We continue on for a while and then she has me say again, “It’s safe to be seen.” This time when I repeat the statement my arm stays strong. Finally, I’m willing to be seen. No more hiding. No more being blocked by this past lifetime.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Lighter. It’s still strange for me to talk like this: about past lifetimes and being aware of different energies, like we talked about last time. But so much of what we talk about is also so familiar…” I pause as I realize how all that we have talked about is so “light” and true for me.

“But every time I told the doctors about these things—the whispers and the wind and even that experience with the thunderstorm I told you about—they told me it was all part of my craziness.”

Dr. P looks right into my eyes and says, “Lauren, you weren’t crazy. You were remembering. There’s a difference.”

I stop breathing; the certainty of her words grab my breath away. I wasn’t crazy. I was remembering. This feels light to me.

“So I was remembering…?”

“Yes. You were—and are—remembering the gifts you had from past lifetimes. You once knew how to communicate with these energies and ‘whispers’. You once knew that communion with the trees and land around you was natural, instinctual. You once had capacities—or skills—for hearing the truth of what was going on for someone beyond the words they said. The mismatch between those—the words and energies—probably had you feel crazy in this lifetime!”

I nod.

“You weren’t crazy though. You never were. You were remembering all these gifts you had but you didn’t have any way of knowing how to use them. It’s like you were a sculptor with all these blocks of clay—all this raw material—but you had no tools to shape it or work with it.”

“Wow,” I whisper. This is so different from what any of the other doctors has ever told me. Yet it feels so light.

“I’d like to learn more. I kind of want to go and get a book about witches.”

“There are bookstores full of this stuff, especially in San Francisco. I say go for it, Lauren. No one hunts witches anymore. No one will come and take you away. It is safe for you to explore. It is safe to be seen, remember? Why don’t you go check out some books and see what you find out?”

I float out of her office, knowing exactly where I’m going next. With her permission, I’m going to explore.