reincarnation

Don't believe "in it." Believe in the "possibility of it."

I go back and forth on the idea, depending on my theory of consciousness at the time. Some psychic reader told me I was a pharaoh in a past life. I've also been told by more than one reader that I was a Native American. I'm rather agnostic on the whole matter.

I definitly believe in it, especially after hearing the story of The Dalai Lama and a little story of my own.
My mom died in 94 and a few months afterwards my nephew Mavarick was born. At a family get-together in 98, we were all watching the Seahawks get creamed and the neph outsteched his arms and said, "boy, its good to be a man again". From that point on I knew that my mother's spirit was now my nephew.
As for me, I have no idea. Plus I haven't really given it much thought. My concern is on the here and now, nothing else.

I didn't even consider the possibility until I started to notice the people who just seemed to appear in my life ~ most of my 'good friends' are people who I've been through much, over years, with ~ but, then, I started to notice that some people ~ for no known 'reason' in this life ~ just appeared & my life & immediately existed in my 'inner circle', firmly staying there right from the start

my relationships with these few people, seemed to just 'pick up where we left off' ~ only, I had never met them before ~ in this life ~ it's like looking at most of a connect-the-dots picture ~ the 'negative space' is obvious & leaves a distinctive pattern, in absentia

technically speaking, tho, I don't really 'believe in past-lives and/or reincarnation' ~ I just use those terms to communicate with other people about a shared phenomena ~ really, I think that I am a multi-dimensional being, living all my past, present & future lives, at the 'same time' ~ here in the NOW ~ my ego is just doing its job of keeping the story-line that I call "MaryEllen Marshall" together, operating in a 'time frame' that allows for maximum interaction with everyone around me

sometimes, it is possible to shift my ego consciousness around a bit & I can get *glimpses* of the other 'parts' of me that I don't 'normally' have access to ~ additional information that is useful to me *resonates* with the known whole ~ much like a harmonic

I have been able to put a few parallel story lines together:

I was the 'Mother Superior' figure in an old European convent ~ I was VERY devout & humorless ~ I accomplished much good with my life, but also scarred bunches of young women with my buzzkill attitude ~ the life I am living now is crafted, in many ways, to show me that praise of God is nothing, if not *joyful*

I lived the 'ugly duckling' story on the American frontier ~ tall, red-haired & gangly as a child, I was teased & outcast by the very same women who later wanted my beauty advice when I grew into a stunning woman ~ but I could never trust them & consciously and/or unconsciously turned to cosmetics tinged with more than a little 'black magic'

I was a male academic-type, again in Europe ~ 'prolly studied astrology & Latin ~ but I have fewer details on this life ~ other than some subjects that I have formally studied, seem more like 'remembering' than learning ~ a process I am quite familiar with....

there are others, but with less detail

love all-ways,
mem

I am somewhat agnostic about it. I would be unhappy with the idea that the whole concept could be used to 'explain' any political ineqaulities for example, or being born with any learning difficulties.

I was once told I was a nun in a past life, with doubts about my vocation. Well, it might explain why the whole area of religion and spirituality can be so fraught for me, too much angst brought over from an earlier incarnation.

Someone then told me I had been a female healer in Victorian times, but had turned vindictive when I had been prosecuted for it.

When very small I had a fascination with numbers and letters of the alphabet, which I knew most other children did not share. Was that due to chanting in vain over rosaries or misusing a grimoire in a past life?

Well, there could be other explanations, I think: genes, collective memorey, basic similarities in a brain that is hard-wired to be magical in some ways. Sometimes I think we need to remember a litle more that the human race with its genes is much older than we are - we are just mayfly on the surface of that, albeit maybe with an imperative to take what is bequeathed us in terms of this genetic, or karmic, or whatever mix, a little further along the road. Or maybe not. As said, what I don't care to do do is look for guilt trips in these areas, or find it as a means to invailidate certain areas of experience -

Currently I'm trying to focus on what I am, rather than what I am not.

Maybe in a future life I'll be able to tell people that in my past life I was Jai!

When I was four, I told my mother that I did not treat my children the way she treated hers. She said I was adamant about this. My grandmother wanted to explore this more with me but my mother didn't. Not sure if Gram ever asked me any questions regarding this but it is interesting to know I did this. So, if this is the case then I guess I had children. ;)

yes...

I had a past life transgresion at Starwood with J???? I was a man...Handsome one at that :-)


another time i was a young boy in a fishing village.

Same session


Amy:-)

Have had tow past life readings. First one, after $$ changed hands, and short conversations back and forth, began with, "You have a very old soul." Ended abruptly as I said, "Like Old King Cole?" She replied, "You are not seriously interested!" and walked right out the front door.

Second time, with no $$ involved, same beginning, but he rejoined with, "No, you were never a King; but you have been Merry." Over the next four hours or so, we downed a fine bottle of Chardonnay, and ate all the cheese in the house.

Earliest life identified was as a minor player in the "Aten" revolution in Egypt; about 3,300yrs ago.
Later was a like a squad leader in raiding parties during the Dark Ages, a bloodthirsty, looting bastard.

Wonder when I'll find out who I am now? (groan)

i tend to believe that the "spiritual" world is really no different than the physical world. so your "soul" would do exactly what your physical body does when you die... break down and combine with multiple elements. i think that everyone has been everyone... or at least a piece of them has been a piece of everyone else. when people remember "past lives" i think that the memories are maybe just the ones that happen to be important for them in this life. i have a hard time believing that "souls" remain intact through the death/birth process. it's more like a return to the collective unconscious where pieces of that collective unconscious (which were pieces of many souls) recombine to form a new life. just my theory.