A Soul Journey Story- Love. Give. Heal.

A Soul Journey Story

Every Soul Journey unfolds in its own way, and Steve’s session was one of those that stayed with me long after it ended. He began on a quiet island, stepped into a waterfall of light, and from there was shown who he really is beyond this life. Along the way he remembered past lifetimes, met guides who reminded him of his purpose, and embraced the younger version of himself that had once felt so alone. What came through at the end was simple but powerful — a vow to live with an open heart: Love. Give. Heal.

Island of Light

Steve’s journey began on an island at noon. The sun shone high overhead, steady and warm, filling the air with a comfortable glow. The temperature was perfect, like a mild spring day in the 70s.

He stood inland, gazing toward a small mountain where a waterfall of multicolored light poured down. It wasn’t water but living beams of color, shimmering and shifting as if each hue carried its own life force. At the base, the radiance gathered into a deep, glowing pool.

Steve moved closer, drawn irresistibly to its energy. He stepped into the pool, and the moment he did, he dissolved. He became the light.

Gravity vanished. His body fell away. He was weightless, transparent, woven into the currents of existence. He could see through the world: the hidden lines connecting plant, rock, and wind, flowing outward into infinity. He was part of it all.

The Guide

In that endless field, Steve called for a guardian. Instantly, a presence appeared. A being of transparent, glowing energy. Its form suggested the shape of a head but never fully solidified. It was presence more than body, flowing, alive.

The being was as close as Steve wished. He realized: “I’m in him, and he’s in me.”

The feeling was unmistakable: humor, love, and profound care. The being laughed often, a sound of joy that warmed Steve to his core.

When Steve asked what wisdom it carried, the being responded playfully: “Where do you want to go?” Steve knew immediately. “Knowledge,” he said. The being laughed knowingly, then carried him.

The Place of Souls – The Tremors of Memory

The scenery shifted into a city of living energy. Other souls filled it—familiar, beloved presences who recognized him instantly. He knew them, and they knew him. This was home.

The ground trembled with surges of energy, not dangerous but alive. Each pulse fed him, reminding him of who he truly was.

Then the transformation deepened. The smaller, human part of Steve fell away. His true essence emerged. He became lightning. His form was flashing brilliance, everywhere at once, alive with understanding.

From within came his soul name: “Corletts.” Ancient, resonant, unpronounceable in English, but carrying the weight of eternity.

Corletts spoke: “Reach out. Reach out with your arms, your heart, your mind. Touch people with your feelings and thoughts.”

Steve received a vision of his future self healing others, channeling energy, and transmitting love. It felt like completion. Purpose.

The Origin – Held by God

The guide drew him deeper, to the Origin.

It was not a place. It was God.

Here, Steve was held as a child is held—safe, cherished, completely loved. The voice of God whispered into him: “Be true to who you are. Remember to love. That is why you were sent.”

From this center, infinity unfolded. Branches of light stretched out in all directions. Steve saw his many selves—thousands of lives, all living simultaneously, all equally vital.

The Ship and the Sickness (1400s)

Countless portals appeared before him, each one glowing with the energy of another lifetime. One golden door shone brightest. Steve stepped through.

He was a man in the 1400s, a Spanish naval captain. His uniform was coarse and formal, his authority heavy. He stood aboard a ship that smelled of mildew and damp wood. Twenty-three men under his command, restless and hungry.

For weeks the sky had been overcast. With no stars, he could not find direction. The men were agitated. Three had already died.

At last, the clouds parted. A shaft of light revealed land. Relief swept through the crew. They drew closer: rocky shores, dark cliffs, northern forests. Greenland, perhaps Canada.

But sickness spread quickly. Food was gone. More men died. On land, fresh water revived them briefly, but disease persisted. The wasting continued. Finally, only he and three others remained, huddled in a cold cave.

His thoughts turned to his family—a wife with kind, familiar eyes like Steve’s mother’s, and three children, one of whom carried the energy of Steve’s father. He knew he would never see them again.

His last breath was resignation. But then he saw people waiting—smiling, welcoming him. His soul rose in relief, in joy.

His lesson was clear: Compassion is more important than achievement. Love is greater than mission.

Before fading, he reached into Steve and pulled out a dark, circular void. He threw it away, leaving Steve lighter. As a gift, he gave him the love of family. His advice was simple: “Smile. Spread this.”

Larry the Orphan (1746)

Another door glowed orange. Behind it, Steve sensed lack and fear. He entered.

He was Larry, a 10-year-old British boy in 1746. Hungry, weak, trapped in a stone basement with 50 other children. Some had already died. The air was damp and cold.

He remembered his life before. His parents were farmers—poor but content. Until one night, men on horses attacked with torches. His mother was killed before his eyes. His father soon after. Larry was taken, crying, thrown into a wagon with other children. Water was splashed on them to silence their screams.

They were sold, imprisoned, abused by keepers who treated them cruelly. Starving, Larry survived for weeks, until he tried to escape through a hole. A keeper caught him and stabbed him in the back.

His last thought was simple: “Mom.”

And then she came. In spirit, she embraced him. Together they drifted in a healing realm—an incubator of light. Larry released his fear of not being good enough. From Steve’s energy, he pulled a trapezoid-shaped object, crushed it, and said: “It’s okay. You’re loved.”

The Teacher of Peace (12 A.D.)

Another doorway brightened, glowing with wisdom. Steve stepped through and became a man in his 60s, living in Greece around 12 A.D.

He wore robes and taught thirty people about peace, love, and oneness. Some resisted, but others felt the deeper truth and their energy lit with recognition.

The man remembered where it all began. As a boy of twelve, sitting near a boulder, a golden star descended. It spoke to him in feelings and thoughts, filling him with truth. From that day, his face glowed faintly. Some mocked him, but they could not harm him. By his twenties, he was already seen as an elder, teaching in great halls of learning.

He never married, never had children. His life was devoted entirely to peace.

And then, in this session, time bridged. Steve sat with this man—past and present together, teacher and student, yet also one. They recognized each other instantly.

The man looked at him with kind eyes and said: “You have the energy in you.”

When Steve asked his name, the man smiled and answered simply: “Friend.”

This past self agreed to return—not just as memory, but as an active guide and mentor walking with Steve now.

Soul Retrieval

At last, the journey turned inward. It was time to call back a younger part of himself—one who had been left behind in struggle. Out of the luminous space stepped his 14-year-old self, thin and weighed down, carrying the quiet heaviness of adolescence. The boy looked at Steve and whispered with longing: “I want to be you.”

Steve felt a pang of tenderness. He knew what this boy had endured—the loneliness, the silent battles, the sense that no one was truly there. Kneeling before him, Steve placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders and said gently: “You’re not alone.”

In that moment, the boy’s expression shifted. A tentative smile appeared, fragile but real.  Steve drew him close, wrapping him in an embrace that carried all the love the younger self had once lacked.

Then, taking his hand, Steve led him to the pool of light at the island’s center. Together they stepped in. The water rose around them, luminous and warm, and the boy dissolved into radiance. The separation vanished. They merged into wholeness.From within Steve’s chest, a glow began to shine. It was a green healing light, expanding outward, pulsing with renewal. It filled his heart, then his whole being.

The Return

And so the journey circled back. From island to God, from sailor to orphan to teacher, from boy to lightning being—Steve remembered.

He is Corletts, the lightning soul.
He is Friend, healer, guide, love.

The stories of compassion, of lack, of wisdom, and of reunion all converged into a single truth. As his awareness rose back into waking life, the vow carried with him, etched into the fabric of his soul.

One truth resounded above all others, steady and unshakable:

A  vow crystallized, rising from the deepest part of his soul:

“I am loving towards everyone. I give. I heal.”