Sangoma: Discovering a Past Life in Africa

Sangoma: Discovering a Past Life in Africa

I have been experiencing increasingly troublesome problems with my eyes recently….well when I think about it, the dilemma has haunted me my whole life. Since I was a little girl I have shut my eyes off. And yes I say shut my eyes off, because we are internally in control of our external problems. I agree for some this is a bold statement and hard to grasp, but thats a whole other topic for another post ūüėČ

My vision started to go when I was five years old, glasses where introduced and slowly each year the prescription worsened. Soon I was in bifocals by the third grade and in my first pair of contacts by my fifth year. To top it off I had a lazy eye that needed correction through months of gruesome eye therapy. The disappearance of my vision continued and now here I am, 23 and legally blind, with astigmatism in both eyes, and at high risk for glaucoma and retina detachment.

These past few months I have struggled to keep my contacts in, now my eyes won’t even allow self correction! I have developed a painful case of ¬†Giant Papillary Conjunctivitis (a common issues among contact wearers) and am ban from using my glasses for three weeks.

Anyways, enough with the woe-is-me tale and on to the good stuff!

The session was originally intend to treat my TMJ but I had mentioned my eye struggles and in the last three minutes of our session she tipped her toes in the ocean of complications that are my eyes. What she unearthed in the mysterious depths was incredible. She instantly had a huge hit (an intuitive sensation, vision, or psychic knowledge) of my past life as an extremely old and powerful Witch Doctor/Medicine Woman!

My eyes were a milky-white, cloudy blind and my hair was an untamed grey. My other senses had developed so gloriously that I could see without the use of my eyes. Jean then explained that I have an attachment to my past life, that leads myself to believe I need to be blind to see. To see all that is unseen.

So desperate to become the Seer everyone tells me I am, I manifest the dissolve of my human vision. After my session, I know this self sabotage is unnecessary. Now I write to demystify my past self.

“A¬†witch doctor¬†was originally a type of healer who treated ailments believed to be caused by witchcraft.[1]¬†It is currently used to refer to¬†healers, particularly in¬†third world¬†regions, who use¬†traditional healing¬†rather than¬†contemporary medicine.” -Wikipedia
“A¬†medicine man¬†or¬†medicine woman¬†is a¬†traditional healer¬†and spiritual leader among American Indians, or¬†Native Americans¬†in the United States and¬†First Nations¬†in Canada.” -Wikipedia
After reading further about Witch Doctors, Medicine Women and their history all around the world, I can’t help but shake the¬†intuition¬†that I was an African Witch Doctor.
“The witch doctors¬†in¬†Africa¬†are known as¬†sangomas¬†in southern Africa. The¬†Oxford English Dictionarystates that the first use of the term¬†witch doctor¬†to refer to African¬†shamans¬†(i.e.¬†medicine men) was in 1836 in a book by¬†Robert Montgomery ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†Martin” -Wikipedia

I was a Sangoma.

Yes. The more I write the more I know. Sangoma.

“Traditional healers of South Africa¬†are practitioners of¬†traditional African medicine¬†in¬†Southern Africa. They fulfill different ¬†social and political roles in the community, including¬†divination,¬†healing¬†physical, emotional and¬†spiritual illnesses, directing ¬†birth or ¬† death¬†rituals, finding lost cattle, protecting warriors, counteracting¬†witches, and narrating the history, cosmology, and myths of their tradition.”- Wikipedia

Now I strive to dive deeper, to unearth the power I’m so readily told is in me. I am an eager child, ready for her treat! I want to see, I want these powers. I envy people who can see what I cannot. I know that to achieve this I need to release. Let go and let be. Sometimes we need to relinquish control in life to allow what “is” to flood in.
For now I detach myself from this past life and know I do not have to lose my site to embrace my gifts.  I release my envy of those who have the gift of sight. I will meet them when my time comes.
Your gifts will find you when its time. It is all divinely planned. It is all eloquently laid out, the blueprint of our lives. We can unearth past-lives, discover, heal and educate ourselves, but ultimately we have no control. We are EXACTLY where we are meat to be, at this very moment, quirks and all.


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