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Past lives: – Wrong information or a poet and I didn’t know it?

Khalil Gibran (April 1913)

When people ask me for a past life reading, I hesitate because they should come to their own realizations in their own time, and if I tell them they were so and so, how will they know it wasn’t me who put the idea into their head, and not something they would have arrived at in their own way and time?

Such information should be given with caution because past life readings can go wrong.

You wouldn’t think that’s possible, but believe me, they can.

If you get wrong information, or even partial information, it can literally send you into a tail spin.

On the other hand, when you hit upon a truth, it can feel like you’ve been hit by a truck.

It’s exciting, but sometimes you may find that who you were in a past life might not be to your liking, especially if you consider them to be someone negative, according to your current belief system.

I’ve known people who had great difficulty initially coping with such knowledge. It took them a while to come to terms with the memories.

The main reason was that, even though who they were had been recorded in history as a so called evil person, the true story was actually very different. Eventually, other memories started to surface, and that helped.

It’s worth remembering that no one does something that they consider ‘wrong’ considering their model of the world.

Sure, it may be evil to us, but to them, we might be the evil ones. Everything is all relative.

Still, that’s when the information feels right.

When it doesn’t, then you can really be thrown for a loop.

I mention, from time to time, I saw a psychic healer back in 1995. At one point, I asked who I was. Back in those days, the question: Who are you would always be asked by that voiceless voice that I came to know as my guides.

One session, my healer took me into a visualization that she was able to tap into a share. (She was certainly psychic enough to do that, it seemed.)

She saw a man who was writing poetry and she was getting the strong message that I was this person in a past life. The name was Khalil Gibran, a name that, at the time, meant nothing at all to me.

She tested this up several times with her pendulum, and each time it appeared to confirm this.

Now, you might think that being told you were a famous poet would be pretty exciting, but what actually happened was that I was thrown into a panicky spin.

In short, I came as close to freaking out as I never did, and considering this is something I don’t do, it’s saying something.

There was something about this information, and about the belief that I might have been this person, that made me frustrated, angry and very, very annoyed.

I don’t know if it was because I didn’t sense it was true, or if I did indeed have some connection there, but it was a horrible few weeks as I struggled to comprehend and come to terms with it.

Even today, I sense a turmoil here, and don’t wish to give it any energy or thought.

In hindsight, it wasn’t a good idea to be told I was Gibran. It didn’t add anything to my life. It didn’t bring any peace of understanding. Just the opposite.

I contrast this to my other revelations of who I was in my past lives, and I am at peace with that. They explain so much and I can feel the resonance.

However, those were not given to me by others, they were revealed to me over the course of many years and many events.

Knowing who I am came naturally (though the process was certainly danger filled and traumatic at times.)

It’s not a good idea to try and seek out who you were unless you have a strong pull to do so. Even then, it’s wise to let things unfold as they should. Do not try and force it. You may open that can or worms that you will find hard to put back

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Past lives – Remembering them or more dramas than a soapie.

There are various methods of remembering such things, including meditation and past life regression.

I believe that when you go about it in that manner, you not only risk awakening traumatic memories, but you may not remember them correctly.

This may occur because what you remember may not be the full story, or even the entire memory of those events.

When things are remembered out of context, everything takes on a completely different meaning.

As mentioned, you can also awakened past resentments and dramas, though this may occur regardless.

If you’ve ever met someone you’ve instantly disliked, it may be due to some past life conflict. The same goes for those you feel an instant connection to. They may have been family, friend or lovers in a past life.

There is also a school of thought that suggests that because you knew someone in a past life; it means you must connect them with them in this one.

This is akin to saying that you knew Mr. Blogs from accounting in another part of your work place, so you should connect with him outside of the office.

Realistically, that’s not how it works, of course.

There is a reason why we don’t remember our past lives before we are ready. We are meant to live this life, unhampered by the baggage of the past.

Each life is a fresh, new start, and we are meant to forget everything we ever knew.

Free will dictates that we can choose to remember if we wish, though generally, in our greater wisdom when we are spirit deciding on what life we will be born to, we know it’s not a wise choice.

Watching my own soul family squabble over past grievances feels like watching your kids having an argument. I end up just shaking my head most of the time, knowing there isn’t anything I can do, as the past is the past, and it’s who and what we are being now that really matters.

When you are ready, those past life memories will return, normally spontaneously. Sometimes someone will help you to remember, or jog the memory, though beware… it is extremely easy to be subject to suggestions and remember something that did not actually occur.

As always, go on your feelings. If they don’t feel right, then something isn’t right. This goes for when they do feel right.

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Past lives – Soul families, friends and nemesis or you don’t need to have children to have children!

I seem to have this weird knack of recognizing if I’ve known someone in a past life or not. I can’t tell you the details, but I can tell you who they were.

Not instantly, mind you.

At first, it will be just a sense that I know this person somehow. An old feeling that may be either comfortable or a sense of antagonism for no apparent reason.

Sometimes it takes a while to remember, but when I do, I do, and what is more, I will often get verification from independent sources that those people harbour the same knowledge and memories.

When I do recognize someone, I will sometimes let them know, and sometimes I’ll just keep the knowledge to myself.

For instance, I long recognized one of my staff, but didn’t say anything about it. One day, about a year after she left, she told me a psychic had told her exactly what I had known.  Validation like that helps me to know it’s not all made up and in my mind.

Whether or not I tell the person, depends on if I feel it’s a wise idea or not.  Many times I’ve found that it’s not. Later I, in many cases, I find out that they already know.

It’s hard to describe how I know this information. It’s not like I suddenly have memories flooding into my mind, it’s more a psychic sense. It’s a knowing and the sense of truth.  It’s a feeling coupled with impressions which has no discernible source.  And I’ll just ‘know’.  There will be no question in my mind about it.

When I do pass this information on, it can make puzzle pieces fall into place for those receiving that information.

Now, I am not a past life reader. I don’t do regressions, and I certainly do not seek this information out, but occasionally, something will either jog my memory, or my guides will flat out tell me who someone is.

A couple of decades ago, I used to be interested in my own past lives. I felt I had them, and I even did some past live regressions, back in the 90s but found they really weren’t useful or relevant.

Iin the end, I didn’t need to. I started to remember them when the time was right. When that happened,  the stories and events that came to me were too unbelievable to accept and while I documented them at time, it would be many years before I found others who held the same memories. Those people were of my soul family.

Some are what I would consider family, even though there are no blood ties in this life.

They recognize and acknowledge me, and visa-versa. Also, oddly enough, I find that my memories of how they were back then seem to back up who they are being now. It appears that there is a permanent personality at work here.

Interestingly enough, many of the dramas that were present back in those past lives are still present today, including sibling rivalry, jealousy, resentment, and a lot of anger.

I don’t believe it’s any coincidence that we have found each other, nor is it any coincidence that those who also represented a bane in my past lives have found me as well. (And who have caused me no end of trouble in this lifetime, either in the physical or the astral.)

There’s an entire book that this could cover, but this point of this entry is more a warning about remembering past lives rather than who my soul family is.

I believe that when the time is right, you will remember who you are. It is also unwise to force this information as you will most likely awaken traumatic memories and reopen past wounds.

Many people can barely cope with the memories of their current life, let alone the things they did and experienced in their previous ones.

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Past lives – I want to know who I was or is that really a good idea?

download“I used to believe in reincarnation, but that was in my last life. “ – Author Unknown.

Past lives tend to be somewhat controversial. They are hard to prove and just as hard to disprove.

Many faiths accept that they are real and really, if they weren’t, it wouldn’t make a lick of sense no matter which way you cut it.

This isn’t a debate about if reincarnation is real or not. For the purpose of this exercise, let’s assume they are (and there is plenty of evidence out there to support this.)

This is about remembering those lives.

For those who believe in past lives, there is a fascination about them.  They want to know who they were and what they did, and if they were a figure of historical significance.

Some may choose to go to a past life reader or do a hypnotic regression.

They want to know when they were born, where they lived and if they were someone famous.

Interestingly enough, a lot of people seem to discover that they were. While it’s possible that one soul may have many aspect to it (that is, one soul can send down many avatars if itself as incarnations), it’s also unlikely that they were just a few dozen people from our history.

Still, there are ways of finding out, past life regression being the most common.

Now, as tempting as it is to know who you were, and as fun as it may sound: My advice on doing so is: Don’t!

There’s a reason we don’t remember our past lives.

I have come across quite a few people who claim to remember who they were in past lives and some of them have had difficulty with the knowledge and information they recalled.

It is interesting to note that their memories appear to synchronize with the memories of others, which could mean that they are either feeding of each other’s ideas or what they remember may have really happened.

Shared memories are very intriguing, especially when they happen to be specific events about something you would not consider normally.

If they have arrived at the same memories independently, it lends credence that it the events may have well happened.

Very often, though, such things can become a burden especially when the memories are traumatic.

I’ve known a few people who have been overwhelmed with guilt due to the things they remember doing.

Next: Shared memories.

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Are books dead or is it all vanity press nowadays?

As mentioned previously, I’m a compulsive writer.

By that, I mean, I love writing. I love sharing my thoughts.

Like so many others, I’ve got a lot of personal experiences and ideas to get out there.

Blogging is a wonderful way to do this, and I find this a much better venue than a message group or website.

I like it because it’s so easy to do, that even someone like me can do it with a little work.

And while I doubt this blog will ever amount to anything that makes a difference to this world, it’s still something that allows me to get my thoughts out there.

Every now and then, I get the urge to write a novel or a nonfiction book.  Most aren’t worth publishing, and can only be given away (such as the Empath Guidebook) but once in a long while, I’ll create something that I think might be worth trying to publish.

When that happens, I’ll look into how to do it, but I’ve found that it’s easier said than done.

There’s a lot of information out there on how to get books published. Lots of advice.  Many suggestions and links.

But really, it appears to boil down to being in the right place at the right time if you are successful or not.  I believe that you have to jump through a lot of hoops in order to show if you’re serious or not. (and rightly so, as there are an abundance of authors out there who want to be the next JK Rowlings.)

Going it alone is not something that’s easily done.

In order to even be looked at, you really need an agent to represent you. Few publishing houses will accept unsolicited manuscripts nowadays, and even if they did, there are literally thousands of people trying to get their own works published that you are completing against.

Your work doesn’t have to be actually all that good, judging by some of the works that passes for literature, but it does have to be compelling on some level.

If you can’t get an agent, you can also self-publish, or use a vanity house, but your audience is likely to be very limited, no matter how good your work is as the material needs to be promoted.

Traditionally, it used to be that a publishing house would pick up your work and pay you. Now it’s the other way around.  Not only do you pay them, but they expect you to have your own means of self-promotion and a list of people you can promote your book to.

Ironically, if you had those things, you’d probably wouldn’t need them in the first place.  If you had a large following, people would be likely to buy your product because they already enjoy what you produce.

But do books really sell nowadays? Many bookstores are closing because of lack of demand. Are we trying to publish in a world that longer has any interest in such things?

Be interested in others opinions.