of it. As he was beating the pillow I was relieved; and after all those years, it was the first time I could raise my head from the ground…

“Now, let’s invite that life, Hasan. Let’s look at into his eyes.” said the therapist.

I raised my head from the ground and I looked into the eyes of the man standing before me. Yes, he was sitting in a chair but he was standing before me and we were looking at each other… Louise Phillipe and Hasan… The same soul, experiencing different bodies…

Therapist asked: “Is this your life?” Hasan stopped and became silent. He was familiar with the notion of “attachments” from his previous sessions. When frequencies match, some souls can enter the energy fields of some bodies and the owner of the body could think that energy as his own past life. Yes, this was also a part of the parcel of the spiritual journey but it could become a burden on a man… He replied therapist: “This is my life.” He was sure of this. However, upon the question, the being before him started to change its shape… his eyes were deep red and he was assuming a dark shape. “I don’t understand, this thing turned into a very dark thing, he looks at me with hatred. It’s like mud, sticky, like a demon. Such a dark energy…” Therapist asked: “Well, look at him, what do you see?” Hasan was looking at the being before him.

A dimension with no time and no space

His anger turned into rage, and his rage turned into pain and the pain wanted to be fed. Abel was hungry, so hungry and he started to wander above earth. Humanity was multiplying and energy fields of the most were open. He started to stick on them and suck their energies. He was a good man while he was alive but he was killed in an unexpected way and couldn’t come back. Now, there were many people around to be fed on and he started to hook into each of them. As being fed, he was getting stronger. And in the world, evil and good were increasingly getting mixed into each other…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

One of Abel’s hooks got me, that is, Louise Phillipe and another one got Hasan. Other hooks were on the soldiers. We were not aware of this symbol of goodness who turned into a parasite until today but he had been feeding from us…

“This was a very dark being but now I started to see his eyes” said Hasan and added: “Actually, he has compassion in his eyes but he had forgotten himself… The life of the soldier is mine but he had been feeding through the soldier, from this soldier, from me and also from other soldiers.” Therapist said: “Tell him that you are dead now and everything remained in the past. Now you can return to your source.” Hasan repeated exact words of the therapist to this being and within the darkness before him, eyes of this being got become clearer, clearer and his face transformed into a human’s face. He pulled out his hooks, first from the body of Hasan and then from the body of Louise Phillipe. Later on, from all soldiers… And then his body turned into a human body and he started to tremble at the ground… and finally, he stood up… He looked at into the eyes of Hasan and said “Thank you.” His eyes were so deep… and then he disappeared…

Balıkesir – 1954

Today, he visited the grave of his wife, of his childhood love. It had been six years since he lost her and almost every day he was visiting her grave. His body was in flames for the years he couldn’t live with her because of his withdrawal, although he had all the opportunities… He was hardly leaving her grave. Besides the pain and guilt he felt because of not becoming a martyr, the pain of the unlived days with his childhood love was also overwhelming him. Living was getting increasingly harder to endure… He was suffering… but at the same time he was a stout soldier, a son of the motherland and he had things to do for his country… This was the only thing which makes him keep alive… Until 1965… When he was 75 years old, his heart couldn’t continue anymore and now he could join his childhood love whose grave he visited for 17 years…

İzmir – 17 Mart 2014

“That energy was Abel and he left now…” said Hasan. After the session, in the post-session talk, Therapist would explain this by saying, “We cannot know whether he was really Abel or not. This might have been an archetypal experience, as well. Archetypal or fact, what matters is this was a state existing in your memories and energy field and it was affecting your life. Because of this you needed to free from him and he needed to return to his source.”

Therapist said, “Now invite the soldier in front of you.”

The man in the chair was before me again and was looking into my eyes. Both of us are felt lighter. He stood up from the chair and now, he was physically standing before me. He said, “I want to hug him” and Therapist gave him a huge pillow. I don’t know what they did but the thing I know is he was standing before me and he suddenly opened his arms to me… I did the same to him and we hugged each other… I was waiting for this embrace for ages, I got carried away… At one moment, I heard words like “Take him in, feel that you are integrated with him..” Again, I had not understood what happened but I didn’t care anyway; the only thing I knew was I was getting more and more integrated with the body I embraced. We were within each other and had become a single body…

Astral Dimension – No-Time

Before I died, I was a soldier in Napoleon’s army. We were in Polish land and in attack. Our commander was leading us and soon we saw that his horse got shot. It has fallen down and at once, we were in confusion. But when we saw that he stood up immediately, we, with my remaining brothers-in-arms from our troop, had attacked again with renewed vigor… It was good that we had not seen him falling down again after a shot. But what good it has done to us. We had been killed, altogether and for all those years, we have been wandering around in that battlefield… But now, something different was happening which we couldn’t understand. We had been reliving the same scenes… and they had been unending… but now, something was changed… Our commander was standing before us, with all his might which was unforgettable for us and we, too, were in line before him, just like in old days…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

“Soldiers are now arranged in lines before my eyes, they all are looking at me. None of them are aware that they are dead. They are arranged as battalions and not only my troops… I cannot see the end of the battalions before me. There are uncountable soldiers and all of them are looking at me…” Therapist said: “Hasan, tell them that everything is over now, it remained in the past and they can return to the source.” “I am telling them but they resist, they do not want to go…”

Astral Dimension – No-Time

Someone at the front of the lines hollered: “Vive la France!” and now we were all shouting out “Vive la France!” with all the longing we collected inside for all those years… We were ready to fight again, to attack again as if it was the first day; an enormous vigor filled us and when I turned back and looked, I saw how crowded we were… at what time all those people were gathered here… Our commander was standing before us with his strong stance… There was a relief in his face… He looked at us with love and said: “My soldiers, now it’s over. It remained in the past and we are free now. All of you are free now. We died and now it is time to go back to our source…” We were so surprised… what was our commander saying to us… how come we died… but we were feeling so alive… No! No! No! A few people shouted “Vive la France!” … and all of us joined them…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

Therapist said: “Then, let’s invite the beings who may help them in this transition.”

Astral Dimension – No-Time

Suddenly bright shining lights appeared from the skies. We were looking at those lights in surprise. There were uncountable lights and they were coming down from the sky, towards us. Once again I looked around… The scene we were in was actually unforgettable… Soldiers in battalions, filling up hills and lowlands; and our commander standing before us… We are ready to move on at his command, as millions or maybe more souls… but he is telling us that we are dead and now everything is over… and uncountable lights are coming down from the skies towards us… I am looking at the lights in surprise and seeing that a few of them are approaching me. As they come nearer, I am noticing that they look human. Such a marvelous scenery. I am looking at my friend from Lyon and next, at the one from Lille, that jolly guy… There is a brightening in all faces… Besides the lights coming down from the skies, there are also lights appearing around us and we recognize them… Our families, the ones we left behind, our guides they are… All of them are surrounding us… I am feeling that I am letting go the weapon I was holding tight… With me, others around me are letting go their weapons… Not only we, French, are there… there are also uncountable souls who had died in wars and battles from all and every nation… They are also letting go their weapons…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

“Before me, I do not only see my troop. As if, all souls who had heard that this session is on came, as well. All of them are around me and I am in the midst of them. The circle is getting narrower, they are getting closer… but now they are ready to go, all of them…

“Let it go, let whatever needs to happen happen…”

Astral Dimension – No-Time

I stripped out of my uniform. I am only my body now, we are nothing but our bodies now… Beside of us, there are our loved ones, our guides, our friends, our pals… We are now ready to go but first, all of us are turning to face our commander for the last time and by opening our arms, we are approaching  him… for the last embrace…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

“We are all one now… They embraced me and now we became a single unit…And all of them started to disappear… Now the soldiers inside me too are ready to go…”

I am Louise Phillipe or whatever I was called back then… I had wanted to be a great man and to get back at the ones who despised my father. Actually what I wanted to have was respect, only respect… but it had not happened… I caused my own suffering, I caused him to experience the loss of his son and also, I caused the deaths of many… But now all of it is over… What remained was my experiences which would stay with the life that would be my continuance. He knows what he should not do and also, what he should do… Before I return to my source, I looked at my part as Hasan for the last time. I watched him standing upright from the chair where he was sitting stooped. I was now leaving but he would go on as the part of the same whole… Then, my body slowly started to melt, my outlines, my form and all… And now I am leaving the presence of you…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

“Now the soldier melted into the source…” Therapist asked: “How do you feel?” Hasan replied: “I feel as if there are some things that need to be completed, as if there is one more lifetime and we need to go there, as well…” And upon the Therapist’s words, “Then let it flow…” he started to tell the story of young officer from Balıkesir…

Astral Dimension – No-Time

Even death had not provided him with peace. He was seeing his love but somehow he was unable to join her. As if there was a membrane in between and it was not letting him go. The young officer from Balıkesir started hopelessly to wander on earth. He didn’t know what to do. Then, he saw a light ahead, inviting him. As if it was saying “come over here, come over here”… It was very warm and ready to heal him…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

Therapist once again asked his magical question: “Hasan, the story you tell about, is it your life?” Hasan became silent and replied: “No! Not mine!” Therapist said: “Well then, when it came to your life, tell the first thing coming to your mind.” Hasan replied: “I was 10. I was reading an entry in the encyclopedia about the Gallipoli War and I was deeply impressed. I was so moved. It was that time he came to me first. He had wanted to be healed. The experience of the French soldier had made my vibration suitable and I had attracted this soul who had a similar experience… Later, when I went to Gallipoli, I was moved deeply, I was in tears, sobbing… I had seen the soldiers there…” Therapist replied: “Not to be moved is impossible, we all were, I was also deeply moved in Gallipoli… but now, we have another work to be done here. This officer is in your energy field, and let’s help him to go to the source.” Hasan said: “Not only the officer; my soldiers are also here.” Therapist said: “Then, let’s invite them as well before us.”

Astral Dimension – No-Time

His soldiers were in line again before him, after all those years. So many young braves, coming from many beautiful corners of Anatolia, who became martyrs were running to embrace him, saying “my commander”. Now they joined their dear commander and they could continue their watch over those lands… He started to cry, o what a crying he had… Their commander was saying “Forgive me, I couldn’t be a martyr, forgive me, I left you alone”… They went to embrace him and said “Your living body was needed by the country, you were in service since then, please wipe your tears…” And their commander stood up to five a last order…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

“Right now, they are before me and looking into my eyes… They are still watching over these lands… They don’t want to go… They say this is our place…” said Hasan. Therapist said: “The war is over and they don’t need to worry, their grandsons and granddaughters will protect this land, it is now time for them to embrace with the source… it is time for them to rest… They are free and they can go together… You can tell these to them.”

Astral Dimension – No-Time

First, Seyit of Haymana let go his rifle, then Ahmet of Sındırgı, next, Mehmet of Gönen… following them, each soldier… they took out their uniforms and stood in attention for the last time before their commander… By saying “First to God, then to our grandsons and daughters” they let themselves to the flow… First, their forms started to disappear… then each of them glowed and they joined to their source, together with their commander…

İzmir – March 17, 2014

Therapist, hearing that Hasan said “All of them went to the source” told him: “Now, take the 10 years old Hasan and integrate him, let him grow up inside you.” After doing as he said, Hasan’s relief increased. And after a while, he started to express his feelings again: “There was a huge emptiness in my stomach. A feeling of absence… Actually, I didn’t want to go on living. I have not wanted to act, to take responsibility at all. That is why I always avoided and postponed. I only did a small part of what I really could do.  I always felt guilty, insufficient, and worthless and I couldn’t get rid of these feelings…” Therapist asked: “How do you feel now?” Hasan replied: “Some energy is now filling up this emptiness in my stomach. As if this energy is filling up all empty spaces within me. Now I feel that I can stand up in the real sense… I am so happy… And I am ready for the things I will do…” And the Therapist, upon saying “Then, when you feel you are ready, open your eyes; our work is completed. One, two, three…” and snapped his fingers.

İzmir – March 17, 2014 15:21

I remained seated in the chair for a while and then opened my eyes…. It is not easy for me to tell exactly how I felt as if a burden lifted off me and how I felt relieved. However, I know that this work’s completely penetrating into my life will take my weeks … but the consequences of the transformation will be wonderful… I sat down to write at 10:00 and have been writing without a pause for the last five and half hours…

With my endless love and gratitude to all beautiful beings who have taken a role in this wonderful scenario… to everyone who are now integrated with our source: Louise Phillipe, the officer from Balıkesir, Napoleon, my soldiers, our martyrs, Abel… and to my dear Therapist who explored and revealed this whole process through the regression therapy work and started the healing process by helping many souls in joining their sources… The stories you have red; maybe they were exactly experienced in the past or some of them were memories created by me. We cannot ever be sure about their reality. Even, what you have red so far may sound like a nicely told story… I am full of respect for all views and opinions… There is only one reality for me: what I have told were living in my energy field and one way or another, they were really real for me… They were affecting my life, especially with the essential feelings of guilt and deprivation…. My soul has learned so many wonderful things and acquired experiences from all those things which have been lived…

With my infinite times infinite thanks to Universe…

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