The quantum half of me

Rhiannon’s Wisdom

In Celtic Wales long, long before the Romans invaded, Rhiannon had been a Druid high priestess. Later, in Norman England, Rhiannon was a healer. Still later, in the reign of Henry VIII, Rhiannon was burned as a witch. Throughout her many lifetimes, Rhiannon has always been a woman. On the other hand, I, as the lower half of this duality, have always been masculine.

Rhiannon has always been known by the ancient Celtic name of Rhiannon because that is the name of her soul.

Rhiannon is the upper half of me, while I am the lower consciousness bound with finite limitations. I can learn new things: I can evolve; while Rhiannon, like my upper half of mind, can’t.

She is the wise soul with all the memories of all our shared lives to draw on. She can guide me: but only after I evolved to the point where I could consciously ‘reach out’ to her. Once at that special point in the evolution of the mind and soul, I was able to receive insights, insights, ideas and inspirations from her.

In alternate life cycles or ‘reincarnations’, Rhiannon and I reverse roles.

If you’re confused by that, it’s no more than it was when I first discovered Rhiannon, the other ‘half’ of me.

You see, as a hypnotherapist specializing in regression therapy, I was used to clients unexpectedly jumping into memory fragments of their past lives. It also happens to clients of many of my contemporaries around the world, some of whom have written fascinating books about it.

However, although clients remember lives of both sexes, when I began my still unfinished biography, writing in a state of semi-trace, all the lives I remembered were of men.

I never gave it a thought. Until one day, a young client spontaneously and effortlessly regressed through many, many fascinating lifetimes in session after session, all of them female. When I asked her about this while she was still under hypnosis, she replied: ‘I have always been a woman. I like being a woman.

This gave me pause for thought, so during my self-hypnosis sessions I focused on remembering my own female incarnations. There were many: and then I found: Rhiannon.

Even now his voice is clear in my mind as he speaks mind to mind. A much wiser person than I am, Rhiannon has stayed with me for many years. Perhaps, in reality, she is only a very small percentage of what Seth is to the famous Jane Roberts, but Rhiannon, at least to me, means so much.

When I write, Rhiannon writes with me. When I am lost and ‘catch up’ with her wisdom, she is always there.

But then where else could it be? Rhiannon is, after all, my other half.

I finally learned that we all have our own ‘Rhiannon’, our own higher mind of the opposite sex to advise us: when we learn to ‘reach out’ that is.