Georgia showed me her daughter’s picture on her cell phone. “She is very pretty. What make you feel she is ..?” I asked her. “Oh, Yah! She is smart, she works hard, she is beautiful.” A mother’s pride showing on her face. “It sounds great, Then what makes you worried?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She has no boyfriend, her roommate is a gay guy, she hangs out at gay bar …” I asked: “Does she have a ‘girlfriend’?” “No, but I notice that ever since she is a little girl, she never likes to play with boys, she is always away from boys, she ….” “Well, you mean she might want to be a transgender?” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hesitated a little bit. ” I had her at age 43. It was high risk, you know, back then.” I suddenly got it. She is in her mid 70’s and she goes to church every Sunday. This daughter is the only one child. I reminded her: “Regardless what choice she makes, you will be her mother forever, correct?!” “Oh, of course.” But I knew she was concerned. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I guided her to visit her past life. She murmured: “It is summer, I am standing by the river. Many people around.” I asked her: ” Are you a boy or a girl?” “I am in my early twenties. I am a young man with blue jean. I am busy helping people.” I asked: “What are you doing?” “I am helping people to get on boat, I carry their luggage to the boat.” Boat on river? So I asked: ” How big is the river?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She said: “Pretty big! Steam boat, it is Mississippi.” “Ok, now it is time to go home, is your home far away?” “Not too far. I can walk home. …. I am home now.” I said: “Ok, anyone home?” “No. It is a small house. I walked in kitchen to cook something.” She continued: “I live alone.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Let time go fast, what happen to you?” “I am in my 40’s. I am helping people to get on boat.” I asked: “Are you married?” “No! I still live in the house by myself.” So I pressed the time to move fast. “Now, what happen to you? Are you staying at the same place?” She said: “Yes, I am old and died alone.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We moved on to visit another past life. This time, she landed on a street. “Are you in a city or country?” She said: “I am in city. I am walking down the street.” “Ok, are you man or woman?” She said:” I am a man. I am going to my office.” “What are you doing there?” She murmured: “I am an accountant. But I hate the job. I have to move the numbers around to make my boss happy.” I asked: “Are you married?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No. I am single. I’m leaving the city…. I move to the country.” I said: “Ok, do you know where you might be? In the US or Europe?” She said: “New York.” I followed: “It could be 1800 or 1900?” She said: “Early 1900. I am a farmer, I grow my own food.” “Ok, do you get your wife there?” She frowned: “No. I never got married. I am alone.” I pressed the time and asked her: “How did you die this life?” She said: ” I am very old, and die on my bed.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After brought her back to her consciousness, I tole her: “Well, you had been a man for at least two life times.” She understood what I tried to say. “I know. I will accept my daughter regardless whatever choice she makes for herself. And I am her mother forever.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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