Tears After a Temple Visit: Two Lives Revealed in One Reading

Near the end of a telephone reading, a woman mentioned something she could not explain. After visiting Kurama Temple in Japan, she had begun to cry on the way home. There had been no obvious reason, and the tears would not stop.

When I opened the cards, I saw a life connected with that temple. What followed was one of the most unexpected sequences I had encountered in a reading.

Autumn at the Temple

In the first scene, I understood her to have been a male monk. He was sweeping fallen leaves with a bamboo broom and gathering them into a fire. The autumn colors around him were extraordinary.

The mountain temple was quiet, with few visitors. His days were filled with chanting, seated meditation, and preparations for winter: chopping firewood and preserving food.

Then the scene changed. He was meditating alone in the main hall when a great shaft of golden light passed through the ceiling and surrounded him. It reminded me of the heavenly light in European religious paintings. Within the reading, I sensed a connection with a presence beyond Earth, though I did not yet understand what I was seeing.

An Earlier Arrival

The next image seemed to belong to a time before the monk’s life. I saw her with roughly ten companions arriving on Mount Kurama. They were humanlike in shape, about the height of children, and their bodies shone gold. I perceived them communicating telepathically, marveling at the beauty of the world where they were about to live.

The story unfolding through the cards was that they had come from another world. Their original planet had become uninhabitable after its orbit brought it too close to its sun. They had moved elsewhere and lived through thousands of years of reincarnation, before another threat to their world brought them to Earth.

Mount Kurama appeared in this vision as a place of arrival. They recognized a sign and found their way there. I also saw other beings using the same place. This was the imagery of the reading, rather than a claim about a physically established gateway on the mountain.

A Connection Remembered

I understood the life at Kurama Temple, where she became its head priest, to have been her first human incarnation after that arrival. Something of the earlier connection remained. The monk did not consciously know the origin I had perceived, but the golden light seemed to comfort and replenish his soul.

The woman’s tears now took on a meaning within that spiritual interpretation: perhaps her visit had stirred memories of both lives at once. Her connection with the area and her decision to visit the temple seemed, in the reading, to be part of that remembering.

I had not previously seen two such different lives emerge together with this clarity. The quiet monk, the golden light, and the earlier arrival on the mountain left me with a lasting sense of wonder.