Hae-Lyun Kang - Sydney Noir and New Age: A Memoir of My Spiritual Journey Before My Brother Shot at Prince Charles

Im standing on a balcony looking down below while eating a piece of white bread in May of 1990 at age twenty-one up in Hornsby, Sydney for a three-day weekend camp organized by a Spiritualist Church from Blacktown. I throw the piece of breadcrumb down below for the birds to eat before going back into the kitchen to help myself to another piece of white bread. As I approach the kitchen, I can see further in the distance a man sitting down watching me. I feel him continue to watch me as I eat a second piece of bread. I while my time away as I wait for other people to arrive for this three-day weekend camp. Soon enough more people arrive and a lady who is middle-aged calls out to everyone.

Welcome everybody, Im Lynette and I hope youll enjoy your three days here. Gather around as were going to have a past life recall.

I find that Im the only one here who is Asian and am the youngest person while most of the people are agedin their thirties, forties, and fifties. I join the rest of the people to one end of the hall.

Who would like to volunteer for a past life recall? asked Lynette.

A woman aged in her early forties with short, light brown hair and horsey teeth puts her hand up.

Whats your name? asked Lynette.

Im Jane.

Come forward Jane and lie down in front. Close your eyes and take a deep breath, said Lynette.

Jane closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Now I want you to see yourself walking down a path. You are walking toward a tunnel. At the end of this tunnel is a doorway. See yourself going toward the doorway and opening the door and stepping outside of the door. What do you see as you step outside of the door? asked Lynette.

I see a valley, said Jane.

What gender are you? asked Lynette.

Im male, replied Jane.

What century do you see yourself in?

Its early twentieth century.

What job do you think you do?

Im a pilot for the First World War.

How do you see yourself living your life in this past life?

I died young in flying a plane during the First World War.

I see. See yourself walking back through the doorway and walking through the tunnel and coming back to the present life, said Lynette. Open your eyes and take a deep breath.

Jane opened her eyes and took a deep breath. I sat there looking and watching this procedure take place and found myself not entirely convinced that Jane just had a past life recall.

So, this is a past life recall everybody, said Lynette. Does anybody have any questions?

Yes, do you feel your past in being a pilot have any relevance to your present life? asked a middle-aged woman.

Im not afraid of flying, replied Jane.

Any other questions? asked Lynette.

Do you feel the past life hinders your present life? asked a middle-aged man.

No, I work as a primary school teacher so I dont see any barriers there, replied Jane.

Good, said Lynette. Lets all go and have dinner and enjoy ourselves in having a wonderful meal. Come this way everybody.

So, the group of twenty people and myself got up and made our way to the dining area and sat down to a dinner of roast chicken, vegetables, and pasta. Afterward we made our way to the sleeping cabins. There were to be three different sleeping quarters. I had allocated myself for the cabin of the night owls which was to be the noisiest group of sleepers. The first group was to be the quietest group and the second group was to be for the one in between the quietest group and the night owls.

Good night Hae-Lyun, said one of the middle-aged men in the cabin of the night owls.

I didnt reply.

Shes asleep, said a middle-aged woman.

I kept my eyes closed and didnt answer but I could feel the middle-aged man sensing that I wasnt really asleep at all just yet, but soon enough I drifted off to sleep for real.