Healing Through Time: An Andromedan Love Story from Sirius A to Earth
There’s a galaxy in the vast universe called Sirius A.
I was there in one of my past lives. I wasn’t a Sirian, but I traveled to Sirius A to learn. (I believe I’m an Andromedan.) There’s a famous school in Sirius A where extraterrestrials from various galaxies go to study. It’s as renowned as Harvard in our world, known across the universe. I was trying to get into this school.
To be admitted, we had to complete internships and learn from different teachers. One of my teachers during the internship was my current-life healer—who, in addition to being skilled, had a great sense of humor. I loved his laugh, and we got along very well. Eventually, he chose me to work with him.
We operated a spaceship together and completed missions. During this time, we fell in love. We even made love in space.
One day, our spaceship was attacked. I was gravely injured and slowly losing consciousness. He felt powerless, and in a moment of deep love, he promised, “I’ll find you in the next life.” I believed him, even though I was in too much pain to respond. He kissed my lips, though I could no longer feel them.
Fast forward in time.
In May 2024, we met again at the Mind Body Spirit exhibition in London Olympia. We had crossed paths two years earlier when I had a healing session with him. At that time, I didn’t notice a significant change, so I didn’t return.
But now, I was suffering from a UTI, and two weeks of fever had left me physically weak. I knew I needed intense healing before I could continue my work as a Reiki healer. So, I went for a second healing session, during which I received a lot of healing for my throat chakra. I had been coughing, and my throat felt blocked. After the session, my cough eased, and the stuckness in my throat improved.
I inquired about additional healing sessions. Although they were expensive, I knew I needed them. He reassured me, saying he would “look after me,” as he does with his clients, which eased my financial worries. Later, he added, “My soul feels happy after helping you.”
A week later, I attended his full-day healing workshop. The morning involved powerful mantra healing combined with body movements. At one point, I developed a strong headache, which then moved to my chest during the next chanting cycle. It felt like numbness, heat, tingling, and resistance all at once. My body was trembling, but after some time, the sensation disappeared. It was strange.
At lunchtime, I was so tired I badly wanted a nap. I hesitated to ask, though time was running out. To distract myself, I played with the frankincense burner. My healer noticed and asked, “Do you like fire?”
I admitted I did, and he invited me to come forward. He began giving me a healing while I held the burner, incorporating the fire element.
That 5-minute session was life-changing.
As I stood in front of him with my eyes closed, holding the burner, he placed his fingers on my solar plexus chakra. “Something is stealing your energy… like a curse,” he said. I stayed silent, listening. “I see a spaceship,” he added. Almost instantly, I felt my energy surge back into my body at lightning speed. My vitality returned, and my fatigue vanished.
“I’ve found the source,” he explained. “I disconnected the link to the spaceship, decoded it, and transformed it into the frequency of love.” He told me it was connected to a failed experiment from my past life. I felt anger, realising that these aliens had been stealing my energy for years. “I hate them,” I said. He responded, “You don’t have to hate them.”
Fast forward two months.
We were discussing where we came from, and I reminded him that I’m from Andromeda and had been to Sirius A as well—information I had learned from his assistant when we first met.
“Sirius A is where we met,” he said. “Only the two of us were in the spaceship, no one else.” That’s when I learned the exact reason my energy had been leaking into the spaceship. It wasn’t that the extraterrestrials were stealing my energy—it was because our spaceship was attacked, and I died in that lifetime. (According to him, “die” isn’t the right word, but I think it works here.)
As he suddenly remembered and shared the full story of what I shared from the beginning, I was deeply moved. My eyes welled up, and I tried to hide my feelings, saying, “It’s like a sci-fi movie.”
