Mr Luigi Dissolves the Spanish Inquisition
“The word “lifehood”, is not just a word I coined for the old ideas about past lives. It presents a new philosophy of reincarnation created from different concepts about humans and the Earth. The expression “past lives” emphasizes the physical existence of a life – a time-space construct. On the other hand, lifehoods, emphasizing the soul, which is part of the mind-field, exist now and have no time reference.
To reiterate, lifehoods de-emphasize the space-time domain of the physical body and emphasize the metaphysical existence of the soul. Because it operates as a field, a lifehood carries information about the soul’s experience in a material body at any time in history. Since the soul is never destroyed, as is each physical body it enlivens, information from lifehoods is always now, a part of each new life.
…as people go up in consciousness and vibration to the levels where recall occurs, there is also no time but the present time. In field information, there is no past field information. Past, present and future can describe material happenings, but not mystical or metaphysical ones. To say it another way: we correctly use the words “past lives” when describing happenings that are time-locked. Lifehoods describe soul information, which always is now.”
Valerie V. Hunt, Infinite Mind, Science of the Human Vibrations of Consciousness
We became part of this ancient story in 2003, when Dexter came into our lives. He opened the portal between my heart and soul-field – my auric egg – and I was flooded with the infinite energy of my lifehood experiences. This generated higher levels of consciousness, which led to extraordinary experiences. The first of which was a message received from the friend of a friend, minutes after he died in a car crash in South Africa. This communication collapsed my perception of reality to such an extent that I had to abandon my career to discover what was really going on.
This coincided with the peak of Solar Cycle 23, in which the highest ever X-class flares were recorded in what became known as the Halloween Solar Storm, which began on Dean’s birthday, the 28th October. It is now more or less accepted that solar activity and the Schumann resonances play a significant part in generating higher levels of consciousness, for all life on Earth, not just humans. This story is relevant as we are now moving into the peak of Solar Cycle 25.
Dean was not able to assimilate the energies and lifehood information in 2003, which I believe was the main cause of his so-called cancer, that began at that time. I am now convinced that his tumour developed due to blocked lymph and his inability to let go and allow those energies to move him forward onto a new path. The root cause being unintegrated lifehood trauma.
Lifehood themes assert themselves through the recurring patterns and intense experiences in our lives and they can be both challenging and inspirational. Unresolved lifehood issues manifest in blockages and resistance to change, pain, recurring problems, illnesses and conflicts, overwhelming emotions and addictions. These challenges are the portals through which life force must pass to purify and evolve, through us and with our conscious engagement.
We have all lived many lives here on Earth and we have all been both victim and perpetrator on different occasions. There is no one to judge us on anything but ourselves, but there are higher orders of life – such as the Sun and Earth – supporting our evolution. When we delete the belief in divine retribution or karma – and they are only belief systems and not universal law – we find that it’s only us who can take responsibility for creating the life we want and we have to deal with the consequences of past-life experience, whether we remember the details or not.
Dexter died at the height of Solar Cycle 24 in 2014, just before we started the building work on our house and I began what was to be a decade of clearing the mind virus where ever I found it had rooted. The deeper I got into the magical and mysterious layers of reality, the more hyper-rational Dean became, to the point of blocking my energy flow, using distraction, humour, subtle means of undermining me and anything else available to him. There was no animosity between us. I was curious as to what was going on in him and he was largely unaware of what he was doing, until I called him out on it and he adjusted his behaviour. Unfortunately, the lifehood issues were still not addressed and just went deeper.
Dean has always been my most challenging ‘client’. The ‘miraculous’ healings he’s witnessed in other people were not available to him – his resistance was so high. After we stopped running retreats in 2018, I began to focus on him, rubbing up against his resistance, to generate friction and flush out the underlying issues that were obviously deeply distressing. He was fighting and shouting in his sleep, sometimes throwing himself out of bed. He began to project a deep unconscious fear onto the dogs, who began fighting and we both got bitten breaking up the fights; my right hand was bitten to the bone and I couldn’t use it for the best part of a year. This lead to the barn fire in December 2020, which was a great purge as Dean nearly killed himself saving the house from catching fire, with nothing but towels dripped in puddles. It took over an hour for the fire department to get here, as they couldn’t find the house. The windows shattered and the roof smouldered and he got third degree burns on his face and arms, but it was a highly-effective purge.
He loosened up after the fire and we began to talk about the invisible energies and emotions that animate physical reality, underlying what we perceive with our ordinary senses. We were both embodying more of our lifehood information, but increasingly I found that I could not speak at all! When I tried to describe the undercurrents, I could not find the words. There were blank spaces in my mind between what I saw in my inner vision and the language centres in my brain, where the words used to be. Initially, it was so frustrating that I took to forcing out the words I could find, which was exhausting and inadequate. Then I found that if I slowed down the process to allow the internal imagery to form more clearly and just focused on describing the images, I could speak again. I felt that I was rewiring my brain.
Meanwhile, Dean’s health and vitality was weakening and he could not switch onto the new track. Getting the kittens, Maia and Mr Luigi, just before the Autumn Equinox in September 2022, was to bring in fresh energy, as well as dealing with the mouse problem. It was one of those things where everything just lines up and falls into place, which is always a sign of flowing lifehood energy, but I had no idea how profound this would turn out to be. It is only now, that I can put all the pieces together.
Mr Luigi is my pet-name for the lightening-bearer, the ‘little one with the long arm’ and the male animating power of these lands that still bear his name – Lugo. (Not the same as Lucifer, the light-bearer.) When Dean brought him home as a tiny kitten and the first thing he did was to reach out his paw and tap me on the hand. I knew then who he was and named him. The Romans identified Lugh as Mercury, so they could co-opt him into their religious pantheon. Mr Luigi works with the planet Mercury and his specialty is in transducing energy from one form to another, but he is a Nature Power, not a celestial being. Eventually, the Romans juiced all the old gods into the Church of Rome, the general purveyors of the Spanish Inquisition.
The Spanish Inquisition lasted from 1478 to 1834, when it was abolished by Queen María Cristina de Borbón. The official function of the Inquisition was to combat heresy to save souls, but the real function was consolidation of power in the catholic monarchy, which brought more wealth and control to the Church of Rome. The Tribunals of the Inquisition travelled the country and invited heretics to turn themselves in for a lesser punishment and for local people to denounce heretics, who were then subjected to brutal torture in order to extract confessions. Thousands were executed. The last person to be executed by the Inquisition was Cayetano Ripoll, a humble school teacher from Valencia, hanged for heresy in 1826. His crime was teaching Deism, the philosophy that reason and observation of the natural world are sufficient to justify the existence of a Supreme Being, rather than blind faith. The energetic imprint of the Spanish Inquisition re-emerged in the Spanish War (1936-39) and the atrocities against the people of Spain (by both sides) continued until 1945. Denunciation still happens today. Not so ancient history.
Through 2023 as the energies between the Sun and Earth began to ramp up, our auric eggs began to vibrate intensely and changes were observed. More lifehood information came into our awareness and many of us have used this energy to clear ourselves and heal our own wounds, along with those of the Earth. As the solar flares and Schumann resonances began to peak, at the end of November 2023, Dean began to experience intense pain in his ear and at the site of the previous surgery on his neck, where a hard lump had formed. He began to bleed from his ear and it was obvious that this could not be resolved at the physical level.
My grandfather was killed in the Spanish Civil War, while my grandmother was pregnant with my mother. However, although I have an ancestral connection, my lifehood calling goes back to before the Spanish Inquisition, to bring the Nature Powers back into the imagination of the people, so that regeneration can begin. I real-eyesed that Dean and I had positioned ourselves to play a part in dissolving the Spanish Inquisition. I still had no inkling of Mr Luigi’s orchestration.
On New Year’s Eve, there was a massive X-flare and off the charts Schumann resonances. The Schumann resonances are the measurement of light in the atmosphere, mostly caused by lightening. A clue to Mr Luigi’s involvement, that I didn’t pick up at the time. Dean’s pain also increased. I observed that I could make myself worry about him, but my body felt no concern. Quite the contrary, in fact; I felt that we were moving into a creative generative phase, which is true, but I didn’t know how much it would hurt.
We talked about the Spanish Inquisition on the 3rd January and the possibility that Dean had lifehood information to integrate from that period, as either perpetrator or victim, or both. Another clue is that, in the Human Design System, Dean is a 3/5 martyr/heretic, not by chance. It didn’t matter which side he had been on, the course of action was clear and I forgave the Grand Inquisitor, Tomas de Torquemada and all his associates. This act frees all the other good people, like Dean, from the guilt and fears associated with lifehood events related to things they did, or didn’t do, while following orders, so that they can integrate as needed and move forward. The charge has been dissolved in all resonant events, cutting the power to authoritarian frequencies, along with its sub-frequencies of ‘should’, obligation and duty. Dean’s pain went completely for two days, but then returned even worse. My little bag of tricks was empty.
Looking back, Mr Luigi began his transition on King’s Day, 6th January. He sat with me that morning while I drank my coffee, snuggled up on my lap on his favourite blanket, purring contentedly. We had agreed that we were now taking our instructions from Alcyone and the relevant lifehood information was flooding into my consciousness. He told me that Self-Love, which is the Love of all that is sacred, generates the golden seal around the auric egg, which exists on all planes of existence at every point of emergence. This is the halo of religious iconography, the corona around the Sun and the crown of sovereignty. The fact that we were able to converse telepathically was because my golden seal had reached a certain strength, or integrity. Telepathy is not the issue, everyone is already fully switched on telepathically, the problem is that without the golden seal, we think that everyone else’s thoughts and emotions are our own.
I noticed that he seemed, pensive, not as playful as usual and I commented to Dean that I thought he was a bit under the weather. He didn’t eat that day and vomited up bile in a great performance that evening. The next day he vomited twice more and wasn’t around much, which seemed like a cat thing. That evening he laid with Maia in front of the stove, the love and companionship they shared was beautiful to see. The evenings when we all sat around the stove, three dogs and three cats, Dean and I, relaxing to a lullaby of purrs and snores – full-house, we called it – were some of the most precious moments of my life. I’m so grateful to have imprinted them.
On the night of the 7th I woke up alarmed. Mr Luigi was not by the stove and I took a torch and searched the house, but couldn’t find him. The next morning Dean found him downstairs and he made it up the stairs on his own, but I could see he was in trouble. When I scooped him up he was like a cold wet rag in my arms. I knew he was dehydrated and the thought to take him to the vets and get him on an IV came to mind, but just as quickly came the firm: NO. He took some water and some electrolytes, just to make sure I didn’t have any more stupid ideas, and settled onto his blanket on my lap. I thought he would recover, so Dean left to go shopping.
After 30 minutes or so, he climbed onto the back of my chair, another favourite spot and stretched out snoozing, breathing easily. Of course, I went through everything I could think of, checking all his organs, his blood and everything was fine, except for his microbes. I watched him closely, as he slept as if it was just another day, until his breathing changed and he began to gasp. He refused water, jaws clamped shut, and I knew he wasn’t going to make it. I called Dean who was just heading home, 20 minutes away, but I already knew he would be too late.
I held Mr Luigi for the last time, so lightly so he didn’t feel any constriction and I held him to face the east, as Dexter taught me. He yowled as his spirit tore itself from his body and he spasmed and stretched to ease the pain. I kissed him as he took his last breath. Dean arrived five minutes later.
It all happened so fast – we were stunned. Yet I never doubted the provenance of the medicine and the magnificence of the healing we were honoured to receive. As we buried his little cat-body, through my tears I saw the spectres of guilt, blame and bitterness closing in and I let them pass right through my heart, with nothing but Love.
Maia is taking it hard. She is in deep grief, as they were together all the time. They were not related, but from the same colony at the ‘crazy cat farm’ and she was about two months older than him. He was her boy. I keep expecting to see his cute face peering around the corner and the somatic sensory feeling of loss brings on more healing tears, We will have to find another companion for Maia soon.
Now, when I think of the Spanish Inquisition, there is no contraction or negative charge. Mr Luigi, the Magician, has over-written that chapter with an impeccable coup de grace that could not have happened without his transition. We had to experience the intense emotions of the end of his physical life in a positive way, with nothing but Love, gratitude and wonder, to complete the over-write.
It rained for three days after Mr Luigi left his body. Then on the third night, the clouds disappeared and the stars were breathtaking. The atmosphere was electric and none of us could sleep much, every cell in my body was vibrating. This morning, just before I sat down to write this, I saw a pair of storks circling the garden and I felt the joy of their reunion, after their long migration. Tears of gratitude flowed, as my auric egg cracked open and I melted into the Love of Mr Luigi and the Earth, together again.
PS: Dean locked himself out of the truck in the supermarket car park today. Miraculously, he managed to find a couple of guys who knew the old-school wire trick to open the door. He has made the switch.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray. Rumi
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