Frequency with Clovistia
12th Dimensional Star being, Clovistia, channels knowledge and wisdom through Host Grace Star, her human counterpart, on this riveting weekly podcast that jumps into spirituality at its essence. From the ancient times to present there is frequency for all to share. Grace Star shares her near death experience and past lives that share relevance with the channeled information from her own experiences, and Co-Host Dr. Kathryn Leeman helps guide the path. Can we heal this planet by adjusting the toxic frequency to a healing frequency? Clovistia is here on this planet to attempt exactly that. Stop by and join the journey, spiritual warriors needed!
Frequency with Clovistia
43. Past Life: Sham
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This chapter is called Sham Fading in. I don't know where I'm at, what place I'm at or what time it is. It's all unknown. What I do see is amazing. I'm surrounded by horses, specifically mares and foals. All around me Arabian type horses the babies are galloping through lush green grass. Their beauty is unreal. I feel a connection to them. I'm related to these magical creatures. My family owns them. Some of them are running past me. Their flowing manes and stride is breathtaking. I'm looking around for the time and location and I think it possibly could be Egypt long ago. I don't see pyramids, but the landscape looks Egyptian. I will have to look for a year marker of some type or other method to date this life.
Speaker 1:I walk over to a huge lush pasture and there is one amazing horse standing in the middle. I immediately feel great love for him. He is prancing around and I feel such joy in my heart for this animal to be in my life. He's a stallion. He's a copper color, with a gorgeous snow-white mane and tail and white stockings on all his legs. His name is Sham. His body and movement are like I have never seen before. He has a tiny, chiseled head and big, wide brown eyes. He produces not only his confirmation but his personality as well. Everyone loved him so much and his babies are the same and very popular.
Speaker 1:My family owns and breeds this line of horses for many human generations, carefully choosing the best of the best for generations of my ancestors and many, many generations of horses. I realize we supply horses to the royal family. Our family is a very big deal. We are rich and the men run the business like a giant corporation. We only sell the very best horses to the pharaoh. It must be Egypt. I just realized that the Pharaoh is a horse connoisseur. He buys the best of the best to ride and enjoy Every year. He has first choice of all of the spectacular new babies and finished trophy horses. I have been in the palace many times to present amazing horses that cost a fortune, many times to present amazing horses that cost a fortune. They are not only beautiful but superbly trained. These are personal horses. What I mean by that is they are intended not to pull chariots, carts or wagons, not to go into war. They are intended to be pampered and ridden or visually enjoyed from special locations in green pastures to watch the movement, which is effortless.
Speaker 1:I am blessed to be here. I am a kind, gentle soul. I am a handsome teenage boy. It is my pleasure to watch Sham being groomed each day. I find it very relaxing and enjoyable. The motion and techniques of the different brushes. Bathing and maintaining him is a full-time job. The motion and technique of the different brushes create a wonderful glow on his coat. His bathing and maintenance is a full-time job. He shines like glass. I find it so relaxing to sit in the shade of a date palm and watch Shams every move. I spend all day doing it.
Speaker 1:Tonight I am awakened to screaming in the night. Men are running around. There is chaos in the house. It takes me a moment to hear what the screaming is about. The massive horse barn is on fire. It contains all the very best trophy horses. The mares and foals are in another area, so they are safe, but Sham is in the barn.
Speaker 1:I grab my pants and custom-made riding boots. Panic fills my mind. I must hurry to see what is happening and find Sham. I rush for the front door of the big house that I live in. As I open the massive wooden doors I can see the sky glowing like daytime from the flames. The barn is burning so hot, but I immediately run towards the barn as fast as I can. I must find Sham.
Speaker 1:My eyes scan around the barn. I don't see him. He's not outside yet If he's inside, I cannot leave him. Instinctively, I do not feel the danger that I am in. I am too focused on saving sham. The front barn doors are open, but no one is doing anything. I rush up to the wall of fire and hear timber crashing and breaking. There is a loud roar from the fire and the building is getting ready to collapse, but I don't care.
Speaker 1:I frantically search for Sham in the smoke. Finally, I see him in the distance. He has his head out his stall door. He is rearing and jumping around trying to get out. I wonder why no one has turned these horses loose. They could have been saved and I would not have to take such a great risk.
Speaker 1:As myself, personally, I'm alarmed at the situation that's going on. I realize it's too dangerous. No one has entered under fear of death. Dangerous, no one has entered under fear of death. But without thinking too long, I dash into the barn and am immediately surrounded by fire. As the barn comes down on all of us and I fade to black.
Speaker 1:I do not remember anything else. I take a deep breath, I am back to myself and I am out of breath from running. I am aware that the fire was arsoned by a competitor and nothing else. I suspect the employees were bribed to leave Sham and the other trophy horses inside the barn. It feels right, but I have no proof. As I drift away the barn it feels right, but I have no proof.
Speaker 1:As I drift away, different thoughts run through my mind from my own childhood and I recall the first time I heard the word sham. I had a pony that I would ride with local riders, and one day a new rider approached with a dark brown Arabian mare. She proudly said that her name is Sham. Creepy crawlies ran down my spine and I stared at the mare. I looked at the palms of my hands that were becoming filled with anxiety. I'm running the name through my mind, but I don't think too much of the moment and we move on because I haven't made the connection yet. This is a really sweet life that I remember and I appreciate you listening to it.
