Beyond the Luggages of the Past

Long ago, I wrote an article titled "The Luggages of the Past" - a reflection on the burdens, emotional codes,

and ancestral patterns we carry across timelines.

Some suitcases were filled with memories, others with

wounds, and some were not ours to bear at all.

They were packed by our lineage, our traumas, or the echoes of

roles we no longer play.

But now, a new dream arrived - one that rewrote everything.

It was the eve of my road trip to the Dalmatian Coast, a journey both physical and spiritual.

At noon, as I

rested in a quiet liminal state, I saw myself traveling by coach to a Balkan village, which I knew in my spirit

was in Serbia.

I was not alone.

My mother, who has passed into the higher realms, was there beside me.

Together we were led by a man to a guesthouse on a hillside.

We did not go upward, but downward - into a

basement that opened into a secret atrium.

A garden hidden beneath the surface.

The room we entered was

filled with beds placed closely together, one next to the other.

I didn't like the idea of being stuffed into a room

with many others - it felt confining, not aligned with my spirit.

I stepped out, needing air, clarity.

Then I saw my mother carrying one of my suitcases - the exact one I had

prepared for the real-world trip.

It was filled with shoes, cosmetics, and medicines.

I asked where she had been

and what had become of the other suitcase.

Her answer came like a thunderbolt of truth:

"Who cares about the other suitcase?"

She walked ahead, swiftly, powerfully.

I stood at the entrance of this in-between place, unsure whether to

return to the coach.

But I knew: if I turned back now, I would lose the sacred direction.

This dream was a continuum of my soul's journey - a response from the Divine to my earlier writing.

I realized

I no longer need to drag the old luggages behind me.

The suitcase I now carry holds only what is aligned with

my light.

Perhaps the other suitcase was the weight of judgment.

Perhaps it contained identities I've outgrown, or scripts

others wrote for me.

But she, my spirit mother, knew: I had chosen freedom.

To all who still hold heavy suitcases filled with sorrow, doubt, and obligation - I say this:

You are allowed to leave them behind.

The gate will close behind you, and that is your protection.

The garden you find will not be above you, but within.

And the path ahead will know your name.

No more luggages of the past.

Only the sacred travel of a soul returned to its sovereignty.

© Katerina Kostaki

Founder of the Academy of Inner Light