A personal remembrance and sacred invitation

🕯️🔥 Do You Carry a Soul Memory of the Burning Times? | A personal remembrance and sacred invitation 🔥🕯️

Some wounds live beneath the surface, passed quietly through lifetimes. They show up as fear of being seen, resistance to speaking your truth, or a grief that lingers without a clear cause. These are often echoes of the Burning Times. But not all who suffered were called witches. Not all were burned. Many were midwives, healers, mystics, lovers, or witnesses. Some were erased, some silenced, and some simply remembered.

For many in this lifetime, especially those called to walk a spiritual path, there is an invisible hesitation when it comes to fully embodying intuitive, psychic, or healing gifts. The fear doesn’t always come from this life. It rises from deeper memory. From lifetimes where such gifts were forbidden or feared. From moments when sight led to suspicion, when devotion led to exile, when medicine led to death. These memories live in women, men, and nonbinary souls alike..anyone who, in another time, dared to carry light in a world that called it dangerous.

I’ve always known I was burned as a witch, and through remembrance I’m aware now that I’ve lived many lives where I was persecuted for my gifts, my voice, or simply for being different. Since I was a child growing up in WV, I’ve felt a powerful pull to the stories of the Salem witch trials. They stirred something in me that I could never explain with logic, a sense of familiarity, sorrow, remembrance. Through past life regression, quantum hypnosis, and soul journeying, and the lifting of my veil, these lifetimes have come back to me in glimpses..the faces, the betrayal, the silence, and the fire.

And now, as so many of us awaken again, the fear resurfaces, not as punishment, but as a signpost. It’s asking to be seen. It’s asking to be released. This is the lifetime where we reclaim what was once taken. Where we speak what was once silenced. Where we allow our gifts to rise, not in hiding, but in power.

🌌 The Soul’s Release at Death

The separation of soul from body at the moment of death is not instant but it is deeply merciful. As the physical form begins to shut down, awareness shifts. It starts to expand, to rise, loosening its tether to the body. For those who have recalled near-death experiences or remembered past-life transitions, it often feels like lifting out or floating above before the final breath is even taken. Especially in traumatic deaths like burning, the soul often exits just before the most intense suffering begins. Though the body may still move or cry out, the soul, the true self, is already elsewhere. The nervous system may continue firing briefly, but the awareness that experiences pain has already stepped into a different dimension. From that place, the fire is not agony. It is light. It is purification. It is a doorway. The pain becomes sensation, then energy, then release. The body’s pain belongs to the realm of form. It is short-lived. The soul does not carry that pain forward. What remains instead is the imprint, the memory of being silenced, the vow to return, the longing to speak again. These are the echoes that rise through lifetimes, asking to be seen, to be reclaimed, to be rewritten.

The following are some of of my past lives in these Burning Times with an invitation below to discover yours.🔥

📜 Southern France – The Cathar Timeline
I was thirty-three and part of a sacred circle of women who carried the Magdalene codes. We gathered in caves and forest sanctuaries, communed with the Divine, and preserved our transmissions in parchment and stone. When the Inquisition came, I was taken during a raid and separated from the others. Though I have felt the fire and sensed the silence, the exact moment of my death is soft around the edges. The Records show I fulfilled my soul mission in that life just in time. The codes had already been passed. I died young, but in completion.

🌿 Medieval France – The Forest Healer
I lived alone on the edge of a small village and healed with herbs, song, and starlight. People came to me in secret when the church could not help them. One morning before sunrise, I was taken without trial, bound and marched into the square. I remember the sharp air, the hush of the crowd, the way the stars had not yet faded. As the flames rose, I felt my soul rise too. I died by fire, but the wisdom moved with me into light.

🌕 Scotland – The Midwife and Blood Priestess
I tended births, deaths, and cycles with sacred oil and ancient chants. We gathered quietly by rivers and in stone circles to honor the Mother. One winter, after a noblewoman’s child was born still, blame turned to me. Though many women spoke in my defense, I was condemned. As they tied my hands, I sang the old chant, and some women joined me. I felt the fire lift the song from my body. I died by fire, and the chant still lives in those who carry the memory.

📖 Germany – The Mystic Scribe
I lived in a small stone home, receiving visions from other realms and recording them by candlelight. We were a secret order protecting divine wisdom. When one of our sisters broke under torture, names were given and I was taken. The scrolls had already been hidden. As they prepared the fire, I stood in silence. I watched my body burn from above, my soul having left just before the agony came. I died by fire, but the messages live on in the land.

🪵 Colonial Massachusetts – The Visionary Girl
At thirteen, I was already known as odd. I saw things before they happened and spoke of spirits in ways that unsettled people. I was accused and thrown into a cold stone cell with no trial and no one to speak for me. I died slowly from fever and starvation, alone in the dark. But before the end, I dreamed I had wings. I died in captivity, but my soul left soaring.

👁️ Northern Italy – The Seer’s Daughter
My mother was a known mystic and I was her shadow. When they came for her, I fled to another city and worked in silence, hiding my visions in a life of servitude. I lived long but never again spoke what I knew. I died with no one suspecting who I truly was. I was not burned or punished, but I died with my voice still buried in my chest.

🕊️ Spain – The Converted Jewess
I lived between identities, publicly Christian but inwardly devoted to my Jewish lineage. When my child fell ill, I sang ancient prayers over him and he healed. They called it sorcery. I was dragged from my home and hanged in the square while my child watched. I died with sacred words on my lips and love in my heart, and those words still ripple through time.

🔥✨ The Witch Wound Akashic Reading | A Soul Remembrance for Those Who Are Ready to Reclaim Their Power ✨🔥

This is not just about my story. It is yours too.

Whether you were part of a sacred circle, a healer in hiding, a witness to injustice, or a soul carrying ancestral memory, your remembrance is rising now. The fear you feel around being seen, the quiet resistance to sharing your gifts, the grief with no clear cause, these are not random. They are echoes of lifetimes where your light was feared, your voice silenced, or your presence misunderstood.

In this personalized Akashic Records reading, we journey into the timeless field of memory and soul truth to bring healing, reclamation, and empowerment to your witch wound.

You will receive:

🕯️ Three Past Lives Remembered

Three detailed lifetimes will be channeled and shared, illuminating how your soul was connected to the Burning Times or other periods of spiritual persecution. These may include roles as a healer, mystic, oracle, herbalist, witness, or even someone in a position of power who now carries karmic remembrance. Each life comes in detail (mine above are just a glimpse) with names, landscapes, final moments, sacred gifts, and lessons carried forward.

🧬 How It’s Affecting You Now

You’ll receive a written synopsis of how these soul experiences may still be impacting your current life. This may show up as fear of visibility, fear of spiritual gifts, fear of leadership, trust issues, unexplained grief, creative blocks, or the inner conflict between safety and expression. At the same time, these past lives may be the reason you feel a powerful pull toward intuitive practices, the healing arts, sacred ritual, herbal medicine, or multidimensional work. You may feel a longing you can’t explain, a recognition in mystical spaces, or a natural ability to read energy and emotion. These gifts are not new, they are being remembered. Awareness is the first step to freedom, and remembrance is the key to your return.

🌀 A Transmutation Ritual

You will receive a sacred ritual designed just for you to help transmute the pain of these lifetimes and reclaim the wisdom, power, and sovereignty you left behind. This may include candle work, herbs, spoken words, soul vows, breathwork, or a guided practice depending on what your Records reveal as most supportive for your integration.

💌 A Message from Your Soul

A channeled message from your Divine Self will be included to guide your remembrance and integration. This soul message speaks directly to who you are becoming and the version of you that is ready to rise from the ashes.

🌟 Guides Speak: Your Evolution and Purpose

You’ll also receive a transmission from a spirit guide, guide team or council of light revealing how this soul history is not just a wound but a thread in the weaving of your evolution. They will share how this is part of your current soul purpose, what you are here to reclaim or teach, and how your past lives have prepared you to be a light-bearer in this time of global awakening.