Mrs. Mother: Past Lives, Moldavite

Bought a beautiful moldavite pendant on an ebay auction recently. The description said the item wouldn't arrive until around March 20th, but it arrived today, just as I was leaving the house to drive to the coast, a happy bit of timing for my birthday gift to myself.

Last night, I was hoping that the moldavite would arrive before I left. I was also working with Doreen Virtue's Angel Dreams oracle and developing my psychic skills. Specifically, working with spirit guides and energies.

Last night had the most vivid dream that was clearly a past life encounter:

With friends, including on-line friends and Fortean researchers, upstairs in a room that is painted a light blue color. We're here to watch a classic film -- European, subtitled. In the waking "real" world, there is no such film as this, but in the dream, it's understood this black and white movie is a classic. An "art house" type film, that all of us have seen at least three or four times in our lives. So here we are together, ready for a pleasant afternoon of watching this favorite classic movie. 

Just as the movie is starting, I wonder if I shouldn't call  my mother. My husband suggests I should as well. I hear my mother "calling" me - telepathically, she's telling me she's worried about me. I also see and hear my father (who is deceased) appearing to me, telling me I should call my mother. (In waking life this would be very strange indeed since my parents divorced when I was t I say "This is kind of silly, I'm an adult, I don't need to check in with my mother," but it's not about asking permission, it's about contacting her. I call her and she tells me she's relived to hear from me, she was just worried and wanted to know where i was.

Then the dream shifts. I'm about 9 years old, very precocious. It's the mid or late 1920s. I know we're somewhere in Western Europe, on a very large estate.  I'm with my mother -- only the woman isn't my mother in waking/real life. In fact, I call her something like "Mrs. M," or "Mrs. Mom," maybe Mrs. Mother. While that sounds formal, the feeling between us isn't. It's very loving and trusting. We're both dressed in woolen trench coats --mine is hwite -- and aviator goggles and hats. We're trying to fix our plane so we can take off. Escape, actually. For there is a man, connected to the military, in the second story window of the mansion on this property. He has a rifle, and he is aiming right at us. His only goal is to kill us. 

Both "Mrs. M" and I are working urgently, and of course we don't want to die. But at the same time, I'm resigned to the very likely possibility we might very well die. It is what it is. While I'd certainly prefer not to die, if I do, well, that's the way it needs to be. Mrs. M and I have a conversation as we're working on the plane. I ask her: 

"You're not my real mother, are you?"
"No, well, yes. This time, this third life around, I am. Here, on this earth. Don't you remember? We worked this out before you came here. Your other mothers had you, now, you're with me for this time."
"Oh, that's right." I say. "I remember now." I pause, then ask her, "You really do love me though, right?"
"Of course I do! Very much," and I believe her, absolutely.

The man in the window takes aim. He begins to pull the trigger. We look up, facing him. At that moment, a huge brilliant white orb of light comes flying down, between us and the man in the window. The orb blocks out the sun, and the brilliance of the light blinds the man. I hear an explosion; of the rifle, I"m not sure, of the ball of light, certainly, and I find myself tumbling though space. 

This is what one site says about one of Moldavite's properties:

Moldavite is an excellent stone to use to assist in astral travel and in the communication with spirit guides. Moldavite also assists in past life regression and it can help you to see into the future. source

"The Moldavite Man" writes:

There are many benefits of this stone, and exposure to it, including, activating the dream state when worn while sleeping...