This business of recalling past lives sure
confuses me, but I'm learning.
For starters, I'm not sure whose past life I'm
recalling. I mean, maybe we can remember anyone's life from the past and take it as our
own. There could be a gigantic memory pool we can draw upon for added experience. This
memory pool could even exert a subliminal influence on our current lives. I don't know if
my own life is all my own creation.
What I mean is, there is, believe it or not, a
series of "Henry Reed" books. There's Henry Reed, Inc., Henry Reed's Babysitting
Service, Henry Reed's Journey, and Henry Reed's Big Show. I haven't met any other Henry
Reeds in my life, but this supposedly fictional character and I have a lot in common, much
more than I have with anyone else I've ever met. I was so intrigued by these
"coincidences," I once sought out the author, Keith Robertson, who lived in
Hopewell, New Jersey, to find out who was copying whom. He was clearly puzzled, even
disturbed, by the resemblance. Maybe his books and my life are both the result of the same
story floating in the etheric memory pool.
How do you separate fiction from fact? I've had my
share of past life regressions. It's usually impossible, however, for me to tell the
difference between a real memory and a story that I've created. The feeling in these
"memories," I've noted though, usually has a haunting mood. I can feel there's
truth somewhere in these stories even if I doubt the facts. The've gradually grown in
importance for me simply because their feelings have proven to have so much meaning. The
question of meaning for me, then, moves away from concerns for the reality of
reincarnation, or the reliability of past life memory, and turns toward making a
connection with a story and learning from it.
I have settled on the term, "soul
memories" for these supposedly past lives. Like myths, their emotional truth value is
much greater to me than their historical factual value.
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