Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia
A few years back I started bantering with my twin flame with our telepathy. I started using a Russian accent for some strange reason. My twin flames thoughts mirrored mine and he decided to copy me. Thus we bantered playfully. My twin flame was the Famous Norwegian Poet Herman Wildenvey. Otherwise known to me as Aaradon as his spirit likes to be called. He's very flirtatious, but unlike me he has a jealous streak that can be quite bothersome. Aaradon sends me visions a lot letting me know he doesn't like the male attention I am receiving. I can be just as flirtatious as him. though he is more perverted and gross.
I was with a friend, let's call her Velena, because I wish for her to remain undevotedly private. One afternoon I started talking amiably in a Russian accent. She laughed and poked fun a my uncontrol over my voice. It was like it flowed out of my mouth. I had no idea where it came from. Velena said I sounded like an old Russian lady. I smiled still confused over this strange occurrence.
Two day's ago on a thursaday a friend of mine came over who has psychic gifts. I would like to keep her name a secret as well. I just don't like publicly sharing people in my life so openly. We talked about my blog and I shared a few of them to her that day. We laughed together during some parts of them. My friend and I discussed my possible past life as a Russian, beucause I explained the night before me and Charles were conversing about communism. I finally realized I am a communist and I have always been. I have those set beliefs, that everyone deserves to be reconized for there hard work and many other communist traits I experienced within myself. The writer of Alice in wonderland's spiritual presence and me bantered back and forth calling eachother comrade and we went on a intense rant. He sounded like he was joking with me and he kept calling me Comrade, but I really for the first time realized a part of me that I had never opened up to. I have always had communist traits in this life and I was blind until I started blabbering away with Charles Dodgson's presence on Wednesday. My realizion that all my life I have been communist. Realization hit me like a fly hitting the outside of a car window. poor fly! I was literally overjoyed and completely happy that I was aware of a part of myself the lay dormant to the world. I still havn't told my mother yet, and frankly I think it might piss her off. Though that would not be my intention at all. Anyway My friend and I sat on my couch together, suddenly I spaced out and I said a word that was completely unfamiliar to me at the time. I only know one language which is English. I said the word 'hildenka.' my friend looked at me excitedly. I told her, "I don't know what that means." "you should look that up" she replied with her curious eyes twinkling merrily. And so I sat there with her. I looked up the word and realized the the word I had said meant 'princess' in another language. I was completely blown away. So my friend got a strange look in her eyes and she told me to look up the Russian royal family. So I did and I was instantly drawn to a portait of the Romanov family. I kept looking at this one girl in the photograph. in fact I was not familiar with this family. I had only seen the cartoon musical years before. but other than that I was completely unknollegable to this family or even any of Russia. Now Her face I kept staring start at it. It was like an inner knowing. I kept staring at her and I realized this is me. then I started shaking. my eyes glazed over, I saw a small girl in a bedroom with a bed and she was pleading to me, "help me Marie, Marie help me! i'm scared, Marie!!!" there we men surrounding us with weapons. the little girl who I felt was my younger sister was pulled to the floor by a man and she tried to get away. I started shaking again. fear plagued me. the vision got more intense. "Marie!!!!" the little girl screamed, "Marie! please get off me! Marie!" I stared at her as if I were her sister, infact I felt a fierce protective feeling over this little girl. but as soon as the men grabbed me, I wasn't looking through my eyes anymore. I was pulled from my body and stood there dressed in white pants and a white long sleeved shirt staring at my little sister in agony and fear for my family's suffering and the rape of my beloved sister. but I was not in my body when this occurred. I was standing looking down at my physical body and little sister being brutally tortured and I saw my higher self through the eyes of my guardian angel luke. he showed me himself watching my higher angelic self watching both my body and my sister being hurt. I was not able to feel what they did to my physical body for I was not present in there. "don't touch me! Marie!!! Help someone!" my sister screamed. then vision faded and I blinked an stared at my friend my whole body shaking and my eyes burning with tears. "my sister and I were in the bedroom when it happened, they touched us, and then we died, they killed my sister, Anastasia, my family, my brother was bashed in the head, he died." I channeled out of me. I was on the verge of tears. My body tembled. I felt so weak. my friend stared at me, "why don't you call for the Ascended masters and Archangels to help you, ask the collective to hold you with light and unconditional love, have them protect your and help heal you" she said. "okay I will" I said quietly, my whole body bursting with painful emotions. I called upon them and I felt embraced by loving presences that I could feel but could not see. suddenly I felt a group of presences enter my home. I felt it was my family, the Russian family I had once been a part of. I felt them standing there watching me. I had not felt them with me my whole life. my friend sensed they didn't know where I was. It felt nice to be with them again. then I my friend said she sensed my mother in this life had been one of my sisters in that life. So I felt that too. I became curious and looked at the family photo once more and asked then angels to please guide me to who my mother had been. I instantly gazed at the oldest sister. she even had my mothers stare and stern gaze. I looked up who she was and found that her name had been Olga. My emotions were getting worse. My friend suggested that I ask to be comforted by all my soulmates and soul family and my guides and angels in the nonphysical. That night I lay in bed and called for someone to hold me. I lay there curled on my side, staring into space trying not to cry. I instantly felt a presence lay down behind me and I felt energy based arms wrapping around me waist holding onto me lovingly, "It's alright Elizabeth I'm right here" a calm males voice said in my ear. "who is this?" I asked this presence who was comforting me, "Elizabonga, this is yogananda" I heard him reply. I relaxed in his spiritual embrace and said, "I'm scared." I felt him hold me tighter, "I love you, were all here for you, you are loved, Namaste" my guide said. "Namaste" I said back. "I love thee" I heard him said softly in my ear. "I love you too" I told my guide. "thank you yogananda for holding me, it hurts so much" I said my voice breaking. "You are welcome, you will heal from this Elizabeth" his voice replied back. he held me five minutes longer and then I no longer felt him behind me or holding me. I felt him standing beside my bed staring at me.
Yesterday I looked up my family from my past life and heard a males voice talking to me. "I love you Marie" he said. then I heard womans voice say, "Get away from your cousin. leave our daughter alone" I sensed it was Alexandra my mother from my past life. "thank you mama" I heard higher selves voice say from beside me. "You're welcome Marie, your cousin should not be making advances towards you" I heard her spirit reply. Though I was curious as to what she meant by cousin. because I had no idea who he was. I looked up the Romanov family on Wikipedia and found that my cousins name was Louis and that he had developed a crush on me and had once tried to kiss me. I didn't allow him to. I instantly had a vision of my cousin standing in front of me bending down trying to kiss my mouth. I blocked him with my hand. then the vison faded. I also read he had never gotten over his crush on me even when he died. he slept with a picture of me by his bed. I wish I could of been there to hug him. A second ago after I typed this I heard a male spirits voice say, "I would of loved that Marie."
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