Psychic Shenanigans

I woke up last Sunday with a distinct handprint on my lower arm, covering my ahnk tattoo. It was a small hand, smaller than my own and certainly smaller than Brian's. My uterus was also sore in that way it becomes sore after having really hardcore pounding sex. I had not had sex in 5 days. I showed Brian the mark on my arm and he agreed it was a handprint. Very strange. He had also had strange dreams that night and woke up not feeling well. The handprint on my arm was deep enough that it loooked indented and was reddish in color. It was visible for an hour after I woke up. Brian and I talked about it and after pondering it a couple of hours I called Basia. Basia "tuned in" and long story short, Brian and I ended up going to her house for an energy work session. This was after I cleared the energy in our house. Basically Brian and I were experiencing the recurrence of some past life stuff. We already knew that an agreement from a past life in the 1400's brought us together in this lifetime. The shenanigans we were experienceing originated from a lifetime 3000 years ago in Egypt. I was a vestal virgin in some sort of secret priesthood and Brian was my brother and personal guard. There was one particular priest there that raped and impregnated me. He did this because his energy combined with mine was the perfect blend for this strong energetic being to be born into. I did not want the baby and the father took the baby from me after birth. I was relieved to see it go. Brian's role in this community was that he made swords. At some point, he and the priest that raped me had a fight. They both fought with blades made by Brian. Brian was killed by a weapon made by his own hands. Basia guided both of us through some imagery and we were both able to recall some of these memories on our own. It was weird. So what does this have to do with the handprint I woke up with? Well, the soul of that little energetic baby I willingly gave up is in competition with Brian and wanted to reincarnate in this lifetime as our child! The physical symptoms I felt in my reproductive area was the cellular memory of the rape. The pain in Brian's stomach was his cellular memory of being stabbed. Basia worked with both us to clear all this gunk. I have read about these types of activites and in all the odd things I have experienced, this one takes the cake.