765 years to close the circle

 

Reincarntion Story

Frank at the Dome

Here is a mind blowing reincarnation story that took 765 years to come full circle for one soul.  It all started in the 13th century in Cologne Germany.  The then ruler and Bishop of the Cologne region, Arch Bishop Konrad Von Hochstaden, perceived the need to create a bigger, more magnificent Cathedral to house the bones of the Three Magi that were brought to the City by his predecessor decades prior.  An increasing number of pilgrims were streaming to Cologne to venerate the relics and Konrad saw the opportunity to increase the prestige of the city and to draw even more pilgrims.  Konrad set in motion the process of planning and financing the new Cathedral.  In 1248, he laid the foundation stone for the choir of the cathedral. In 1261, Konrad was assassinated, but the building of the Cathedral continued.  Medieval cathedrals take centuries to complete and this was certainly the case for the Cologne Cathedral.  Building was halted in 1473, leaving it unfinished for 400 years.

In the 1500’s, the soul of Konrad returned to life as Thaddeus, the abbot of the Cistercian monastery of nearby Kamp-Linfort. Coincidently, Abbot Thaddeus did visit the unfinished Cologne Cathedral on more than one occasion, but never realized his intimate spiritual link to the Cathedral.

300 years later, the German government restarted the construction of the Cathedral and it was finally completed to the original plan, in 1880. It was not until August 1st, 2013, that the soul of Konrad once again returned to his cathedral in the body of Frank Mares.

I described my spiritual enlightment and discovery that I had once lived a life as the Arch Bishop Konrad Von Hochstaden in my book My Journey down the Reincarnation Highway.   It was only natural that I would want to visit the Cathedral and took the opportunity during our family vacation to Europe. Our vacation started in London and then we moved on to a few days in Paris.  Finally we took a train to Cologne.  The Cologne train station is situated literally right next to the Cathedral.  When I stepped out of the train station and beheld the sight of the huge and beautiful Cathedral, my face broke out in a big grin. I definitely felt a connection to the place.  Dragging my wheeled suitcase behind me, I rushed to the front of the Dome to get a better look.  I felt entranced and my wife had to drag me away so that we could find our hotel.

During our day and a half visit to Cologne, I visited the Cathedral three times. The first time I went alone when my family was settling into the hotel room. I walked through the massive front doors and came across the holy water fonts.  In my life as Frank, I was always very uncomfortable with Catholic rites of worship, however, in this Cathedral, I took the holy water and made the sign of the cross.  This was the first time I ever did this rite in my current life.  I then went to the pews and knelt to pray (another first for me).  My prayer was simple; I thanked God for my enlightenment in this life. Then got up and took in the magnificent ceiling and stained-glass windows. I then went to the back of the Cathedral in the choir section, the volunteers of the Cathedral were shooing visitors out of the area as the floors were being cleaned.  I only caught a glimpse of Konrad’s tomb, before I had to turn back.

The next morning, Karol and I visited the Cathedral while the kids slept in.  I brought a white rose with me so that I could leave it at Konrad’s tomb.  Together we made our way back to the choir area and stood by St. John’s Chapel where Konrad’s effigy and tomb lays facing a beautiful stained-glass window.  I paid homage to my old self by placing the rose in the iron fence grid that encloses the chapel.  Karol snapped pictures of my little ceremony. I took some time to gaze upon my old face, it was hard to break away and leave that particular experience.

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Laying a rose at my tomb

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Coming full circle

Right next to the tomb of Konrad, is a large mosaic of Konrad holding the building layout of this Cathedral flanked by his clergy and also flanked by a knight holding Konrad’s sword and shield.  Karen put a picture of me holding my book over this mosaic. This mosaic lies between Konrad’s tomb and a magnificent jeweled golden box that contains the relics of the three Magi.  Karol and I admired the beauty of the Golden box. When you step back and think about, those relics were the very reason my soul started this unique spiritual journey.  I now closed the circle.

Later that day, I visited the cathedral again with my daughter Jani, where visited the cathedral’s treasury museum.  We were cautioned by the ticket clerk not to take photos in the museum.  In one of the rooms, I found the Bishop’s staff (also known as the Crosier or Bishop’s crook) that Konrad once used.  Made of gold it was a stunning piece of art. It was mind boggling to think that I once held that staff in a different body.  I had my Iphone with me.  Although it was verboten, I took a picture of my old staff.  I gave myself permission.  Why not?  This was my cathedral and that was my staff!

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My staff in the 1200s

 

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The relics of the three Magi, the inspiration and start of the 765 year journey

 

Frank Mares

Wikipedia on Cologne Cathedral

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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Rock’n Grandma

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One recent afternoon I went to one of the great clairvoyants, my psychic trainer Brenda Posani, for a reading to follow up on my “rough seas ahead” psychic prediction. I specifically remembered that Brenda told me a year ago that we would (all of us) have a hard time getting water in the future and I wanted to explore if this prior vision of hers matched my dark vision of the economic future. I wanted Brenda’s reading to stick to that subject matter. That was my plan and she did come up with additional scary visions that supported my prediction. However, we will save the “doom and gloom” stuff for a future blog because in the middle of the reading, visiting spirits threw my plans off course (anytime that you open the “psychic speaker phone”, you never know who will join the conversation.) How my reading was thrown off went like this:

“Do you know someone named Louie?” asked Brenda.

“Yes, that would be my wife’s grandfather.”

“Well he’s here, replied Brenda.

Louie was an Italian man and I called out loud in Italian, “Louie, how are you doing?”

Brenda responded, “Your wife has been having a hard time with her mom’s death, hasn’t she?” (This would be Louie’s daughter Mary, my mother-in-law, who recently passed.)

“Yes,” I said.

“Louie told me to tell you that he has been spending a lot of time with Karol trying to console her.”

“Thank you Louie,” I called out.

Just then, Brenda told me she was hearing this rock song by Mollie Hatchet that had these lyrics:

I’m travelin’ down the road and I’m flirtin’ with disaster
I’ve got the pedal to the floor and my life is running faster

Brenda continued, “It’s your mother-in-law and she just arrived. Whew! That’s what that song was about! She is going everywhere and doing everything! She seems to be having a great time over there!”

“Lucky her, I told her that she would be having a great time over there.” I said, “Hey Mom, how are you doing? I knew you would be having fun!”

I then wanted to needle her about something we always joked about when she was alive. My Mother-in-law was a very conventional Catholic. After I received my revelations about my prior lives, I would always make it a point to remind her that I was once a Catholic Arch Bishop. She would always humor me by genuflecting to me, but I knew that she never came close to believing me. Now that she was in spirit and had universal knowledge, I wanted her to admit that I was right.

“Hey Mom, I want you to now finally admit that I was once the Arch Bishop Konrad Von Hochstaden.”

Brenda then laughed and told me, “She asks if we really have to go there.”

“Yes we do!” I said, “I want her to finally acknowledge it.”

Brenda responded, “She says alright, you were once an Arch Bishop.” And then Brenda mimicked my mother-in-law making a joking dismissive gesture of her waving me away.

“There, finally!” I said, (her response was not iron clad reincarnation proof, but I will take it!) “And Mom, did you notice me blessing your casket with the sign of the cross with holy water? That’s the only time in my life I ever did that.”

Brenda passed Mary’s response, “Yes I did, thank you for that.”

With that, the spirits of my in-laws moved on. It always fascinates me how spirits communicate in symbolic language, which in this case was the Molly Hatchet song. My mother-in-law never heard of Molly Hatchet when she was living, but yet with her access to universal knowledge, she would use that song to communicate her feelings to Brenda.

On a personal note, it was great to see that my mother-in-law was happy and not in pain anymore. It was also great fun to still kid around with her once again. I am truly blessed in that I have access to my loved ones whether they are in body or out of body. You can too if you find a psychic medium like Brenda or you that you develop your own psychic powers.

Frank Mares
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