The Day I Remembered

This experience is shared by Julia, a new friend to the Glynnis community.

On August 22, 2024, my life changed forever.

I woke up in Florence, Italy, excited to visit the Uffizi Gallery and see The Birth of Venus
and Primavera. I felt overflowing love that day, more than I had ever felt before. It
radiated from me. I was blissfully happy and beaming with joy. At lunch, I told my
husband, “I think I’m living the happiest day of my life.” He smiled and gently asked,
“How do you know until you’ve lived them all?” I replied, “Sometimes, you just know.” He
smiled at me and nodded. I looked at him and told him I loved him more that day than
ever before.

That afternoon, we went to the Uffizi Gallery. Though I know very little about art, I found
myself completely enamored by it. Our guide, a painting restorer, was wonderful and full
of stories and life. Standing before a painting of Mary with an exposed breast, she said
that the artist was sexualizing Mary. But in my heart, I knew it wasn’t that. I saw it as a
portrayal of motherhood, and nourishment for baby Jesus. It struck me so deeply and I
felt certain that it was to honor Mary.

In another painting, a beautiful blonde woman held a child. The guide asked who it was.
“Mary,” I said. “Again! You’re right!” she responded. The guide pointed out that the
painting was rare, as Mary was never represented as a beautiful woman, rather, always
as the mother. I didn’t know how I knew, I just did. It was like I was seeing everything
with such clarity.

Then came Primavera. I had long been drawn to this painting, and standing in front of it,
everything changed.

My vision suddenly went black. The sound of the gallery vanished. And then I heard a
voice:

“You remember.”

And I did.

In that moment, I remembered that I am not a human with a soul. I am a soul. I
remembered that I was one that would reincarnate.
The voice, the spirit, spoke three words to me: Ego. Love. Knowledge.
It said: If you are in ego, you cannot be with God. If you are in a state of love, you are
near God. But in knowledge, you are closest to God.

I felt wrapped in the Holy Spirit, as though it was blanketing me. I understood that God
lives within all of us. That there is no heaven or hell for the soul, only universal energy.
Time, I learned, is not linear. It only feels that way because of how our minds and bodies exist. I learned that the soul is always good. Never evil. The mind could be broken or
bad, but never the glorious soul.

Knowledge does not need to progress through time, rather it has always been. That is
why there are prodgies and unimaginable creations such as the Egyptian pyramids. The
spirit told me to accept this knowledge, and do not focus on why things are or how they
work. The why is what prevents mankind from accepting the truth and holds off
progression. Mankind believes they must solve the solution firsthand to accept the
knowledge that has always existed.

I saw souls, silver orbs, connected by threads of silver light, waiting for their next
assignments. They didn’t congregate as often reported. They were focused on their
next reincarnation. There was no familiarity with any of them, nor did I try to connect
with them. I was so focused on the teachings from the spirit.

Slowly, I began to come out of the trance. My sight returned. My hearing returned. I told
my husband and the tour guide what had just happened, but they were frightened and
confused. My husband, fighting back tears, feared that I was showing signs of
schizophrenia.

Part of me still felt connected to the spiritual realm, and I didn’t want to leave. I felt so
loved. But I knew I had to return—because I loved my husband and this life we shared. I
consciously disconnected. And when I did, I was afraid I would forget.

But I didn’t.
I remembered.

Immediately, I realized something else: I had forgiven a close family member who had
hurt me deeply. The resentment was gone, and I had been healed. I just wanted to do
good in the world and live with one purpose, to love others.

For days afterward, I felt incredible peace, but also deep confusion. What had
happened to me? Was it real? Was I losing my mind? People accept visions of God
through religion, but when someone has a spiritual experience, it is considered crazy.
I searched everywhere for answers. Most of what I found felt as if it was from
opportunists. I perceived them as insincere influencers talking about spirit guides. I
needed some real guidance. Now. I was upset that I had been given a beautiful gift, but
I was alone. So very alone and confused.

I’ve been afraid to talk about it. I’ve shared the story with some people, but with deep
hesitation. I only have told a limited number of people about seeing the souls. I know
that makes the story sound even crazier. It hurts to hide such a beautiful experience
due to fear of others’ perceptions and acceptance. We should be able to share such
amazing experiences without fear of persecution or social distancing.

And then, just a few days ago, I picked up Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian
Weiss. When I read it, I was overjoyed. I had finally found it. The source of reassurance
I was looking for.

I was there. The place Catherine described, the space between lives, was the place I
had been. When the Master Spirits in the book spoke of knowledge, it was the message
that I had received.

I finally felt peace.

I can finally share this story on a larger scale. I have just started sharing it with close
friends and family who are suffering. I tell them that you are here because you chose to
be. You came to learn. And when you have learned, that is when you will leave. I am
able to help friends who are struggling with illnesses in their families. I think I am
bringing them peace. I know I am delivering the message I am supposed to
communicate. I know my life is meant to help others and mission driven. I feel grateful
that I see my purpose.

I know there are more of us that remember.