Protector: Recovering Memories

By Annamaria Marta Furedi

Annamaria used to be a normal girl until a recurring dream almost drove her insane. Every night, she dreamed about her lost brother. One day she decided to seek help with a psychotherapist through a regressive hypnosis session. Her life changed forever. During the session, not only did Anna found out she actually had a brother, but with the door of her subconscious mind being left open by the therapist, she just kept finding out more and more about her past lives. Having this gift and curse at the same time almost killed her until she decided to put them on paper. That’s when her health and her life changed for the better. Writing actually started to give her life a meaning, she was determined to show her discoveries to the world. “From a burden, they became my treasure. Suddenly, I had much more life experience, and by curing the revealed old wounds I started to feel better” - she says. She attempts to analyze the phenomena of reincarnation, presenting two episodes that she could recall.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Apr 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9780244661465

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Special thanks

I had a number of helpers around me to accomplish the task of writing this book, and I thank their commitment from my heart. I must name a few of them: Ilona Furedi from Australia, who did a lot of copy editing and proofreading work for several versions of this book. Her suggestions and insightful opinion were invaluable. I also want to say thanks to my friend and colleague, Judit Vegvari, who was helping me with proofreading the Almost and Lisabeta episodes and many other parts. The German letter has been properly corrected by Rita Moricz, her sharp eyes and keen knowledge were a great help. Peti P. helped me a lot too, sharing his ideas with me on the structure of the chapters, and buying some photos of the old Munich. I must mention a number of sellers from fiverr.com who provided a variety of services for me.

And last but not least, I am grateful to have an amazing family, and fantastic friends and colleagues who supported me with positivity when I was down, and that they had always been eager to follow the developments.

I gratefully thank you all!

Table of contents

Special thanks

Table of contents

Introduction

Protector

Illness

Three turning points

Reincarnation

Gender

Lands

Travel Methods

Hypnosis

Driven revealing meditations

Nadi

Who’s who

Almost

Lisabeta

Summing it up

Therapy methods

Meditation

Heart meditation

Light meditation and sound meditation, often referred to as Quan Yin method

Sun meditation

Space meditation

Meditation with animals

Upper-self and mental-self communication

Healing past life traumas

The Tower

Healing the Past

Healing History

Transformation

Focus

Send Love

Blessing

Letter

The letter to Nicholaus

The translation of the letter to Nicholaus

Some last words

Sources, pictures and illustrations

Introduction

It’s a popular pursuit to find out who was who in a past life and people imagine all kinds of weird things. One reckons he was a carrot, the other deems he was Napoleon. However, the depth of these memories and their impact on the life of the one who 'opens' them up is little known. I have learned this the hard way, and I would like to pass on my experience as a type of case study. Why would this be of any interest to others? Because the rules and healing options I revealed apply to everybody. Secondly, it is not only my past but the past of every single person who has ever been around me.

Back in the old times the leaders of nations, their priests, holy men, and shamans could recall their previous incarnations. This was a completely accepted thing. I mean from them, not from the average people who haven’t got much to do with the spiritual realms. From seers and from those who were named wise ones this was even expected.

Without this ability how could they have looked into the soul of other tribes? How could they have felt with various nations or with the inhabitants of other dimensions? How could they have known so many phenomena? And without having all these, how could they make insightful decisions that were beneficial for the whole community? The experience of one lifetime might not have been enough to do so; it was better to have more at hand.

Also, it was very useful to know what happened in the old forgotten times and so, through these ‘rememberers’ the cult of the ancestors was alive, the cult of the ancestors who were actually living... They, the knowers were the bridge between the time regions of past, present, and future. They were aware of the turns of the ‘sentient beings’ taking up a material form and their return to the higher realms again and again. The cycle of life and death was covered with the fog of mystery, but those who knew the secret had the chance to glimpse the reality of a greater and more complex life.

The issue of reincarnation indicates deeper ties among humans than it is supposed by modern social or natural sciences. I believe that the possibility of reincarnating bears a message of hope since our life doesn’t come to an end when we leave our body behind. We progress in our endless journey, moving on to discover new realms and to encounter new twists in new stories. Our loved ones do the same, and we remain tied. As everything and all was always tied. Yet not only tied but one...

Here I will tell you the long journey I had to discover all these. I hope you, dear reader, will find it at least as exciting as I did.

Happy reading!

Annamari, the author

Protector

For me, the first encounter to the phenomena of reincarnation happened about twenty years ago, in March 1997, through a regressive hypnosis. It all started in the autumn of 1996 with a serial dream about my older brother. It was strange since I haven’t got a brother… I hated this dream and dreaded it, and as it kept reoccurring, after three or four weeks, I didn’t dare to sleep. Finally, I gathered my courage and turned to a professional. The first psychologist I visited told me nothing but stereotypic explanations. The second one advised me to write a dream diary and prescribed sleeping pills. Perhaps neither worked and in the end, I was even more upset. And the dreams continued.

This can’t go on, I thought. I visited a third psychologist who was actually on good terms with my mother. When she heard of my problem, she offered to do the regressive hypnosis. This is a method through which one is led back in time by a therapist to the point where a particular problem generated, often into an earlier incarnation. I was so helpless that I said alright to her suggestion. At that stage I would have done anything; just stop the serial dreams. My secret fear was that in a curious way I really have a brother. I hoped that this treatment would clear up the matter and would prove that I haven’t got any. But it came out I had! We were going back to my previous life, and we found that I would have had a twin brother, only I died two seconds after my birth. We went further; and loads of other things came out, for example, that in the 1920’s I was living in Germany and had three children.

When this brother thing came out, my family started an investigation. Through a worldwide association we managed to find a few acquaintances, and with their help, we succeeded to track down my would-be brother! Funny, we even look a bit of the same. Yet our mothers' name is the same, and her sister’s name would have been the same as I had when I was a baby (Marta). So, when we got his address, I wrote him a letter. And then I wrote, again and again, three times altogether. I explained him this extraordinary case in detail. But he answered nothing.

Well, I wasn’t too surprised. Thinking of it, I couldn’t tell what I would have said if someone came to knock on my door saying she’s my deceased sister... Surely I would tell her to kid with someone else... His only reaction was that we got phone calls, though he never said a thing. How do I know it was him? Because we asked for caller-finder service from our Telecom Company and we could check what people have called us in a month.

This unknown call always came from an unlisted (ex-directory) number from Chicago, registered under 'Martha' code word. Neither of our acquaintances has unlisted number, and anyway, we called them up to ask if they have called us. All of them gave us a negative answer. Nobody else knew my telephone number and cell phone number in America but him.

Those times I very longed to meet him. Maybe he was also curious; I don’t know. My impression was that he was afraid and probably thought the whole matter a bogus. And so did I. I thought it is nonsense, and I was sure I wouldn't force any meeting.

It was about the fall of 1996 when I started using this symbol as a kind of signature. It is a very old symbol applied mainly in Erdély (in West known as Transylvania – although Transylvania is only one part of Erdély). Traditionally it was carved on doorframes and the gates of houses and manors. It was believed to have a protective power so that it saved the inhabitants from dangers they may not even be aware of.

As though the brother-thing wouldn’t have been enough, the psychologist who led the hypnosis made a few mistakes. One of her mistakes was to lead me into reliving my death. It was horrible. The other mistake was that she finished the hypnosis saying I will remember more and more things with time, more and sharper. She oughtn’t to have said that. Because it really so happened. As the 'door' was left open, more and more details emerged from old and older times.

I was dwelling on them a lot, and I was itching to speak. Usually, my family and my friends listened patiently without telling me I was insane. However, a couple of months later they had enough. They said that it's no good to fret on the bygones all the time. I knew they were right, but if something comes to unsettle one's peace of mind so rudely, one cannot ignore it just because it makes no sense. I did my best to expel the whole thing from my thoughts, with no success. It had very little to do with reason, and even though I kept thinking it was useless and stupid I had no power to put it out...

I perceived that the people around me - and even a part of me - expected me to wrestle this unreasonable and disturbing thing and win. But I lost the fight every time I tried. On the other hand, I was convinced that my past will mark out my future. It may seem convenient on a short term to evade problems, but I knew I couldn’t. I was forced to take responsibility for everything I messed up in my, and in others’ life. And I knew I must do something about it if I can.

I would have been very happy if somebody understood how I felt. But nobody did, and I was as lonely as one can be. I had to see that people were bored to hear me talking about it, even though they did their best to put on a good face. I admit I was terrified for months that I will go mad. I needed an outlet, and I was desperate to find help. I had to speak about it; I knew Iwouldn't find rest till I can’t ‘integrate’ this past life thing in my life (if I can’t escape it). Only I didn’t know how I should do that.

Months later, on a day I started to put down my recollections on paper. And it worked! The more I wrote and the more earnestly I wrote, the easier I felt. And with time, slowly, gradually, I started to learn to live with my extra amount of memories. I have more than seventy stories – and probably there are even more, undiscovered. I organised the episodes into three volumes; they make up the Protector trilogy.

The episodes that came out first were the Almost – the one with my would-be brother, the Lisabeta – the one in Germany, then a few years later the one I titled Wingless Angels which is the story of a Byzantine prince. As these were documented, I was eager to excavate the rest; mostly because I wanted to find out what preceded and what followed the prince’s episode.

In the trilogy the stories are ordered chronologically, starting in far, far times. The first part, ‘The start of everything’ is the collection of the oldest incarnations. The second part is the ‘Wingless Angels’, one story itself. The thing that makes it extraordinary is the fact that I managed to identify it. I wrote this episode in the first person, like the rest, explaining everything I could recall. As it seems to be a very important episode, this is the longest with about four hundred pages. The third part, ‘The Nearer in Time’ covers the episodes that happened later up to this day.

In 2016 I wrote an additional book, this very book, Recovering memories, with the intention to analyse the incarnation episodes and the whole issue of reincarnation as it is. As the stories in the trilogy are left without any philosophical contemplation, I felt it is necessary to add my discoveries to it, outlining the direct (and less direct) links between the episodes and their characters. I also plan to create a set of fancy visualisations; they are part of this project.

The flow of karmic influences can be observed through the episodes, the stations of revelations, the way toward collapse and after the collapse the start of the recovery. The knowing of them helped me to heal, and the revelations made me convinced that I must improve – in case I want a better future. From a burden, they became my treasure, and suddenly I had much more life experience. By curing the revealed old wounds, I started to feel easier. This process is far from over, and I am determined to go on. Of course, I was doing several other things in those years besides working on my writings, and it also happened that I didn’t give them a single thought for more than a year.

Why did I choose the name Protector? During the regressive hypnosis we travelled into the space between incarnations, and there I could find out what my life goal is in my actual existing. I learned that there were two major tasks I admitted (and wished) to accomplish. One: not doing a suicide. I believe it means that I am to learn to value life, even my own. I am to see it as a precious gift, something worth to fight for, something worth loving. I had issues with this topic in the pastand in my actual life: suicide and apathy.

The second task sounded like: to protect my family. When I say, my family, I include every person I ever met or ever was part of my family in any of the incarnations. The whole world in the widest sense. And how shall I take care? In every sense of the word, again. Physically if needful, financially if needful, mentally if needful, emotionally if needful and spiritually too. While I was writing down the stories, I was fuelled by the motivation to help ‘my family’ to wake up. I know it sounds very naïve, though. Looks like, I am the family’s note-maker who keeps things recorded… I did it instead of them as well, and eventually, I can offer them this compilation. This is where its title, the Protector came from.

As a child, when I was about four I kept claiming that I want my real parents, I want to go back to them, they are looking for me. I felt misplaced, and I told my mother that I was undoubtedly exchanged in the hospital by mistake. In my head, I could picture those parents: an about 28 years old couple, a tall curly-haired man and a slim lady with very long dark hair with a blue skirt and a blouse on. It saddened my mother greatly to hear such a talk.

A few times I skipped from home and roamed the nearby streets. I was desperately hoping to find them; onlyI could not make out where I should start the search. I also wondered why don't they try to find me instead as they are grown-ups and it might be much easier for them. They could have even hired a detective! I fancied that one day their car would stop in front of our house and they would come upstairs. Then they would talk to my actual parents to clear the matter, and I would return to them, to my natural place. I believed I’d belong to their side. It took some years when my desire to see them was fading, seeing that they didn't bother to find me. Anyhow, I had too many other things on my mind.

Since the well-known and documented cases that were published by Ian Stevenson who was a pioneer in this field, there is nothing new about children recalling previous incarnations. It happens all over the world. Considering these, it seems, my old memories started to unfold very early.The regression hypnosis session had just quickened up the process.

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The first version of the Protector trilogy was finished circa fifteen years ago, and the latest editing session ended in May 2007. I invested years of time and a lot of energy to prepare the stories, editing them meticulously as best as I could. Basically this was the reason why I wanted to learn English so badly. When I felt the trilogy can’t be improved further, I created a special website in July 2007 and made the raw manuscripts downloadable for free, chapter by chapter or as whole units. The webpage was on the internet, though it wasn’t public, only a small circle of people received the URL. I sent it to them with the hope that I would get feedback from them, supposing that probably they will feel to have to answer something.

Imagine that you are a little kid who stumbles on a unique treasure in the back yard and with glowing excitement you hurry to show your discovery to others. But then, you are to realise with utter surprise that nobody gives a damn. And if you insist for them to check it, they question your sanity and laugh you out, or worst, humiliate you. This is exactly how I felt.

I was daunted having no proper feedback. For me, it would have been natural to react in a constructive way. Well, I was to learn that we are different, even in what we consider is important... Or evident... And as the months went by I had enough. I terminated the site, and it was no more available. I was working thousands of hours for nothing, I thought, and I cast the whole thing away. I rather dived into business activities and social life.

Since then no significant change was made on the manuscripts, except for the second volume. There I reorganised some parts and shortened a few very private descriptions (details of love affairs). To keep track of these alterations, I created an Appendix where all significant changes and omissions are mentioned. Plus I added to it the issues that I managed to reveal while I was working on the movie script in 2013-2014. Well, a full movie script was born from the Wingless Angelsepisode.

Apart from writing the movie script some significant things happened since I’ve closed down the trilogy. I regained my health after thirty years of illness. In 2007 in the prologue of the trilogy I wrote:

„Many people think being sick is like a cursed state that only weak people get or the ones who ‘deserve’ punishment. And one has to get healthy, to get out of this shameful and disabled state at any costs. My opinion is a bit different. First of all, I don’t believe in accidents. I guess I