NakedOnMyChain
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Joined: 11/29/2004 From: Indiana Status: offline
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Yes, I believe in reincarnation. And yes, I believe I have lived before. I'm not quite sure how many times, but several is the most viable options. There are coincidences, deja vu's, spine-tingling bits of unidentified yet undeniable recognition, and other factors that lead me to believe that I have lived multiple lives. I think we choose our surroundings, our family. We choose our style of living before we're even born. The goal of each lifetime is to learn, to grow, and to better ourselves. The ultimate end goal is enlightenment (becoming part of the univeral collective... becoming God, if you will). I believe in the Summerlands (a Celtic idea of a place you go between lifetimes to reflect, ponder, and prepare). I believe in bodhisattvas (those who have already achieved enlightenment, yet choose to come back to and help others achieve it. For example, I believe Jesus was one). I believe that in the grand scheme of things this is a form of natural order. We live, we learn, we die. Then we wash, rinse and repeat to get the most from the experience. Once we've perfected ourselves, we are able to transcend our petty daily lives and join the Divine. Edited to add: I'm really not comfortable sharing some of my experiences in a public forum. They are intensely personal and powerful for me, and I'd like to keep them quietly tucked where they are. I will, however, relate this story. The most breathlessly solid moment I've ever experienced with past lives was when my niece was born a year and some months ago. When she was four days old, she spent the night at my house. She woke up in the middle of the night, and I went to feed her. We laid there in the dark, me giving her her bottle, and looked deep into each other's eyes for well over 45 minutes. Something transpired, some strange, beautiful acknowledgement. As I looked into her deep, clear gray eyes (which never changed color), and she gazed into my black ones, something happened that I will never be able to clearly describe. We knew each other. Not in an, "Oh, I've seen you somewhere," sense. It was a deep, soul-wrenching recognition that I have never felt before or after. Somewhere, at some time, she and I had done this before, this quiet ritual. Somewhere besides this sphere, we had been kin. Unfortunately, the memory faded on her part as she grew older. Every so often I'll catch a glimpse of that strong, rooted recognition as it flits across her little face. But honestly, it's rare. She's developing new memories now. I'm just glad I'm still here to see them. (Ok. I'm going to go do something else now. That memory is so strong that it still makes me cry just thinking about it.)
< Message edited by NakedOnMyChain -- 6/30/2006 5:30:02 AM >
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"Oh, it's torture, but I'm almost there." ~The Cure "I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave." ~The Labyrinth
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