Hanging about on 9

Reincarnation story told by a spirit guide

Otto’s Cap

This post is a reincarnation story and a psychic story all rolled in to one. In my continuing quest to learn how the spiritual world works, I made my quarterly visit to my psychic trainer Brenda Posani for another reading. My specific objective was to interact with my spirit guide Morton. I wanted to learn more about him and to try to establish a more personal relationship with him. If you read my book, you will recall that Brenda introduced me to Morton several years ago in another reading, describing a scene where he was having an egg fight with another guide named Gulliver. Brenda told me then that Morton was my main guide.
Many psychics do have personal relationships with their spirit guides because they can have a 2 way dialogue with them. I do not have this luxury because my psychic messages are limited to yes and no answers. It’s hard to establish a conversation when all you can receive is a simple yes or no. This limitation requires that I initiate all questions with my guide (or any spirit) and it would take a tremendous amount of time to get any interesting information from him. I had used Brenda in the past to have conversations with my deceased father and that worked out very well as my Dad would pretty much communicate in simple English sentences without much symbolism. My hope was that I could set up the same type of dialogue with Morton. I thought it would be helpful to find out about his most important prior lives to get some context about him and why he was assigned to me.
On May 1st during a meditation session at home, I asked Morton if was up for an interview through Brenda, I received a yes response from him. I then asked if I should make an appointment with Brenda the next day which was a Thursday and the answer was no. When I suggested Friday, Morton agreed. I then booked a 2:00 PM appointment with Brenda through her website.
On the Friday morning of my reading, I took the opportunity to go the outdoor gun range at Delaware State Park. (No, I am not getting off on a tangent; my gun range activities that day had a spiritual connection.) My mission was to break in my new M-16 assault shotgun. The shotgun looks and feels like a regular army M-16 assault rifle except that it shoots shot gun ammo. To get the semi-automatic feature to work correctly, the gun’s manual said that you have to shot at least 100 rounds through it to break it in. Since I was going to the range anyway, I brought along some of my German WW2 weapons, the MP-40 submachine gun and my Walther P-38 pistol to also shoot. Since it was a fairly warm day, I wore cargo pants shorts, hiking boots, a solid gray T-shirt and to literally “top it off”, my wool gray-green WW2 German Edelweiss cap. Why did I wear that cap? Maybe by wearing the cap I wore in my immediate past life, I was trying to call upon that life’s military skills to help me with my new unfamiliar gun. Anyway, my look that morning was “military casual.” As usual, I got a late start to get to the range which is a 30 minute drive from home. I had an enjoyable time shooting all three of the guns, but I had to hustle back to get to my appointment with Brenda. I had just enough time to drive back home to stow my weapons back into my gun safe, but I had to take the short drive to Brenda’s office in the same clothes that I wore to the range. I think I faintly smelled of burnt gunpowder. I barely made it to Brenda’s office on time.
Bursting through her door at 2:00 pm, we went to her office to begin the reading. I told Brenda that I had already set up an interview with Morton and that I wanted to have a conversation with him. It did not take long for Brenda to make the connection with Morton, but unfortunately, he was not going to communicate in simple sentences like my dad. He instead stayed with symbolic language.
Brenda reported, “He keeps saying, “Hanging about on nine”. What does that mean?” To help solve this mystery, she then asked me what the ninth planet in our solar system was.
“I don’t know, its Neptune or Pluto”
“Maybe he’s hanging around that planet,” pondered Brenda.
Many times you receive symbolic messages that you just cannot decipher immediately. I tried to move on by asking Morton a question, but Brenda replied that Morton kept on repeating the phrase, “Hanging about on 9”.
Since Morton was being persistent about it, I knew I had to put greater effort into figuring out his message.
“Maybe he is talking about me instead,” I ventured.
“Ok, what does the number nine mean to you?” asked Brenda.
I had to think about that question, because nothing immediately hit me. Then I made the connection.
“The subtitle to my book is “the true story of a man who found nine of his past lives”. If you take those nine lives and put them in chronological order, my World War 2 life as Otto the German Sergeant would be life 9. My guide is obviously referring to me reenacting my “ninth life” this morning by going to the gun range and shooting the very same weapons that I shot in my prior life. Plus I was wearing the same cap Otto would have. It’s fascinating to realize that he was watching my activities that morning and had the wit to make a funny comment about it.
With that funny revelation, we were able to move on where Morton revealed that he was once an explorer in two of his past lives as a Viking, crewing with Leif Eriksson and later was a Spanish conquistador in South America. In a future blog post, I will reveal what Morton’s exploration background has to do with me. All I can say is that after this life, he is going to take me somewhere fascinating!

Frank Mares

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