Elizabeth

Elizabeth Channelled through Pat Grabham A reincarnation story - written 1985 Today was my 16th birthday and it should have been a time of rejoicing but suddenly I felt no different to normal for the years seemed to merge into each other just as the days and nights - without any noticeable difference or alteration; so I somehow had no feelings about yet another year - I just knew that this restless feeling would go on finding no outlet it seemed with no other emotions than there should be more to life. My name was Elizabeth and I had lived in this plane in the lower astral realms for what seemed a very long time and I was beginning to feel the odd one out - for what seemed like ages everyone had got on my nerves, their pleasures were not mine any more and I could not help but shudder at all the goings on which was making me feel more and more afraid and lonely with the thought that somehow I had no friends, I felt so utterly alone inside me, there seemed no privacy - peace or beauty in anything and I've started to withdraw more and more into myself just thinking of a world as I would choose it - it was as if some far distant part of my memory came back to me with other things than just the physical lust between man and woman whose ages seemed to be getting younger and younger. As I looked at the unpleasant state of my surroundings I felt tears of despair come to my eyes - was this all? My mother called out loudly - 'Elizabeth, where are you? This has to be done and then that, hurry up - there's no time or purpose in day-dreaming.'  Reluctantly I got up from the ground I was sitting on to what I knew was yet another thankless, meaningless day ahead. There seemed a never ending stream of abuse, degradation, a sense of futility about this place - I felt I wanted to run away but had nowhere to go and indeed where would I go, no doubt all places were the same anyway. Little did I know that today was going to change my life and indeed lives - a surprise was in store for me. As I started the never ending chores I let my mind dwell over these years made especially worse since my dad had gone - mum had changed so much, grown even more hard and bitter, taking out her annoyance and aggravation it seemed on me. How I loathed this coldness which left no warmth inside me, the dust which seemed to get everywhere, a never ending greyness, physical abuse and pain where I was forever trying to evade this man or that boy's lecherous arms and so often failing. Sometimes my body was covered with bruises. I felt so claustrophobic unable it seemed to breathe when I just wanted to be alone, safe and free. Mum wanted me to take some things to a lady over the other side to us and telling me not to be long I set off on the long journey with my load. This lady lived in a little better area, not that it was much different really but there was more space and room and so I actually started to relax a little and I wondered what she would be like this lady called Martha. Fifty minutes later I knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. 'Hello Elizabeth, how kind of you to bring these things over - won't you have a cup of tea as I want to talk to you.' Martha had white hair in a bun and was quite old but quite unlined and there was an air of something different about her. 'If you will just be patient there is someone I want you to meet, a very nice person so nothing to worry about.' Suddenly there was another knock on the door and Martha jumped up to answer it and she seemed to be excited about something. Looking expectantly towards the door I saw a tall man dressed in a dark robe and with his head covered by the hood; coming into the room, he welcomed Martha as it seemed a very good friend and said 'Hello Elizabeth - I know all about you my name is .........' He threw back his hood and smiled at me looking quite unlike anyone I had seen before - I think it was in his eyes really they were so gentle and kind and seemed to understand everything abut me and there was a quality of such peace and love coming forth from him I was at a loss for words. He seemed to understand and said - 'Elizabeth, I want to tell you a story and this concerns you yourself, so listen and tell me at the end what you think.' The three of us sat by the coal fire, me on the floor looking up at that face and Martha quietly in the background. While he talked tears came to my eyes and rolled down my cheeks and I wept tears of pain - heartache and anguish until the tears stopped - his voice still speaking, telling me about strange things no one here talked about and mentioning to me that the time had come when it was felt that I should move, get away from here and go to another, better place. 'You see Elizabeth, Martha does not live here at all she is just using this place so that we can have our talk and she will look after you in your next place that is if you will let her. He started then to tell me about all the different places which one day I would go to and all the nice people I would meet and how I would go to sleep and wake up somewhere else, just as my dad.' I looked quickly at Martha and she gave me a gentle smile and I said 'yes - please, could I leave but what about my mum?' He said 'we will let her know where you have gone but whether she will believe is doubtful.' 'What we will do now is to take a walk - if you will hold my hand, and Martha will be on your other side and we will begin our journey.' We walked a short while but suddenly it seemed I was so tired, my eyes fell asleep and unbeknown to me my journey into another plane of existence had begun.

(Elizabeth, now living a life as Candia)

 

High above the town amongst the rolling hills Candia stared far into the distance but also nothing aware of the beauty and magnitude of her surroundings - the utter peace and tranquility, the birds making their beautiful sounds, the song in the air, the purity of the breeze and she felt sad for she was back for it seemed in another time and place when she was Elizabeth for memories are not forgotten, everything is to hand depending on the growth of the soul and she was well aware of that part of her past just as she was of other earthly and spiritual realms and though she had everything she felt incomplete.

How could she be happy knowing people existed in such places, remembering how great was her despair, sense of isolation and loss, just to exist in that awful place and to think life carried on there still broke her heart and just to remember brought tears to her eyes and though she had seemingly achieved much in this beautiful land the memory of that earlier time would not let her rest and she knew she had to do something to help, just as help was given to her.

Martha, that lovely woman had lovingly looked after her just as she did to so many for during her childhood Candia and her friends had had such fun, laughing - running, learning so many wondrous things, surrounded by so much love in those nurseries of Heaven where everything was small in size to fit their needs. She could see now those fruit trees especially those bright red apples just outside their house which was all shining and white with those pretty paths and flowers and behind in the distance those far off mountains, forests and streams where they loved to paddle in and which played beautiful music and talked to them in a language they seemed to understand. Those grown ups so warm and kind, jolly and wise and she knew that those new youngsters would get the same love and attention as she and her friends did. But why was it so often her thoughts went back more and more to that place long it seemed ago where just to remember could make her shudder.

She was now a young lady although time was irrelevant for she had been here for much longer than just a few mere years. She had soaked in and absorbed so much for there was always a willing person to talk to and learn from but she knew she wanted to do more for though she could stay here in this lovely land - that inner voice was telling her more and more of late to take another step on the road of evolution and progression, in other words listen more within to what her soul so often it seemed cried out to do. She loved to sketch and draw and was very good and indeed she had lately found herself sketching that face she had not seen for so long for he had not returned.

Indeed many people came down to their realm from high it seemed in the spiritual heavens, those celestial regions far above it seemed but which she knew with progression and advancement would come attainment.

Sometimes she knew Martha gave her a knowing look as if she knew she was sad inside but she never spoke about those things for which Candia was somehow grateful. Those persons who visited them brought great delight and joy to all and sometimes one or two had spoken to her and had made an indefinable impression it seemed on her soul but he had not returned and Candia wondered quite where he was.

Her knowledge of the spiritual laws of the Cosmos had grown so much and she knew everything was the effect of an earlier cause, the seeds sown had borne beautiful fruit or were barren in that hard earth of materialism, lust or greed.

Suddenly she knew it was time to return and she decided there and then to see what next she could do, waiting for a reply to her most ernest wish and so having put those thoughts into the ether she retraced her steps and walked back home somehow strangely lighter in her heart than she had been of late.

A couple of days passed and then Martha said 'she had been asked to take Candia to see someone who would have a proposition to put to her.'

  

Nervously but excitedly Candia set off with Martha and they walked towards the outskirts of their town and here suddenly there appeared a man Candia had never seen before and he was dressed in a strange green robe, beautiful and light, luminous too, his face and skin quite dark, dark were his eyes, deep his voice and how wise were those eyes they seemed to touch Candia's soul and strike a cord deep within. His name he told her, Egyptian was his origin when last long ago encased in a physical body. 'Welcome to my home, we will be there in but a moment - take my hand and Martha's, close your eyes.'
 
The next thing Candia was in a place quite unlike any she had ever seen before; etheric, shimmering with light, beautiful fascinating colours - tones and sounds emanated from this land high in the spiritual realms. 'My dear child, it has not gone un-noticed that need of yours, let me show you something just so that you can know without doubt, all, everything has its path - evolution and place in the grand scheme of the Cosmos.'

'When I touch your forehead you will go back in time to that place where you were once known as Elizabeth for that is the root of the matter, the missing piece of your jigsaw puzzle. Look at it objectively, and tell me afterwards what you actually saw.' Candia looked deeply and intently at herself and those around her in those lower astral realms, doing her best to be objective.

She noticed now that she looked that overall there were several people who stood out to her spiritually accustomed eyes, there was about them something different - a light in their souls it seemed unlike the others. 'Those illumined ones my dear are from our realms who continuously journey to those lower astral planes of existence taking in everything and who constantly try to give to others a little of the light which they have. But you know they have to tone down their brightness, dress in drab clothes, hood themselves and be inconspicuous for otherwise they would create unease not being as the rest.'

'It is these truly great ones who labour and journey into the places where the spiritual kingdoms fear to tread and my dear many have been helped, just as you were, although progress cannot be counted in time for eternity has no time, it is forever.'

'There are many avenues open to you my child, many and varied, for you to help and in so doing evolve to yet new and greater heights. But this one we know is of great importance to you and thus you had to see with your own eyes a little of the work which is being constantly done.  Go back with Martha and think what you really want to do knowing that at any time you can stop and change course - free-will is yours.'

'Meanwhile let me show you a little more of my home.'

The panorama of views took Candia's breath away, those etheric beautiful mountains the like of which she had never seen before; the numerous waterfalls, lakes and streams, the bird life, and then she saw the most beautiful house she had ever seen away into the distance which seemed to beckon and draw her to it holding out its arms as if to welcome her. Her host laughed gently, 'yes, that is the Master's house who I am proud to love and serve just as you will yourself be one day in ages ahead.'

'I can see it seems an angel each side of the house I said is that right?' 'You can see everything and nothing her host said it depends upon the individual. But you are doing well, progressing all the time.'

'It is now time for me to take you back otherwise the difference of air, vibration and energy would wear you out, so remember what you have seen and I will myself take you to where you have decided your work rests.'

'Au revoir Candia till we meet again and may I say how privileged it has been to let you share for a brief time my home.'

In no time it seemed Candia and Martha were back home and how much they had to talk about.

The day came when Candia had her decision made which was not long in the making and he this time came to them. He smiled and led Candia to who would be her guide to help her in her chosen work and her guide was a lovely man, round in the face with bright blue eyes, an air of light existed around and within him. 'Together Candia will we travel, you watching and learning by how I am so that one day you won't actually need me but can in your turn take someone but that is a long way off yet.' He was so lovely and they straight away struck up a warm bond of love and friendship which Candia knew would never be broken. 'Call me Chris and I will call you Candy, for I have watched you grow up from it seems now so long ago and one day I will tell you about that too.'

Many earth years had passed and still Candia and Chris went helping to raise other less evolved souls to new and purer aspirations but they travelled too, far and wide and indeed on to more than one planet did they go - at times just so that she could absorb all the advancements made in the evolution of humanity.

The time came when Candia knew it was time to evolve to yet another new plane of existence and with no fear she held Chris's hand and went back to sleep again.
　

(Elizabeth, now living a life as Patrick)

Many cycles of humanity had evolved and come and gone and Patrick as he was now had progressed far along his personal path. He had travelled far and wide to all the corners of the universe it seemed and at the same time was a guide to many back upon the earth plane; his vibrations were so quickened and attuned, he could inspire his loved ones way back on the earth to ever greater heights and this was a constant delight helping others to see greater light.

By now he had resided in the spirit realms for a great deal of time, re-incarnating now and then to achieve yet another facet and depth to his being. The time came when once again a new journey was necessary and another facet of his soul took over emerging as yet another female, for truly, male and female are but the left and right of each other depending upon what is the most necessary for the development of the soul.

(Elizabeth, now living a life as Lucy)

Lucy had once more got to be quite a mature woman and her life was very fulfilled in the spiritual realms. She had many facets to her being and she could seemingly tune in to the Earth world and its vibration at any time.

She taught many youngsters how to sketch and draw and her musical ability was a joy to all. But even more than that she felt whole and somehow complete as if she was finally home.

Many times did she wander off to quiet beautiful celestial places and contemplated the Great Spirit and His supreme laws feeling nothing but a sense of wonder that all this had been planned for man and woman to inherit as gradually more and more were as the materialism and greed faded ever more to have no place in an evolved soul.

Sometimes Lucy would look back through all her lives knowing each was necessary, both the good, sad, bad and joyful - sorrowful too, and that it had all been part of God's Divine Plan.

The time eventually came when Lucy knew she must retreat more and meditate and contemplate in greater depth and so she would have to leave loved ones behind and climb yet another stepping stone - cross through yet another barrier for the furtherance of the Father's work.

(Elizabeth woke up funnily enough looking the same this time as when she fell asleep from her life as Lucy)

But waking up to a world of silence - complete - first of all in its greatness but as she listened she became aware of life all around and within and what a beautiful place she was in high amongst some etheric mountains where there was no feeling except utter complete peace - impossible to describe for its feeling was unique. As she looked around she knew strangely that it was not until now that she was actually home - in accord and complete harmony.

Time passed the warmth of the air had a blessing unknown to her and she was happy just to look and look into it seemed the whole Universe itself remembering events, scenes and places from a multitude of lives.

She closed her eyes and must have fallen asleep which was strange because there was no feeling of tiredness for the next thing she knew, a voice spoke to her:

'Hello Elizabeth' in that deep, well loved tone, and her eyes flew open in joy and wonder and she saw again that beloved face from so long back.


'I know you have wondered many times Elizabeth why you did not meet me again but the time was not right for you had to progress without interference but I have watched and indeed guided you through many a life since that time when I spoke to you with Martha back down in the lower astral realms. But now I would like to show you my home and introduce you to many loved ones who also have loved and cared for you during the duration of your many lives and though you still have things to do my home is open to you whenever you wish just as I am with everyone always.'

And there before Elizabeth's wondering eyes stood the Master's House and it was as if she had never been away; past, present and future all seemed to become one with neither distance or end.

Tears of joy and love fell but Elizabeth knew yet more journeys would one day be taken as she came ever closer to his blessing.

'Hello Everyone' - Elizabeth said. ........
(Even as she said these words she thought to herself, some of those lives lived and even her life as Elizabeth seemed worth it just to be here at this moment with him whom she had loved since her first life aeons ago).

25th February, 1985.