To Jyotsna on past lives

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Jyotsna wrote:

 

> In a past life I was hanged as a political prisoner and

> here I am back annoying people in this life! It's all maya.

>

> Sorry to be so blunt...

 

 

Dear Jyotsna ~ I too have awareness of some of my past lives, some, in part,

due to a session with a psychic, which actually mostly reinforced some

things I had already felt. I agree that it is all maya, and it is all play,

cosmic

play. We learn, we stumble, we learn some more, we help others, we learn

some more. It is not exactly as though it is an illusion, but it is definitely

a

dance.

 

Several times I had spontaneous past life regressions in front of another

person, and a number of visionary experiences I know are connected to past

lives. Several of the ones I know about: daughter of an Egyptian temple worker

.... not too much detail on this one, but when I was told of it, it explained my

immediate connection to the symbol that Unity Church uses (a winged sun). In

one life, I was an unsavory goat herder, Irish, and not very nice to women,

which seemed to explain how I ended up in a woman's body in this life and had

to endure being demeaned and abused.

 

One of the spontaneous past life regressions I had was when I was in a car

with my friend Shielah, back in Maryland. She, fortunately, was driving. All of

a sudden I started talking in old(e) English, salty brough. I was there, but

I felt there was another "person" who had temporarily taken over my body. I

liked this woman. She worked in a bar, and we all know what people, and

especially men thought of "those" woman. But she was no nonsense, gutsy, and

never

let anybody get away with anything. She could punch a guy in the nose, dust

off her hands, and take the next order. Her personality was almost the

opposite of mine now, and after that experience, I tried to incorporate some of

her

gutsyness and upfrontness into my life.

 

I had several Native American past lives, which perhaps explains my strong

attraction to their cultures. In one I lived in Florida. I was a man, and my

entire family was murdered by white people. I went insane and started a killing

spree, killing every white person I could find. One of my this life friends,

Nancy, was the village shaman in that life and he (she was male then too)

tried his best to heal my pain and help me, but I was unstoppable. I'm not sure

what ultimately happened to me, but my guess would be some white person

eventually got me before I got them.

 

Another NA life was in the area of North Carolina. I was a woman. I remember

an regression experience. I was standiing on the downside of a wooded hill.

I had my faithful horse, a paint, by my side; my hand was just touching her

withers. She did not need to be led; she would follow me anywhere. I could

"feel" the soft buckskin against my legs and the moccasins that allowed me to

feel what was beneath my feet. As I got closer to the bottom of the hill I saw

the stream, shallow and not very wide in some areas, which separated my

tribe's home from the wooded hill. As I went down the hill, crossed the stream

and

began to go towards my tent, children ran up to greet me, and other members

of the tribe waved and nodded. It was very unusual for a woman to be in my

position, first of all to have a tent all to myself, and second, that I was a

healer, a shaman. I have had several other experiences of this life, which was

a wonderful life and where I learned much.

 

There is more, but I will stop there. Jai Ma ~ Linda