QUESTION: Why am I scared of water – all kinds?
Here is the Past Life Reading and Picture for Assumpta Moloney...it's a bit grim but tell me what you think.
Assumpta Moloney
QUESTION: Why am I scared of water – all kinds?
The immediate thing people tend to think of when someone is scared of water is drowning. The mind then rushes to a shipwreck, and usually Titanic. But Assumpta’s past life led me down a different path, partly because she told me she’s scared of actual water, not particularly the sea. This does lead to drowning, but I knew there was more to it than that.
It was the hatred of feeling water going into the lungs, that was true, but there also more pain that usually felt in a drowning. Plus, I knew it was not ab accidental death. The answer came through and I wasn’t looking forward to writing this account. Keelhauling. I won’t go too deeply into the fine details of this, just enough to see why Assumpta has her fear. Suffering great pain leads to a trauma that can ‘bleed through’ in other lives.
The fear this creates can be regenerated by the situation or part of the situation of the root event being replayed. In this case the feel of water being swallowed in qualities, the feel of it freezing your skin, it matters not how deep it is or whether it’s salty of fresh, the very movement of water, even if natural can make the fear rise almost like PTSD (post-traumatic stress syndrome).
Reading: Ever since I was a young boy I loved the ocean. My father was a fisherman and I used to be allowed out with him in his boat, when the weather was calm. I was never afraid. I loved the open skies and the green water. I was born in Scalloway, the capital of Shetland in 1674. We lived in a small shack near the Castle.
At the time we were on a tiny island, totally surrounded by water, so it was no surprise to anyone that I planned to become a sailor when I was old enough. My family originally came from Norway, and arrived with their own boats, which they assembled on arrival. My name is Eivor, and my parents are Herleif and Tiril. My mother Tiril, tried a little to talk me out of my plans, but I was determined.
I couldn’t get into the British Navy but I managed to get into the Dutch Navy. I was taken on as a ‘Boy’, learning a trade, learning to be a sailor. It was a hard life, but I loved it most of the time. The crew gave the ‘Boys’ a hard time, we were the lowest of the low, running errands until late at night, going to our hammock totally exhausted.
The reason I liked the hard work, truth to tell was that I loved my parents so much, and I missed them, thought I’d have been the butt of many jokes if I’d told anyone. The hard work took my mind off home. I used to dream of going back to Scalloway a man, ready to help my father in his business, and ready to take it over when he got too old. It was never to be.
I would dream of being on the fishing boat with him, standing on the bow, looking at whales breaching. I wondered if I made the right decision, going to sea, but I’d wanted my parents to be ‘proud of me’, and now I realised that they would have been just as proud of me if I was a humble fisherman. I’d stand on the bow of the Dutch ship late in the night, staring out to sea.
I’d always known life was harsh on board, and that was something I learned to live with. I was still only young, fourteen years I had, and I was determined to be a man at the end of my two years. I wanted to become an officer, but that was nigh impossible for someone of my background. But I put my nose to the wheel and kept my head down, always doing my best to follow orders from my betters.
There came a time when the ship was taken by a storm. We battled all night, all hands on deck, and we survived, but only just. The ship came to be meters from disaster. The Captain had made bad mistakes and we’d been blown off course, almost hitting the rocks, almost wrecking on a shore I don’t know the name of. You didn’t ask questions. But I was very foolish and I did speak of it.
I said the Captain had been a fool and almost killed us all, to another Boy whom I trusted. It was foolish and I only did it because we were all awarded a tot, and I’d never had a real drink before, so I was tipsy. It turned me stupid, and I died for it. It was a most cruel way to die, because they would contrive for the sea, which was in my blood, and I loved, to kill me.
They called it keelhauling, and the word terrified me and made my blood run cold when they announced my punishment. To be true, I couldn’t believe they were really going to do it. But the Captain and his followers were cruel and evil men. I’d heard that an actual ship’s doctor had been punished this way. I never thought I would have such a fate.
I sat in the cell the brig the night before, shaking with fear. Never again would I hear my Mother’s voice, or see my Father’s smile, and what exactly I might suffer I did not know. I was a strong swimmer, and I’d learned to hold my breath for minutes at a time, and I had no fear of the water. Maybe I could survive. I knew that I’d be thrown into the sea with weights tied to my feet to stop me swimming away, which I could easily have done if not burdened so much that I would sink.
I’d be allowed to sink down past the keel of the ship, and then hauled up again the other side. I thought I might be able to do it and live, but I was still trembling with dread when they fetched me up to the decks, where every man stood, waiting to see my fate, and being deterred by it to ever speak ill of an officer.
As I was led to the pulleys and ropes all I could think of was how my parents would be heartbroken when they heard the news, probably many months from now, and how they would mourn that their son would never come home. I tried to be brave, but in the end I was alone and scared and dying of pain, until I thought I saw my mother floating in the water, bathed in light.”
What poor Eivor was not aware of was that the bottoms of the wooden ships were covered with barnacles, and the punishment consisted mainly of terrible pain, when their sharp shells cut the skin so much that it was almost enough to kill, even without the threat of drowning. Of course the water around the victim would turn red, heightening their fear.
The shock and the pain, were enough to kill. And it was the pain his soul wanted to fly from. So he died, in an element he loved, but which killed him. The feel of the water gushing into his lungs was something he’d never feared he would feel. He could see the water roiling around him like a shroud, all pink from his blood, until he saw the vision of his mother – or his angel.
And now every time Assumpter sees moving water, those memories of severe pain resurface, and because it’s associated with Eivor being in the water, dying from pain, it’s the water she’s come to fear. The pity is that if this cruel twist had not happened she would have probably come to this current life with a love of water instead of a fear. Because drowning was in the end a release from pain. The sea released him.
As it is though, knowledge is power, and now she knows that it was the cruel hand of man that committed such an atrocity, and that the element that is water, could still be a miracle to her if she lets it. By cutting the cord that holds the pain to her, she will be able to see water as liquid crystal, life-giving, bountiful, beautiful and a source of joy.
TAKE A STEP FORWARD FROM YOUR PAST!
Sometimes just knowing where your problems came from is enough to clear issues and stop problems, but sometimes you need to fully detach from aspects of the past. I had to do that myself.
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