This is the last part of a 3-day series. Click here to view all posts in the series.
About 2 days late, sorry about that 🙂
I woke up and rushed out of the tent quickly, as this was my last day. I really wanted to take it all in this day. Every day there are new workshops that you can do.
These workshops vary from technology, entrepreneurship to philosophy and spirituality. Today was the first day I actually could do them all day.
I decided to only focus on the low-tech workshops (that didn’t have anything to do with technology or entrepreneurship).
As I walked still half-asleep to the panel with the workshops for today, I couldn’t really pick one. A nice lady behind me shouted “Who’s in for yoga?!”.
“Great!” I thought, now we got something going on!
About an hour later we were back at the main campsite, the yoga in the morning really helped to wake up, I even decided to keep doing it at home as replacement to morning gymnastics because it’s less intense but gives the same result. I think it’s around 10 in the morning now.
I don’t remember if the second workshop was first or the breakfast. Needless to say, the breakfast was very good, as was the lunch. This was the first day I actually could eat breakfast or lunch without being in a hurry. I think there were more than 4 different kinds of bread and around 10 different things you can put on it. So for everyone’s taste there was something.
The second and my last official workshop was a spiritual one, called “Travel to your past life”. Now I would like to mention first that you don’t have to believe in reincarnation. For me, if something brings you the feeling you intended to get out of it, from that point, it doesn’t matter if it’s real or not anymore. I can understand that most of my readers would lose me from this point on 🙂 All I can say, I would lose it too if I would read this without being there myself. So try to focus on the result and the feelings rather than on the believes, if that’s not your thing.
We were with a big group, I think around 20 people isn’t exaggerated.
We gathered around a tent in the main campsite, the instructor, called Anita, introduced us to the workshop. We were explicitly warned that not everyone could travel to their past live because of the large amount of people that joined today, and moved to the same location as where the yoga took place in the morning.
I’m not going trough everything we have done there, as that would make the post too long, so we focus only on the first and a bit on the second person who got a reading before we move to my experience.
After everyone sat in circles around Anita, the first lady who got a reading was chosen. She lied down next to Anita (who was sitting besides her) and trough different routines she was able to read what the unconscious mind was telling you. Every time she tells a century like ‘1500’ and by lifting your arm she could tell if that was the year your past life was in.
After a while, the girl was able to describe where she was and what she was feeling. I noticed that she was more capable to describe her feelings than her surroundings (which sort of kept being the same throughout the process). She told us that she was being betrayed by her husband at that time and killed by the villagers.
I was a bit shocked by how much it got her. You could see the fear on her face. At that point, I didn’t really wanted to go myself anymore.
After that was done, there was another process where you would accept what happened. So basically ‘forgive’ your past self. At that point everything seemed OK again.
After that another girl got a reading, she had a much more relaxing past life (in a cave eating a raw rabbit) which was also described much by feeling (she said “I can taste blood” before actively describing her surroundings) which made me more eager to try it myself again, since nothing really happened.
The third person was chosen in a different matter. Anita used the energy of everyone in the group with 1 chosen ‘medium’ (which was me) to ‘vote’ who would go next.
Eventually Anita was asking if I would want to go (which my unconscious mind would answer) and it said yes. So here we go!
I was lying there, where 2 people before me had good and more fearful experiences. I was asked to focus on a giant gate where I would go trough, to find my past life behind that gate. The thing didn’t open for me, but I looked up. I saw something that resembles a hot air balloon. A moment later I was in some sort of shed, in a small village, it looked like the middle-east. It was very hot, there was a lot of sun as well. I saw a man in the shed that looked like me, but darker skin and longer hair. I knew it was me, not because I recognized him, but he had that look. That look what I have too when I’m working on a brand new startup idea. He had that too, even more than I had actually. In front of him was the balloon. It looked like a bad quality version of the ones today. The balloon was hard, made of leather, the basket was very badly made, you could see the floor trough it.
My shed was open, people walked outside, they didn’t really care about me, but did leave me alone. This was a comforting feeling to me, and I was happy.
So overall a great past life! Everything I describe, I said out loud while I was in my past life, so the other people could hear it.
I felt a handshake (like physical in my right hand) but I knew it wasn’t real. I focused on my right hand in my past life and a man was there. He didn’t speak but I could feel what he was doing there, we was a friend that helped me and came looking how it was going.
Anita brought me a bit forward in time. We were at some sort of smaller version of the Grand Canyon. There I was, with the man and some sort of wooden cart that I think carried the balloon. The balloon was in the center between us. I could feel the thrills.
Then the whole thing turned.
My past self was doing something, where I myself was thinking “am I really that stupid?”. I couldn’t believe what was going on. I didn’t want to describe it in front of everyone, without knowing if it actually was happening. I was dragging the balloon on top of a hill and jumped off of it with the balloon.
Then the images stopped coming. I couldn’t see what happened but I knew it very well. I died in the crash. I broke down because of this. My eyes were filling with tears, not because that I saw some sort of death, but that I was so ambitious there, real or not, it was a manifestation of me, that I wanted to give my own life for the balloon to make it work.
Moral of the story
After the past life workshop, I kept thinking about it. I saw it as a symbol. The balloon could have been anything else.
I am very ambitious, I don’t know how to give up, I failed a lot of projects and yet I keep going and keep learning and it never wears me down.
When is that too much? How long does it take for me to ‘crash’?
That was what kept me thinking.
The rest of the day was going really well, I talked to a few people, we still got a part of the ball pit set up!
When it was time to go, I arranged a lift to the station, and left with a whole bunch of new experiences, and thinking how I would write about them.
I started this 3-day series to encourage open-minded, smart people to organize meetups like this. Be yourself, get years worth of self-reflection in just a few days, and have fun while doing it.
I’ve been to a lot of meetings myself and the bottom-line is usually the same. Go do some networking, make sure you up to date with what’s happening in your industry etc. And while that is important, this will never let you be truly yourself around the people around you, even if they are like-minded.
You’ve read the last part of my story, let this be the start of yours!