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,
Belinda
I experienced Uluru (Ayres Rock) in Central Australia as a ‘power place’. There is something very mystical and powerfully spiritual in that amazing rock. It almost felt like the rock was a giant living breathing object. No wonder it is a sacred place to the local aboriginal community, as it should be respected as sacred to all mankind.
Hi Rhondda,
Thank you for sharing.
I’ve been there too. What a powerful place!
It is a very sacred place Rhondda. It is also the solar plexus chakra of our planet and most definitely why you feel it is living and breathing – because it is. . Have a look at http://www.earthchakras.org for a wealth of information on this and other sacred earth chakra sites around the world.
Ja, Belinda, es gibt wunderbare Kraftplätze in und um Freiburg herum. Ich liebe die Ottilienkapellen – sowohl in Freiburg als auch im Elsaß – St Odile – nicht nur wegen der Heilkraft für die Augen. Dann gibt es noch im Hotzenwald in der Nähe von St Blasien einen besonderen Ort : wenn ich dort bin, spüre ich einen `heiligen`Schauer in meiner Wirbelsäule und danach eine angenehme Vitalität
Oh, wie schoen.
Hi Belinda,
I felt so touched ! I have from my childhood days felt drawn to the Black Forest, because it is such a special place and even now I would love to move there, but not to Freiburg, even tough it is a lovely city. Bad Herrenalb is further to the north. It is like coming home, when I go up there and it is only my fear of being isolated there, which keeps me from going. I’ve always thought that it is the laylines, which go parallel to the Rhine Valley, along the ridges, which makes it feel such a special place. Even here, close to the Odenwald, you can feel the power places. If I go up into hills I feel topsy, like I had more than one glas champagne. Sometimes, when I come to places with a lot of history, I feel drawn into another dimension, but nothing like as vivid as you describe. Thanks anyway for sharing. Love Beatrice
Hi Beatrice,
I know that champagne bubbly feeling.
Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful blog, Belinda, thank you. Had a similar experience in Hampton Court Palace, London. Just a glimpse when walking around the palace that I had been here before, all powdered wigs, crinolines, intrigues – it felt familiar! Also my heart belonged in bygone years to France, love its history, language, Cathar spirituality and countryside. I’ve spent many months on the island of Kefalonia in Greece and on the mainland. I was very much at home in Delphi and Olympia , strong impressions of ‘belonging’ and being ‘at home’.
Thank you Mavis.
So, interesting…
My beautiful daughter sees faeries, just a frigment of her imagination according to others but we know they are real. She writes them notes and makes houses for them and corrects people about how big they are. Along with her angels and “grey people”. How thrilled she will be to read your post tomorrow! So glad you are having a fab time in Germany!
Hi Suzi,
Yes, my “imaginary friends” were also figments of my imagination but now people ask me to talk to them! So glad things are changing.
Wow! Amazing story! I want to hear more about the mer people! Where were they? I would love to experience that 🙂 thanks for sharing this xx
Hi Bonnie,
Yes, the mer-people are fascinating. I’II write a blog about them soon…
Yes please Belinda, tell us some more about the mermaids! :p
Oh Belinda, I love reading this as it reignites my passion for all things magical in this world!
I truly believe that there is a portal in the back corner of my yard – and the next time you come through the States, I’d love to welcome you for a visit to my home here in Los Angeles so you can experience it!
As I am only just now opening up my sensitivities to the other worlds in this lifetime, I have yet to have a vivid deja vu experience as yours – but I do trust that I will experience it again and can’t wait to share it with you when I do :).
That’s amazing. A portal in your backyard. Do you use it?
Belinda, thank you, what a beautiful post, as I read through your descriptions I can almost smell the trees. More than anything I love being in forest areas – they just seem to pulse with magic. Like Rhondda I also love Uluru, it is such an incredibly, powerful, mystical and sacred place.
I love this post. I’m still floating after reading it…
Hi Belinda,
Whilst I’ve yet to experience flashbacks to past lives, I frequently experience deja vu- to the point that the power of it had been known to stop me mid sentence!
But something quite ‘weird’ happened to my husband when he was about 8 years old. He can still recall the moment like it was yesterday… He and another boy were playing in the yard, then they both knelt down and picked up a blade of grass. At that moment they both looked at each other and said ‘this has happened before’. At the time they didn’t know it to be ‘deja vu’ but they both knew it was something special and a brief moment of something very ‘out of this world.’ Do you know of anyone having the same ‘deja vu’ moment Belinda??
Hi Melissa,
Yes, I have heard of people sharing a deja vu moment. It happened to me too.