While visiting friends of mine for a holiday, my boyfriend suddenly bent me over the huge arm of the leather sofa and started spanking me. It felt like a joke of being a bad kid at Christmas time. I was hollering for him to let me up. My friends in the kitchen glanced our way but sensed no danger, they told me later.
I had received enough whooping’s, as Mom called them, in this lifetime. I didn’t want any more. When I was released and stood up, before I knew what had happened, I punched him in the solar plexus, which is between the rib cage and the stomach. It was a rapid sharp punch: a martial arts move.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” I said calmly as he was dropping to his knees. I was shocked. I didn’t know where this sudden move came from or how I knew such a technique. It was like a trigger was suddenly pulled.
Later that night in the car, I asked him about the incident.
“It was well placed.” he said.
“I thought maybe you were playing. I didn’t realize I had knocked the breath out of you” I said as he was a prankster.
“No, I wasn’t pretending, it was a punch well placed,” he said again.
I was amazed I could deliver such a punch as it came out of the blue. It felt like I knew what I was doing on some level. My feelings were centered and calm, the move was smooth and precise.
An answer to this question of my skills came at an event with my sister Sammie. We had been invited to the lovely home of a friend of hers who is a homeopathic doctor and a Buddhist. After our home cooked meal, she invited us to her meditation/contemplation room complete with sitting pillows. After we got settled, she started to sing a long chant I was unfamiliar with. I decided to listen, focus my attention on my third eye which is between the eyebrows, and close my eyes to see where the sound of this chant took me. And, it did – to a place I had never been or remembered being.
The walls were large grey blocks, the floors were grey also. A long narrow window was high up on the wall of this roundish room. I could see it snowing outside. The room was not cold even though there was no glass in this window.
My boyfriend and I, the one I had punched, were in black martial arts clothing, sparring. We were in a match like on TV, serious sparring which ended when the chant stopped. She said we had been sitting there about twenty minutes which seemed almost like an instant.
This experience felt real like a dream of flying you remember for days. Afterwards, I was in a daze. I didn’t say anything to anyone as I was in a state of wonderment. When I got home, all I could do was sit and stare at the walls as I knew something extraordinary had happened to me.
The confirmation came later when I was at a meeting where the book ECK Wisdom Temples, Spiritual Cities, & Guides: A Brief History was being passed around. There was a drawing of the place I had experience the sparring incident. It was the Katsupari Monastery Temple of Golden Wisdom in northern Tibet. It had a window just like the one I had seen in my inner experience except this view was from the outside.
My knowingness told me I was being shown where I had been during the contemplation of the sparring on the inner planes. This book was a validation of where I had been. I was being shown one of the mysteries of my life on other planes and other times. An awareness of martial arts I brought with me into this special lifetime was shown by these three experiences.