Over Christmas, I spent 5 days in Paris with my French husband and our son. At one point, I was in the kitchen of my (French) mother-in-law’s flat, cooking dinner for my hubby and son, my sister-in-law and her three sons.
It was a recipe that my mother had cooked for me, back in the day, when I was growing up in Hobart, Tasmania. Back then, when I lived in Sandy Bay, Hobart, I could only DREAM of one day living in Paris. And I did dream about it, a lot!
Anyone who knows me from those days would tell you, I was pretty obsessed with the idea of Paris. I had pictures of it on my wall, and sticky taped to my books. I just wanted to be there.
The idea of anything French attracted me. I even studied French all the way through high school and matric, even though I don’t think I was naturally talented at it. I was just obsessed and determined. I went on to major in it at Uni, if you don’t mind, through sheer bloody-mindedness.
Quite often when I am in Paris, I suddenly go outside my body a little bit and see how my thoughts, my passions, my dreams and my emotions created this life. Anyone can do it. It’s just a matter of what we obsess about!
I sort of left my body a bit while cooking that dinner. The 14 year old in Hobart was suddenly connected to the (cough!)-year-old in Paris. I could see the links through the ethers almost.
All this makes sense when you put it in the context explained by Anita Moorjani in her awesome book Dying To Be Me, which her publishers sum up as “After fighting cancer for almost four years, Anita Moorjani crossed over into the afterlife and miraculously came back to share her experience!”
In the book, Anita tells about how she realised, while on ‘the other side’, that our lives were really, truly and 100% a projection of our thoughts.
Read the book for more info about that, and believe me, there is a lot more in the book than just that info – but that was the info the hit me sideways.
I knew it intuitively. And once I read that Anita had confirmed this while ‘on the other side’, my life was changed. I can totally see how I ended up cooking the meal from my childhood in Tasmania for my French family.
I hope this little bit of info will give you something to think about! As Neptune moves through Pisces, it’s time for us all to start to understand these mysteries and how that work on this side and ‘the other’.
Yasmin xxx
