I recently had a fan ask if I had ever published my most challenging psychic experience. The answer is yes and no. There have been a few that were challenging. However, one is published. In “Handbook For Our Future Parents” by Oberon Zell, on page 31, you will find “The Passing” by Cat Gina Cole.
The Handbook for our future parents is an amazing book, chock full of resources and personal stories for self-discovery and parents of Pagan children. My chapter, The Passing, confirms the concept of reincarnation as a personal spiritual reality. It tells of the transfer of ancestral knowledge and life experience from one generation to the next, from a real experience.
The Passing tells how an incarnation can be an ancestor passing knowledge and life experiences to the next, and part of a continuous spiritual lineage. The Passing explores our spiritual understanding and the profound nature of life and ancestral knowledge.
The Passing was challenging for me because I was lucidly going through an intense astral travel while simultaneously dealing with the knowledge that my Grandmother was dying, and learning new knowledge about myself and my family. The Grandmother I speak about in this article is the woman who took my mom in after her bio parents passed away, and was the only Grandma I knew growing up. So, for the inquiring fan and all my readers, I will post a revision of The Passing.
The Passing
By Cat Gia Cole
Ever wonder if reincarnation is real or not? I certainly had. While being raised in a closed magical family tradition, I had been taught about reincarnation. It was spoken of as real, and I had read about it in Edgar Cayce’s books, none of which gave me the concrete proof I was seeking, so the mystery remained.
One night while staying with my Grandma, I had this “dream.” It seemed so real. Startled, I woke panting, all tangled in my blankets, fighting to get free of them. In the dream, I was in a village that was being invaded, and I saw myself being killed by an invader.
Later at the breakfast table, Grandma took one look at me and said, “Rough night?” Still shaken, I sat down and told her about the dream. Right then, she took the time to teach me about past lives and reincarnation.
She began by telling me what Unverified Personal Gnosis was. It is an event one experiences that cannot be verified by others but is real and true for the person experiencing it. She explained that past lives and reincarnation are considered a UPG. She explained that incarnation is an opportunity for an ancestor to pass information and experiences on to the next generation. Which is something I had only heard of happening in primal tribal communities.
Then she told me of “The Passing.” She described the passing as an event that occurs when an elder is dying and they “Pass on” all their knowledge to the next in line, which is all part of reincarnation. She discussed it as a fact of life, to me, then just 19 years old, but it remained an unknown mystery to me as I grew up. I was in my thirties and four hundred miles from grandma, with all her mysterious talk far from my mind, when the passing occurred.
It was a day like any other. I went to work, made dinner, and so on, but that night as I slept, Grandma called to me. Astrally, I was transported to her bedside, where it was very clear she lay dying. She reached for my hand and said, “I must show you.”
As I took her hand, we were transported to a foreign land in her past. We held hands and watched as people fled their homes. They were bundled up, carrying what they could, their children following, or with babies bound to their chests with scarves. I saw a child crying over dead parents who died on the trail. I watched the child get carried away by another adult as they screamed and cried for their parents. I cried too.
“This is where our people come from,” Grandma said. Her words shook me from the intensity. “This is Poland, after the Great War, but the fighting never stopped. We were never safe. This is what our people call the trail of souls.” As I watched, I felt heartbreaking sadness from Grandma as she spoke. “You see that screaming child taken from her dead parents, that was me. Before I could respond, she had turned away, my heart now breaking for her too.
More images began to flash clairvoyantly in my mind like clips of an old movie: a young girl playing with flowers, then she was in school. It was Grandma’s life flashing before us, a reminder she was dying in real life.
Then the images changed, and we were now in a barren land, dust blowing around a clapboard home. Once inside the house, I saw a flash of Grandma as a twenty-year-old woman pregnant, the next moment, she had a baby in her arms. In the room were the Roberts, whom I had always known as my bio grandparents. I recognized them from old photos as they had passed before I was born.
As I watched, my bio-grandparents took Grandma and her child in. I saw where they raised the child as their own, as Grandma was a friend helping out the household. It was 1932, according to the calendar on the wall shown to me, the year my mother was born. This was significant, and I could not believe what the vision was implying.
The scene shifted again, and as my eyes adjusted, I could tell we were in a cave. There I saw a long line of people to the right and left as far as the eye could see in either direction. As each one walked by, I got a glimpse of their life, what they were, how they lived, and what they knew. I could see and feel it all flowing into me through an energetic wave accompanied by clairvoyant glimpses of each.
Every one of them was some kind of oracle, visionary, magician, mage, wise woman, monk, and so on. Grandma left me even more stunned when she said, “They are all you now. This is your line, their knowledge, their lives are now your lives, your knowledge, and now you have mine too.” I cried.
But before I could respond, we were transported back to her bedroom, where I was holding her hand and crying. “Let go, girl,” she said, “stop fussing, you have work to do.” She patted my hand, smiled, and let out her last breath, and I sobbed.
Four hundred miles away, I woke up crying out for my Grandmother. An hour later, the phone rang. Mom called to tell me Grandma had passed,” I know,” I said, “how?” she asked, “It was the passing mom, she gave me the passing I stammered. “So, you know then, everything?” “Yeah, mom, everything.”
My dreams for the next month or two were loaded with past-life dreams, mine, Grandma’s, and those of the many ancestors we have been before. The passing was much the same as I held my mom when she passed in 2010. In each, more magic and family traditional knowledge came, and so the passing goes.
