Does the soul decide and then choose what experiences it wants for the next lifetime or is each life, a matter of karma?
As a child, felt confused about death. A friend’s father passed away when we were about age 7 or 8. The adults went to her father’s funeral but the children didn’t. We did not feel
sad at first. We thought he would go to heaven then come back and tell us all about his adventure. We waited and waited.
A few years later, maybe at age 11 or 12, read an interesting and fascinating article about the reincarnation (I think in Life magazine). The experience of a young child. Even though adults frowned on reincarnation, I believed it was possible.
Last year, won a book in a draw, by Dr Brian Weiss. He was not trained to deal with, and was skeptical about reincarnation, yet grew to believe, through a patient. What an experience for him and his clients. Thankyou again Anayah and thankyou Dr Weiss. Recently in September, after reading a book called Aleph, felt a huge embrace for my soul. The weight of turmoil is lifted, I also embraced a personal experience. A few weeks after reading Aleph, read another story about a butterfly, written by Ken Crane. Thankyou Paulo, Hilal, and all on the Transiberian journey. Thankyou Ken. All of these stories help so much. Death is not ‘the’ end. John Lennon said ‘I think it’s just getting out of one car and into another.’
Even still I feel sad while adjusting to a loved one not being here in physical form.
Special things like expressions come back to encourage and provide comfort. Phrases and sentences, encouraging sorts of things. Sometimes songs or certain poems. And they sometimes appear through other people, right out of the blue. I’m thankful. It helps very much to know that loved ones are all right.
Is there an agreement among souls to meet again? It does seem to be so, because when meeting certain people, feel a strong, heartfelt, instant affinity. And sometimes dream about friends, looking forward to seeing them again!! A few weeks ago, read John O’Donohue’s book ‘Anam Cara’. About soul friends.
I do not know about my previous lifetimes, although some people have the gift of knowing. Wow! I don’t want to know, or least not just yet. In listening to John Denver sing ‘Wings That Fly Us Home’, is incredibly humbling. I feel equal (loved equally) as well as a compassionate tenderness for humanity.
Maybe every person has one or more very specific songs that bring them home, to the soul? How could I be critical of another’s taste in music in that light? It feels great to commune with the soul, and express it. How precious for every person.
Sometimes we admire our kitty, Rodney, at play. He’s fussy, fincky. He invented a toy! He’s wild, a feral kitty that we adopted from an organization. Unsure of us for a long time, peeking around the corner or watching from a high place. We did not make efforts to tame or force him to come around. He did slowly, at his own pace. Rodney loves music and taking care of his brother Skiddy, who is elderly now. He reminds me of little children. A little girl playing with her baby doll. To her, the doll is a real baby. Rodney sometimes offers food to his toys. I don’t think he intends to be ‘fussy’, it just seems that way. He knows what he wants. His nurturing abilities touch my heart. Do our pets go to a next life?
Is there a ‘self’?
In the 1990’s, heard an expression called ‘mid-life crisis’ and wondered what is it? Now, looking back, it seems very similar to what I was going through at age 17 (1973). As well had a feeling like I wanted to go home, a sort of homesick feeling. It didn’t last long but was very intense. I ached to be gentle, to be in an environment where I could be gentle. Like when running free in the prairie full of wonder. That seems to be the most pronounced.
Now at age 55, cannot find a more definitive ‘self’, but can find attributes. Part of the whole universal, infinite, Love. A small part of one loving soul. There are people that I feel like hugging, when just thinking of them. Going to Melk was a turning point. There was no judgement, no words, proving, or competition. Only love. A lot of joy, a lot of gratitude. Home! Heaven on earth. Like this gentle, sensitive soul was accepted, welcome, part of something wonderfully amazingly sacred and beautiful.
Maybe one needs to be a bit crazy to keep working at making their dreams come true? I felt strongly about it then but understand now, that I ‘had’ to go to Melk. Every day begins and ends with a prayer of thanks. For everything. Family, friends. That could not have happened without a dream and wanting the dream to come true. So I might be a little crazy. But dreams are not crazy.
I am a bundle of enthusiastic energy most often! Flying like a butterfly, or hummingbird. Still sometimes seeing incredible neon colors in my dreams. The exact shades don’t exist but maybe one day!
Rediscovering more about what feels good – allowing it to flourish. Admiring, feeling regard and respect for all of our journeys.
Learning how to love better; trying not to hurt others hearts. Living more confidently from the heart, like during childhood. It doesn’t feel like my soul has an age (in years), or a gender. In some ways feel younger than even 4 years ago. Am I slowly growing into the soul that was during childhood? That little girl is now living in the light also feeling lighter and more light-hearted. Enjoying every treasure and still finding more. This lifetime, physically I live in a woman’s body. A loving and proud mom!!
God loves me. Quirks, imperfections and all. Oftentimes children hope that their parents are proud of them. I hope that the kids are proud of me too.
There is a forgiveness prayer Paulo Coelho’s new book called Aleph. It’s beautiful. I love prayers!
Also forgive myself for not knowing then, what I remember now. The divine nature of all.
At 17, was not sure about anything. It’s probably the mid-life-crisis, only experienced at a younger age. I’m not an expert in anything. But something back then said ‘Hang in there, you’ll be glad one day that you did.’ So that’s where I started.
Thankyou dear Family and Friends for love and patience. I love you!!
(x’s and o’s are kisses and hugs)