I am passionately in love with Freiburg. This region in Germany is in the Black Forest and is home to wooded mountain ranges, thick forests, conifers and gentle-spirited rivers.
Freiburg is also home to an array of other-worldly beings: fairies, tree spirits and gnomes, and when I’m out on my woodland walks, I often encounter them.
The Black Forest is a portal to the other-worlds. In this area, one can easily step across the threshold separating the earth plane and the spiritual planes and see what is usually hidden from our physical eyes. This area is renowned for its spiritual magic.
But this isn’t the only reason I’m in love with Freiburg.
I love it because I’ve loved it for thousands of years. We’ve been having a love affair throughout the ages, and even after all these lives, my soul is still bringing me back here.
I first became aware of my ancient connection to Freiburg in 2003, when a friend chaperoned us through the town.
As we made our way along the river, visiting boutiques and quaint wooden shops selling French cheeses dipped in beeswax, dried lavender bundles, truffles, bretzels and leather, we finally arrived at the heart of the city.
Taking a break, I went to rest against the side of a tower but then noticed a gorgeous gold religious design just above my head. I reached my gloved hand out to touch it, and as we connected, the design and I, I felt a jolt and was transported to another era.
The next part of this story is difficult for me to describe because it’s hard to relay experiences occurring simultaneously and in multiple time layers in a sequential manner that is necessary to written and spoken communication. But I will do my best.
I experienced – at the same time – many of my past lives, and all of these lives occurred in the Black Forest area.
First I saw myself as a large woman with dark eyes and hair, holding a newborn baby. Wrinkled and dewy, I pressed it to my chest and thanked God for giving me this child.
At the same time, in another life, I am a child, running through the forest, my long, amber hair streaking behind me in flight. My brother is chasing me, and I dare not let him catch me, I crouch behind a large stone, giggling, calming my breathing.
“Helena,” he called through the woods, “Where are you?” I laugh, and feeling wicked, grab a handful of moss to throw at him when he comes past.
Now another life comes to: I am sitting at a large table laden with fruits of the season, meats, cheeses and wine. I’m a young woman dressed in an emerald-coloured gown, attending the celebration of my sister’s birthday.
I can feel the flush of the wine on my cheeks, the stiffness of my long dress, the cold coming up from the ground.
My lover walks towards me holding a bouquet of poppies, his dark eyes soft and loving. Just before he reaches me, he throws the flowers down before me, and says, “How about a walk in the woods?”, picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder.
And now, I’m an old man, whittling on the back porch, making a toy for my grandson. My hands are large and rough, and I feel warm and well.
As I look up, I see a flock of birds fly over the top of the Black Forest, crossing over the dusky stillness of a passing day. I sigh. I feel one with life. I’m home.
Like a silver thread running through the lineage of my past soul incarnations that I’d had here, the Black Forest had always kept me safe and held me dear.
And these are just some of the past lives I relived that I spent in the Black Forest……
Freiburg isn’t the only place that I’ve experienced deja vu, though. I’ve had it in other cities of the world, and Freiburg isn’t the only “portal” I’ve experienced.
In the outback of Australia, I’ve I felt the power of the desert pulsate and have seen huge auras of energy around sacred water holes and caves.
I’ve seen and spoken to mer-people and have watched water spirits dart in and out of the waves at many different beaches. I’ve even met a giant (yes, giants exist) on a cliff in the Canary Islands, but none of these places have ever held that magic for me that the Black Forest does.
We’re eternally connected, and I’m so grateful to be back here once again.
In White Light,