The Forgotten Legacy

“The earth remembers what we forget.”

As Tammy turned the pages of a book her mother had given her before she passed away. "THE FORGOTTEN LEGACY."

By my own mother! She had it printed; it must have been before she even knew she was sick. Tammy sat back in her Ford Fusion four-door and just started to cry until she could cry no longer. The pages of this book brought so much to the surface. Tammy's mother suffered from Psychotic Disorders, regularly seeing things that are not present in our world. She saw ghouls, monsters, ghosts, past abusers, all kinds of things, and Tammy was afraid, just like her mom, that she would see these things too. On page 52, Tammy read a phrase that not only shook her to the core, but also shot her back to a core memory... The line was

“The earth remembers what we forget.”

The line wouldn’t leave Tammy’s mind; it circled her thoughts relentlessly. Eventually, she gave up trying to distract herself and went inside to sleep. As she drifted off, the phrase echoed in her head—again and again. Suddenly, she found herself on a mountaintop surrounded by people in strange clothing.

Tammy spoke, but it was as if she were watching herself from outside her body—same face, but a different life. The phrase pulsed through her again, and in an instant, she was whisked away to a bustling farm filled with cows, pigs, dogs, chickens, and cats. She wore a long black dress, feeding chickens as she sang an old, familiar tune.

As Tammy absorbed the beauty of the farm, a phrase vibrated through her bones, launching her consciousness to a sunlit beachfront in another life. She no longer felt like herself; instead, she experienced the world through the eyes of a man cradling two children. Despite the unfamiliar perspective, Tammy sensed her soul woven into this experience.

She watched as the man led the children into the water, teaching them how to swim. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she remained in this life, the memory lasting longer than others she had glimpsed. Suddenly, Tammy understood—her fear of water had its roots here. She witnessed the father rush to save his youngest son, only to be dragged under by a powerful wave.

Seconds passed with no sign of the father surfacing, his children struggling around him. Then, a man with a white beard, resembling Santa Claus, appeared unexpectedly. He saved the father and both sons in one swift motion, bringing them safely to the shore. Lying on the sand, gasping for air, the rescued family looked for their mysterious savior, but he had already vanished.

Tammy recalled the words again, and what she had just witnessed disturbed her, making her feel as if it had happened to her. Now, Tammy landed in a vast flower field. This time, her soul was completely different. Rippling and swaying with the wind, Tammy transformed into a bee! An overwhelming sense of tranquility washed over Tammy, a profound peace that eclipsed her shock at experiencing life through the form of a creature—specifically, a tiny, buzzing bee.

As she navigated the air, flitting and bounding with newfound agility, a hawk suddenly loomed in her path. She narrowly avoided the predator, a surge of liberation pulsing through her as she realized the sheer speed and freedom with which she could escape. As she navigated on the air streams she began to feel herself transforming again.

A long, rhythmic breath escaped her, a singular bridge between the tangible pulse of the waking world and the ethereal. As soon as she let out the long sigh of cosmic relief she felt herself fly all the way up to the sky. She was now in a star system. She saw all around her, and she was a fractal of light. She was simply there; a star shining down, doing her job—content, happy, and free.

As a star, she expanded out into the universe and rained down onto the Earth as at least 100 different beings, dispersing into various homes. She was many souls from many times, and now she was dreaming it lucidly.

She could feel and sense everything around her as a real, undeniable fact. She asked her subconscious,

"What is the most important life I need to remember when returning to my body?"

The dream transformed right then and there into an older, mystic-like scene. Tammy looked exactly as she does now, fitting the age and lifestyle of a witch in the early 1800s. Immediately, dread and sadness washed over her in the lucid dream. She began to remember this life piece by piece, and it was not an easy one.

Tammy was a witch in the year 1819, ridiculed for her craft and what she stood for. She was often attacked, both verbally and physically, simply because she practiced and lived in a certain way. She suddenly remembered why this incarnation might have been the most important guide for her life now. She was not a witch per se, but she held to her own beliefs and practiced magic in a way that drew judgment; being raised in a Christian church did not help.

But now Tammy knew exactly what to do upon waking up. The thought of waking put Tammy right back in her bed, in her body. The earth sure remembered what I forgot, but I remembered it upon waking, she thought to herself.

As soon as she managed to move her entire body out of bed, Tammy hurried to her desk, where her mother’s book awaited her: The Forgotten Legacy. With fresh perspective, Tammy pored over the pages, reading about her late mother’s astral travels as if seeing them for the first time. To her astonishment, she realized that her mother, too, was a multi-dimensional soul—just as Tammy had discovered about herself during the wild, vividly lucid dream she’d experienced the night before.

Tammy’s mind raced as she tried to make sense of the extraordinary events unfolding so rapidly. The power of her mother’s words seemed to ripple through her, awakening abilities she never knew existed within herself. Through the pages of The Forgotten Legacy, it felt as if her mother was bestowing upon her the very gifts Tammy had lost touch with. The bond between them now felt stronger than ever before, transcending even the boundaries of life and death.

Tammy understood what she had to do next. She needed to finish her mother’s book, then return to her dreams and embrace her multi-dimensional soul. By doing so, Tammy would heal herself and her family line—across time, across dimensions, and across space—forevermore.