LIfe Goes On….and On
May 7, 2010
One night coming from the spaceship, we had this somewhat no nonsense conversation about past life….who we were in our past lives?? Some of us believe that we have lived past lives and that those past lives influence us today…or help us understand the mischievous nature that we are.
Based on my birthday, accordingly I was a female in my last earthly incarnation. I was born somewhere in the territory of modern West Africa around the year 1725. My profession was that of a dancer, singer or actor. My brief psychological profile in my past life: Ruthless character, carefully weighing his decisions in critical situations, with excellent self-control and strong will. Such people are generally liked, but not always loved. The lesson that my last past life brought to my present incarnation: My lesson is to combat violence and disharmony in our world, to understand its roots and origins. All global problems have similar origins.
Contrary to that analysis, more than 7 years ago, I met someone who just asked my name, my age and held my hands, looked into my eyes and told me I was not an ordinary nun….but a monk in my past life, who occasionally finding myself contemplating the mysteries of life. The person that I was….often dress in severe, unattractive, dark clothing, a past life as a monk might be guiding such choices because of the safety and protection they once provided. I tend to do something out of devotion rather than obligation. My life offer me the opportunities to enter into other peoples’ lives on a very profound level. I was more concerned with the welfare of others than on my own, often sacrifice my own happiness for the happiness of others I love, prefer to suffer in silence and let my belief frees me from negative feelings and allows me to transcend pain.
That time, I started to realized maybe I am one of those people who are designed to be alone…without a partner…which is easier for me to choose to be and not at all due to circumstances? Being alone does not mean being lonely. There are other ways to connect with other people. Accept the fact that I have loved and been loved and make do with what I have.
We are what we were in past lives, both good and bad. And what we are in this life will be part of what we will be when we come back again.
