Past Life Dna: An Incredible Journey from Anger to Forgiveness

By Julia Thornbrough

To BREAK the CYCLE. . .
Love Yourself First
Whenever asked, Katie Lizowski had always said, Sure, I love myself. In her naivet she assumed that had made it so. But the challenge of loving herself was not that simple. To love herself required trust in the unknown, honoring her feelings in the face of intimidation, and surrendering her ego. And what had Katie done the better part of her life? Caved in to what she had really wanted to pursue and kept quiet about her true feelings and opinions. And why had she done that? It would keep the peace and make everyone happy. Or so she thought. But in its wake, she had built up colossal layers of anger and resentment.
Now ask yourself this? Do you have goals youve dismissed because of fear of the unknown or from anothers intimidation? Do you have feelings and opinions about something no one else knows about but you? And those feelings and experiences get replayed over and over in your mind? Is your life stuck in neutral?
Julia Thornbroughs journey as seen through the eyes of Katherine Lizowski shows how she removed huge layers of anger and hurt not only from this lifetime but from beyond. And what kept her former husband and her returning for seven lifetimes? It was their inability to forgive.
Every experience has molded who you are today. Theyve defined you and have shaped your reaction to lifes circumstances. What matters most is that your new life, the one you were to meant to live, can start now. If your life isnt happy or you find yourself repeating the same relationships, why not shorten your learning curve? Read Julias story. Discover how forgiveness, combined with claiming your emotions, can take happiness from a dream to reality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Dec 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781452599168

Julia Thornbrough

JULIA THORNBROUGH’S inquisitive nature is what prompted her to write her first book, Past Life DNA, An Incredible Journey from Anger to Forgiveness. Why had her marriage become so riddled with anger? Could inability to forgive keep people in drudgery? Could forgiveness be all that’s really needed to advance lives forward? As a former educator, she individualized programs to create active learning for students. She resides in the southeast with her two adopted pugs. She has two grown children. If you would like more information about how to live life from a positive platform, go to www.juliathornbrough.com

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PAST LIFE DNA

An Incredible Journey from Anger to Forgiveness

JULIA THORNBROUGH

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Balboa Press rev. date: 12/14/2015

Contents

Foreword

Author’s Note

Acknowledgement of Thanks

Katherine’s Travails to Reach Complete Forgiveness

Part 1:  Acceptance of What She had Long Denied

Part 2:  Struggle to Accept What Is

Part 3:  Her Journey to Complete Forgiveness

Epilogue

Questions for Reflection

Questions and Answers about Regressions

Suggested Reading

About the Author

For

Bob, Bertha, Mary, and Nancy

True blessings in my life!

Foreword

The energy of the universe is quite profound and amazing. Thus, it should be no surprise and at the same time, a great delight, that Julia and I met years ago at a Core Health Facilitators UPDATE in Safety Harbor, Florida.

Both of us appreciate the impact and power of forgiveness and the devastation of what happens when forgiveness is dismissed. The paths we each took to reach this realization were unique and different. The book’s hero, Katherine, made excellent use of past life regressions. My life experience created the results-based processes for Core Health and Heart Forgiveness, which have proved powerfully effective with groups and individuals for over a decade.

Katherine’s journey captures twenty-two past lives, which illustrates in graphic ways the big picture of how anger energy moves through lifetimes. Rather than work from the outside in, Core Health and Heart Forgiveness work from the inside out. This approach assists us more quickly to be FREE from hurts and angers and remove years and lifetimes of stored wounds.

Julia’s powerful book is a great illustration of the deep need for and benefits of forgiveness. Past Life DNA, An Incredible Journey from Anger to Forgiveness is an enthralling story of the difficult marriage of Katherine and Joe and of Katherine’s search to find peace, to understand the dynamics of their anger, and to restore her true potential from a long list of dynamic qualities—a potential that had long ago been crushed.

Katherine’s and Joe’s marriage had degenerated into Joe’s constant fault-finding, Katherine’s forever giving-in and feeling belittled, and years where physical intimacy were non-existent. In Heart Forgiveness, we recognize, Souls are attracted. Personalities get in the way. Each brought substantial baggage into the marriage. Because neither recognized their childhood hurts were wide open and raw, their wounds played out again and again, leaving them both feeling dejected and deflated. The dynamics of how this happens are described in Dr. Bruce Lipton’s book, The Honeymoon Effect.

To discern the source of anger and hurt, Katherine’s search led her to books, Progoff Journaling, talk therapy, and a complete surrender to see what possibly lurked in her past lives. What was stored in her subconscious and energy gave her profound insights into her current suffering, as well as a creative direction for her to pursue in this lifetime.

As Katherine delved deeper into her past lives, she brought to light an awareness about anger she wasn’t expecting—if forgiveness of an episode is never reached in one lifetime, anger with that same individual can extend over many lifetimes. The subconscious and energy system, which stores images and snapshots of those experiences, can recall memories that hold powerful symbolic meaning. In the end, anger is never our friend. In Anger Kills, Dr. Redford Williams of Duke University attests to anger’s negative impact on our lives. Here he documents and describes how anger releases a variety of biochemicals and hormones that become toxic in our body.

Katherine, in her courageous journey, presses ahead with tenacity and determination. She comes to know that we each have an Inner Teacher and an Inner Healer to assist us on our journey to wholeness.

To this end, Katherine’s awakenings closely parallel a principle that is at the centerpiece of the Heart Forgiveness Series—God is my friend. Rather than seeing God as her punisher, she comes to understand that God has her back. God does not intend for us to live miserable, impoverished lives.

Another similarity is when Janet, her therapist, asks her to pay attention to her thoughts. Thoughts – both positive and negative – do affect our energy, our physical well-being, and our daily interactions.

As thrilling and enlightening as her past life discoveries are, Katherine comes to an important realization that is crucial, particularly when we want to move our lives forward: Intellectual awareness of a wound, by itself, is never enough. There must also be an energy awareness of the wound and then a process by which to release it.

For much of Katherine’s life, she had blamed everyone else for making her life a complete sham and unfulfilled. Only when Katherine decided to take ownership of her emotions and become self-responsible, could she begin the process to reclaim her inner power—thereby, in-powering herself.

The grand finale comes with Katherine’s final push to reach complete forgiveness and release herself from the energy prison she had created.

A birthing therapist recommends a forgiveness exercise where she is to write a forgiveness statement for three key people in her life ten times, which would complete one set. Then write seven sets a day for seven days (70 x 7). She goes through this procedure for each of the significant people in her life and claims the emotional connection she was seeking, even though it is time-consuming and exhausting.

In contrast, Heart Forgiveness is fast, gentle, thorough, and permanent. Since everything is ultimately pure energy, karma from present and past lives can be powerfully cleared away. What stays with us are positive discoveries and wisdom. At this point, we can move forward into our future and live our life freely as a unique creative expression of radiant, unlimited Universal Energy.

Katherine tells us: No one else creates her feelings but her. If she’s happy or sad, frustrated or patient, the choice is up to her.

Thank you, Julia, for sharing this profound hero’s journey.

Read this book with amazement and admiration. I am glad that Julia and I have connected in this lifetime!

Dr. Ed Carlson

www.HeartForgiveness.us

Author’s Note

I wrote Past Life DNA, An Incredible Journey from Anger to Forgiveness to share my ups and downs of how I moved from carrying an insurmountable amount of anger and hurt to reaching complete forgiveness. Previously, I thought forgiveness was a farce, a complete waste of time, and definitely unattainable. To my grateful surprise, forgiveness is not only possible but essential for living a life that is centered and grounded in peace. To convey my journey, however, my breakthroughs and experiences are seen through the eyes of Katherine.

As a dutiful student, I discovered life is one big adventure that unfolds with precision. There are no coincidences, be it with people and relationships we have along the way or from experiences we encounter. Everything happens for a reason. To enhance our understanding of that, life becomes one giant classroom. While it might be difficult to accept, we are students forever. Our education does not end when we get that diploma. While letter grades are not handed out in life’s classroom, our success and passing grade, if you will, hinges on the degree to which we are alert to what is happening around us. Solutions to challenges we face or opportunities to heal emotional wounds whirl around us all the time. But are we paying attention? And key to all of this is whether we can surrender our egos. That means take ownership of our emotions and not blame someone else for how we feel or for what is happening in our life. Can the simple act of forgiveness be the crucial nugget we need to move our lives forward? Yes. Is it easy to forgive someone we believe has hurt us deeply? No. And if we agree to commit to forgive, can our lives really move forward in positive ways? Yes.

Katherine ultimately discovers the hard way that this truth is woefully and joyfully accurate. Each circumstance provides the next springboard for a lesson, self-awareness, or epiphany—if, that is, we are awake and not sleep-walking through each day. People actually do come into our lives and leave for a reason. What she thought happened really didn’t happen. Other issues were afoot. Herein begins the journey of how she grudgingly comes to the life-affirming awakening—life unfolds with precision. There are no coincidences. Surrender and forgiveness are the lynchpin to everything.

Acknowledgement of Thanks

When it comes to editing and critique, Rachel Kirkbride and Peter Klingman are in a league of their own. I’m truly grateful for their feedback on flow, structure, and tone. In the final countdown toward publication, both offered invaluable insights. In the beginning writers, such as myself, start with people they know and respect. Diane Marcou helped in a big way to jumpstart my writing, and Sandra Kischuk educated me on the technical merits of the craft. Clara McLaughlin, Nancy Mercurio, and Kelly Smith are also appreciated for their ongoing support and advice. When others doubted and I questioned, all of you encouraged me to stay the course.

A special thanks goes to my coaching gurus: Ginger Alemaghides, Vicki Apple, Bonnie Dye, Barbara Grassy, Mark Katz, Chris Krimitsos, and Sheryl Nicholson – all are members of the Tampa Bay Business Owners. At every turn, they challenged and guided me in the right direction.

In their own way the following people tested my passion for seeing my manuscript published: Kaye Coppersmith, Gene Cropsey, Catherine Everett, Chris Hamilton, Mal Kaser, and Steve Mathers.

Early on when my writing attempts lacked polish, I’m thankful for Debra Marrs and Anne Giles, who prodded me forward with gentle encouragement.

Word to the wise. Always back up your work. Adam Brusselback came to my rescue when my flash drive broke and needed to be soldered at the joints. My panic at losing my entire manuscript got averted because of his amazing IT talent. A huge lesson learned.

I also want to extend kudos to Bob Lasky for his excellent photography skill and Laurie Cocheo, his make-up artist.

I’m indebted for Mary Dusina, the psychic who told me about the most remarkable therapist ever. Regretfully, Nancy Porter-Thal, who was my therapist, mentor, and teacher has passed. She pulled no punches and unabashedly brought prayer into her practice. The universe has lost an amazing angel.

Katherine’s Travails to Reach

Complete Forgiveness

"I want to unfold

Let no place in me hold itself closed,

For where I am closed, I am false.

I want to stay clear in your sight."

Rainer Rilke

Love Poems to God

PART ONE

Acceptance of What She had Long Denied

Chapter One

Tears spilled down Katherine’s cheeks. She pounded the steering wheel hard and backed out of the garage. You bastard, she said out loud. You fucking bastard! Why do you criticize me all the time?

Sheets of tears blurred her vision. Get a grip, Katie. She couldn’t go to her first commercial acting class numb and spaced out.

In the parking lot she rested her head against the car’s headrest and closed her eyes. She tried some yoga breathing. Damn. That doesn’t even get me relaxed, she mumbled. Joe can burn like everyone else did in Dante’s Inferno. Always the goddamned carpets!

She opened her eyes and looked around. Was anyone else crazy enough to come out early on a Saturday morning and try their hand at commercial acting?

Yes. A man was getting out of one car and a college-aged woman out of another. The man looked to be older than her but maybe his rotund shape aged his appearance. Perhaps outsourcing had eliminated his position, and he was seeking a career change. With his bald head, he didn’t look like the commercial acting type, but what did she know? And at forty-six, never having done commercial acting before, who was she to judge?

She tilted the rearview mirror. Oh, great! Her eyes looked like two red mascaraed beets. She sunk back into the seat and said, Here I’m ready to start something new and look at me! She wiped away the black mascara as a tear ran down her cheek. Why do I even bother trying to do anything interesting with my life? Tears kept coming and in the rearview mirror, her eyes looked red and puffy. Okay, Katie, you’ve paid for the class. You might as well stick it out even if you do look and feel like shit.

Her earlier excitement for learning something new, fun, and creative felt squished like a flat Frisbee.

She opened the door to 14-G in the commercial strip. A pudgy man who looked to be in his early forties stood at the end of a long metal desk. Hi, I’m Michael. Welcome to learning about a field I really enjoy. Nine other students are already here.

She nodded.

They shook hands, and he pointed towards the classroom.

Video equipment on the wall to her right took up a good portion of the small room. Directly ahead were two rows of tightly compacted folding chairs. She definitely wasn’t sitting in front, so she squeezed her way along the second row until she reached the seat smack against the wall. As she did, her ass bumped the back of each person sitting in the front row. Excuse me. Sorry for stepping on your foot. She sat down and felt as constricted in the tight space as she did in her marriage, particularly with the plump grandmotherly woman pressing next to her on her right.

Two students in the front row talked jovially about their acting background and what they hoped to gain from the class. Shit. What was she thinking? Commercial acting means acting. Why did she think she’d only use her great public speaking skills?

Her one acting experience had occurred in high school. She spoke barely a few lines in the musical, Music Man. She studied the other students. Would she have to kiss a stranger? Perhaps the bald-headed guy? Sheer panic forced her to squeeze back along the compacted row of people to use the restroom.

She returned only minutes before Michael started the class. His booming voice commanded attention. But his brown hair, which fell across his face like Moe’s of The Three Stooges, moved in jerks with every other word he spoke and distracted her. If you hit (jerk) it right, you can make lots (jerk) of money, particularly, (jerk) if you’re lucky enough (jerk) to be selected (jerk) for a national campaign.

She snorted. Isn’t that always the way? If you get lucky? And she was never lucky.

Before lunch Michael addressed the major rudiments of commercial acting—following the director’s instructions, whether to be unionized or not, and the industry’s protocol. His voice droned in the background because all she could think about was having to get up in front of strangers and act, which they were doing after lunch.

Class broke, and everyone went their separate ways. At the nearby KFC her mind shifted between what she had gotten herself into and cleaning the fucking carpets to keep Joe happy.

She returned to class and slumped into her no-elbow-room chair. The plump grandmotherly woman could not help but bump into everyone as she took her seat again right next to her. Oh, sorry, she said as she knocked Katie’s right arm when she turned around to sit.

Katie pressed as close to the wall as possible to have room to write. She felt a vice was tightening around her lungs, just like the straight jacket she wore in her marriage. She could barely breathe.

Commercial acting, Michael said, "requires you to draw from your own experiences to create the emotion the director wants. Emotions can range from love, joy, or contentment to loneliness, sadness, or hate. And you have to be prepared to produce the emotion on the spot.

Over lunch, I placed numbers on slips of paper and dropped them into my baseball hat. I want each of you to draw a number. You’ll be called in that order. When you hear your number, come up, and I’ll give you an emotion. You’ll have two minutes to explore your past to recreate the feeling. After you act out your emotion, tell us what stimulated it. Any questions? None were raised.

Michael passed around his hat. Her hand shook as she picked out a slip of paper. Oh, don’t be nervous. You can do this, Michael said.

She looked down at the folded piece of paper. She closed her eyes and opened it. Please don’t be number one. She opened her eyes. Three. Whew!

The college-aged woman got up first.

Create the emotion of love, Michael said.

God, please give me an emotion I can produce.

The grandmother followed. Michael asked her to show pain. She depicted it well. So far, both had developed believable representations. She was next and didn’t want to get up. She didn’t want to act. She wanted to vanish.

She pressed her lips together and stood. On wobbly legs she eased between the chairs in front of her.

Oh, can’t you show more enthusiasm than that? Michael asked.

When she got in front of the class, she half smiled and waited for her word.

Show us hurt.

His voice, though quiet, boomed in her ear. She looked over the heads of the students to the back wall. Her mind scrambled to recall an episode to create the emotion. Joe’s outburst before leaving that morning played like a stuck record in her head. She felt the impact of it again. She had no idea how to show hurt. She just looked out at the other students.

Good! Now tell us the source of that, Michael said.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. This morning, just as I was about to leave for this class, Joe, my husband, stormed into the kitchen…and demanded to know when the carpets were getting cleaned. Her voice quivered. Why do you bring this up now? He yelled, ‘I’m the breadwinner and expect things done on my schedule.’ She choked on her words. I’m criticized. They’re barely dirty. She hiccupped sobs. Always criticized. Her voice trailed off.

The dam broke. Years of stuffed hurt spilled over as she stood before the class bawling. If it wasn’t acting promptly on whatever it is Joe wanted, like cleaning the carpets, it was something else. And there was always a something else. She wanted to disappear. The room fell absolutely silent. She looked at the class, but no one met her eyes.

She sniffled. I was hurt by that, and sat down.

What kind of monster are you married to? Amy, the college-aged woman demanded.

Katie looked her way and saw others nodding in agreement. Her mouth fell open. For the first time she saw what she’d long refused to acknowledge. Joe was an ogre.

Chapter Two

During the break Amy came up to apologize. I had no right to say what I did about your husband.

That’s okay, Katherine told her. But her words had jolted her into a new reality, forcing her to admit what she