Mother Mary said to me ”Artemis Diana, come here right away! In the next five seconds I will put you into a dream of another lifetime that was a very long time ago; back when you were living in the world of the Ancients”.
I plunged down immediately into a dream and in my dream I saw myself exactly as I was way back then, a slight young woman of Sumerian ancestry who was given in marriage as a slave wife to a wicked Egyptian master.
I remembered standing on the beach that day at the mouth of the Nile river looking deeply into my parents eyes. My parents were beautiful, gentle and once wealthy people who had run into some financial hardship. They had to do something they said.
Our golden jewels and fine clothing shimmered in the sun. I agreed with them to stay in Egypt whilst they returned home to Sumer in Mesopotamia. It would give me many opportunities they said. They said it was a short term solution.
The five years that followed for me were like an experience of hell on Earth. The Master I had married was a huge and angry man who had a raging and unpredictable temper. The master’s mother lived with us, in a well kept home on a steep paved street in a tiny fishing village on the coast near Port Said. She was a kind soul and a loving soul, my only friend in the village, and she had even intervened to protect me twice from the master’s rage; in one episode of which I surely would have been cast away forever.
One night I had returned from my paid work tutoring the children at the neighbourhood school to a dark home. As I pushed open the heavy wooden door that led in from the street I could feel that something was terribly wrong. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark scene before me on that dark night, I saw the knife raised above her. I witnessed my Master murder his mother in cold blood.
I knew in that split second I had to run for my life. His eyes glared like a hungry Raven from across the room as I gasped for thin air. I bolted out into the street and ran, gasping; down into the village and through to the other side, to the forest I knew was safe, to the schoolhouse where I worked and where I knew all of the children, and waited for them until morning.
The children hid me well behind the schoolhouse for eighty days, bringing me scraps from their own meals and keeping tight the secret of my existence lest I be murdered too. I wept and wept then as I grieved the loss of my safety, of my kind and friendly mother-in-law, of my mother and father, and of my life back in Sumer.
I decided to leave. In my mind I could return back to my parents and the life I had in Sumeria. I set out walking on a dirt trail that weaved along the coast. The trail dwindled and soon turned inland toward the dry, harsh and unforgiving desert. It was a difficult trail, but a way nevertheless, I thought; back to my home.
I walked alone for many miles, until I felt I could not continue. I laid down on the side of the thin dirt track, aware of the sounds of the people walking past my body, as my subconscious mind slipped gratefully into the astral plane. After five days I left my body there.
In my dream I saw myself then, completely dead to the material plane and the matrix and all who were in it. My body now lay in a temple complex midway between Egypt and Sumeria; on a white stone my body laid and inside a room that was pleasant and open to the natural world. I heard many times the bells ringing there and smelled the ceremonial incense as I faced my life story in the hall of mirrors. I clearly saw before me the story of the life I’d lived and felt the senselessness, the meaninglessness and the heavy burden of a life stolen from me and a future unlived. No-one came to see my body or even knew I had died.
At the end of my long and sorrowful passage through the hall of mirrors on the Astral Plane, I found myself awake in a light filled catacomb beneath the earth. I was resting here in small deep pools of heated and scented water as the flowing and trickling sounds of the water comforted me, and the warmth of the water healed my body, mind and soul. Serene angels silently came in and went out, whispering lest they disturb me.
When I saw Mary I said to her, ”What is the meaning of the lifetime that I saw in the dream?, and what are the lessons of this lifetime?”
She said to me, ”Diana, don’t you know? The lifetime represents the themes of abandonment, loss and betrayal, and the lesson is about detachment. In all of the many lives you are given to live, focus on portraying well the roles that God has given you. Don’t hold on to bitterness or resentments. If you want to escape the endless pain of reincarnation, let go of all attachments to the material plane”.
Love to all and divine dreams from Artemis Diana
(C) ARTEMIS DIANA 2026
