Past Life: The herbalist 7.4

In her regression, Gwen went back to medieval times. She was living happily with her husband, who was a farm labourer. Within a few years, however, the Black Death had killed him and her children.

It was a devastating experience for her. She had no idea how she was going to support herself. The only skill she had was a knowledge of medicinal herbs that she used for her family. So she decided to see if she could sell her herbal concoctions.

She went to a local fair, found a quiet corner, and spread her wares out on a cloth on the ground. But far from helping her, the local people showed her nothing but hostility. They accused her of being a witch, saying she’d murdered her husband with sorcery. The women kicked over and trampled on all her medicines.

It was time to leave. With her meagre belongings in a bundle, she walked away. She said that even then she somehow knew that she would survive. (Later she told me that she’d woken up that morning with the song ‘I Will Survive’ on her mind.) After some searching, she eventually found a place where the people accepted her. She settled down in a little cottage and was happy. She spent the rest of her life making herbal cures for the villagers. They were grateful for her help and she felt loved again.

In the second part of the session, Gwen spoke with a spirit guide about this
memory. He said it came up to remind her that her spiritual work had turned out
well before, and will do so again. Although she’s afraid of being attacked again,
she will be safe this time.

Afterwards she told me that she’s continuing the work she did in that life, in
much the same way. But she had always felt uneasy about it. After this session
she said she felt reassured and relieved.

A week or so later, I had this e-mail from her:

‘I thought you might be interested to hear about a synchronicity that occurred a
couple of days after my regression with you.

‘You’ll probably remember that in my past life, I went to a local fair in a field to
sell my potions and herbal remedies. Because of the hostility of the local women,
I laid my cloth and medicines out in a corner of the field. I thought I might be
left alone there.

‘Among my remedies was a bottle of precious oil. When the local women did
arrive they kicked over my potions, including this oil. It felt as if my life-blood
was flowing away with the oil.

‘As my friend Jenny and I made our way home after our visit to Glastonbury, we
discussed this. She wondered what the oil had been. Immediately I said
“Marigold”. I have no idea where that came from. I know nothing about
marigold oil.

‘A couple of days after we got home, Jenny texted me to say that her herbal book
had fallen open on a page saying that Henry VIII had used marigold to ward off
the plague!

‘After doing an internet search I saw that the first record of marigold being used
in this way was in the fourteenth century. That was when the Black Death
decimated much of Europe.

‘I feel that a change has occurred within me since my session with you. I can’t
put my finger on it precisely, but it has something to do with self-confidence.’
The memory came up for Gwen to let her know that it would be safe to continue
her herbal work. Despite the setbacks she went through, it had turned out well in
the end, and would do so again. On top of that, her intuitive flash about the
marigold oil gave her an extra boost of faith in her inner knowing.

Maybe that’s where all the confidence we gain in our abilities is ultimately
leading us – towards a trust in our own innate wisdom.