Saint Katherine Part I

There it was again, that calm, soothing male voice.

"Kathy."

That was yesterday morning. I was sitting there on the floor in my usual space where I sit and do tarot and sort my thoughts, next to my bed. Drinking a cup of tea, I think. I clearly heard it, and I'm still thinking about it. Still reconciling that life.

If I've got this right, I am her natural reincarnation. Her next step.
Not her ghost. Not her DNA speaking, but ... my own.

At first I thought her name was Kay. Given a clue that I jumped on ... that I think now was intentionally WRONG. But all the other details lined up with that clue, about Planet Kay (New Earth). Something I've been chasing down in my genetic code for many years now of doing this healing work and fighting cancer - its a 'junk DNA' (alien) implant that calls itself 'Special K.' By junk DNA, I mean ... this is how the body views it. In truth, I believe it was an intentional part of a secret vaccine. But also, my middle name in this life is Kay. So there's that.

Was it a test?

I get now that her name was Katherine. I guess, Kathy for short? (Maybe she signed all of her notes with K. - there's a vision of yellow lined paper and a handwritten note, although I can't read all of it).

Please don't call me this, it isn't my name in this life.
Although I feel you must have loved her very much.

Ironically, I was given the baptismal name Katherine in this life, after Saint Katherine. I am not a practicing Catholic, so I didn't know much about this ritual. My Catholic dad talked my Protestant mom into it somehow, but my mom has always been pretty much against the Catholic Church. So I was not raised with it. Anyway, my husband told me recently that Saint Katherine's claim to fame is that she was torn apart by lions.

Yikes.

This really, is a big thing, sorting out this one somewhat unremarkable life. I guess. In comparison to some of the others. Was she a Brit? I sometimes get this metaphor with her - a British nurse. I am an American citizen in this life. Er, make that currently a citizen of New Earth. Its not the same. Or maybe both apply.

Memories of her have come in slowly. First they were memories of being my grandparents' daughter, the daughter of my maternal grandparents in this life. Then it was a realization that I was a twin that would have been born to my grandmother in this life -- she would have again been my mother. But for an abortion that came after she already had three daughters. Then I came to my mother, as my 'old mom's' granddaughter instead. Born in the next generation. It kindof explains why I think, I don't really fit into my generation, that I feel so often like I belong to a past one.

It gets more interesting. So recently, I've been ... loosely contacted by ... someone I think may be my real father. Through social media, I've seen photos of who I think is my real mother, also. I can clearly see her in my face (especially in my terrible driver's license photo, ha ha), and the other day I noticed her in my son also.

I wonder now if my mom (er, adopted mom) thinks she's fooled me again? By that I mean, me being adopted and given to her in this life, but having been a natural part of her current family of origin in another life. I told her of my memories of having been her parents' daughter in a past life. But I had no idea at that point that there was any possibility that I was adopted in this one. So I think she thinks I'm imagining that other life, because she secretly knows I'm not her natural daughter in this life now. I think it was done intentionally, me being put with this specific family, for several reasons. It gave me the opportunity to heal old issues and come to terms with wounds that came from life with my past family. Also because of all the things I would be facing in this life to recover myself, I think that my real parents thought it might make things easier for me to be with people who had been familiar to me at one point in my existence. Given that they had to find a way to keep me hidden for what was to come.

There are some of my paranormal recall experiences that sit in the back of my mind all the time, looking for validation or where they fit in to this huge puzzle. One of these was a look back at myself as a toddler. I was playing in my room when I experienced a visitation by some red, demonic looking entity and it said to me, "You can't escape." No wonder I was afraid of the dark when I was little! I think my (adopted) mom and I were twins in that life, and I think Stormy might have been our brother. I referenced Stormy in a recent update article, who I believe may be my real life twin in this life. We were separated at birth and placed with separate families. Part of this group of fostered out children.

Also. I've been thinking for awhile now that someone -- aliens, Plieadians, The Galactic Federation? I don't exactly know. But I think they have actual media footage and documentation of other timelines with us in it, and I've been shown my own photograph from that life as Kathy! Or this is what I think. From another vision, years ago. Or was it a dream? I was in a room COVERED with media players, it was what made up the wall structure. Each one had a 'play' of a voice or an event, proof of real people in other timelines. Quite often used to trick us. Or else to gently lead us forward into reclaiming ourselves from our pasts, dealing with the shocks of realization as gently as possible along the way.

This photograph showed up in my path from someone I feel to be 'in the know.' I know its vague, but I recognized it immediately. I am sure its me, but not from this life. I had been experiencing ongoing healing crisis and recovery from early life brain injury when I saw it and there was a validating coincidence as I was putting a few other pieces together. I remember one very clear vision of myself. I was sitting next to someone dear to me, and I think I was at the opera someplace, sitting in the audience. It reminded me of the time I went to see Phantom of the Opera in Denver, Colorado, many years ago. But I was seeing myself from the eyes of the other person, looking at me up close, from my right side. I looked EXACTLY like I do now. Except for my hair. It was white, close to the shade it is now, but shot with ginger. Also I had this strange bun on the top of my head. As if I had piled it up into a fancy 'do.' You can see it in that photo.

I was talking about this a little bit on one of my Facebook chat groups. I said that I think 'we' (meaning, certain Indigos) were all adopted and given to families in order to hide our identities. I think it has happened to a lot of children that are somehow part of this 'special' group. Only ... there's been a lot of abuse. I've been recovering things buried deep in my consciousness in recent months. Well, deeper than usual. This whole ... pedophilia issue controlling and governing our society is unbelievably widespread, and I believe it is all tied to an agenda. To ... control or destroy all of the Indigos? Or wake us up. That is, the 144 Thousand.

My understanding is, that the trauma has served the purpose of igniting our abilities and giving us an opportunity to totally reclaim ourselves. I feel that many if not all of us had no choice really, because we were lost, to traumatic past life and incarnations that decimated us all, over time. The recall of all that incarnation history in one compact life gave us the opportunity to get it all triggered up in order to know what happened to us, and to process it all, and reclaim and heal ourselves. In a very short span of time, considering the history involved. Finding ourselves being ... what? Pretty much, I think, a totally 'new' and different species of human beings!! Very powerful ones, at that.

I feel that this, more than any other surprises waiting for us, is this one -
could it be part of DISCLOSURE?
That we are not alone, we "human beings."
That there is another. At least one!! Human species.
Indigos. Alien hybrids?

What are we, exactly?

There is a lot that I can share, from studying my own physiology and treating cancer, naturally over many years now. You get an overall sense of how the body works this way, as you find yourself coping with each issue in a long series of issues to heal. Also, I think that most of us have an interest in healing, and that many of the ... older Indigos? The ones already part of the system that has been working against the rest of us for so long. That they are doctors. As in, credible, certified ... gone to medical or dental school or some other intense structured education to become one. There's an interest, but also I think it becomes necessary for us. Like a having a complex owner's manual, ha ha.

Many of us have Thyroid issues. This is a huge clue! I believe that when thyroid disease rears its head in the life of an Indigo, its an indication that the body is ready for a reset. A total time - based paradigm shift to a longer lifespan. It is also an indication of genetic coding to a world that is WATER BASED. Far more so than Earth, even. (Iodine is the remedy for thyroid disease, naturally found in the ocean ... seafood and kelp). An ocean world! If you have been following along, this fits my paradigm of the Untied States (as referenced by Q), the splintered land masses forming tiny island chains covering a very aquatic planet that is NEW EARTH.

There's a lot more to say about 'us' ... our Indigo physiology and characteristics. I think I'm going to save that for another post though. I wanted to talk about Kathy.

I think Kathy was a nurse in the Korean War, and that she met and helped a powerful Indigo person in that life, during that war. Sorting out what information I've recovered about this person ... I believe he was in the US Navy, and that the injury that delivered him to me as his nurse was severe damage to his right leg. There have been different pieces of information to sort out here, but one of the earliest ones was, a helicopter crash? I think that he and Kathy fell in love and married. Looking back I think of him now as The Lion, and that maybe I was the proverbial 'mouse' that pulled the thorn from his paw.

The really curious thing is that now, the main source of cancer I am dealing with is mostly in my lower right leg! Like there is some kind of overlap, or a healing of having taken in this injury in some way into my own body to heal, for the sake of my partner in that life where I was Kathy. It almost seems like I am a tree that started out as two trees, first growing into each other and separating now. The record of it is in my bones.

There was something else! A memory that started as a trigger from when I went to visit my Marine son in San Diego for his graduation from basic training, last August (2017). The day after graduation, my stepmother wanted to go check out a local tourist attraction - The Midway. Its a giant floating museum, of a US Navy air craft carrier that was retired from service and is parked in the ocean off the San Diego, California coast. The memory was, that in another timeline ... somehow this ship was named 'Midway' because of a connection between Kathy and her husband, who I think at that point had become a naval officer. I believe I died of brain cancer in that life as Kathy. I think the name was meant to imply some kind of past life contract to meet up again. To meet each other half way, or Midway.

Its terribly romantic, don't you think?