Amazing story, MJ! Thanks
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <mjackson74@...> wrote: I have had a number of past life recalls, if you can call it that, mainly as you wrote where I was "there" again and not imagining it. Mostly it was being a slave kind of crap, no kings or princes or famous scientists. One rather interesting one was being a big strapping hermit in medieval France. Huge guy, long shaggy black hair, long bushy beard, long plain robes I wore - I didn't give a crap about anything except reading the Bible, studying the Scripture and praying and putting my awareness on Jesus and God. I ate slop cause I didn't care anything about the body. The kids from a nearby village would sometimes come to harass me and I would run 'em off. I lived ate and breathed being a Christian. I lived in a big cave in this forest with gigantic big trees. The night I died there was a big storm and lightning struck the cave and split rock off the cave wall, a big piece of rock slammed me straight in the third eye and killed me graveyard dead. I left my body and ascended into heaven, it was all golden Light and bliss, I got to be with God and Jesus, and do you know what my main feeling was? I got the fulfillment of everything I had ever wanted in that life, and all I could feel was that I wasn't good enough to be with God and Jesus, I wasn't worthy to be in their presence. What a fuck-head! Got what I wanted and all I could feel was unworthy. Just goes to show this isn't the first life I've been an idiot. Years ago my mother was married to a Methodist minister. They did a tour of Biltmore Estate. When momma was going through she had strong past life remembrances. She hesitatingly told her husband that she remembered being a scullery maid there, even remembered the room she lived in. It was very emotional for her, and she was a little afraid her husband would not believe her, but she told him anyway. He said "I believe you, I remember living here too." Momma - "Oh, really! What did you do here? Were you one of the Vanderbilts?" Husband - "No I started to remember I was here in a past life when we went through the old stables." Momma - "Oh! Were you one of the stable hands?" Husband - "No, I was one of the jackasses in the stable." Momma was pissed that he made a joke out of it, but she claims she lived there before. -------------------------------------------- On Wed, 11/13/13, TurquoiseB <turquoiseb@... mailto:turquoiseb@...> wrote: Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Transcendental Meditation Revolutionary Mission: To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com mailto:FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Date: Wednesday, November 13, 2013, 9:10 AM --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com mailto:FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote: > > > Re [empty's statement that]: "The residual effect was that I taught myself how to conduct my conscious mind to see into past lives.": > > Look - if you and others could really access past-life information you could tell the rest of us stuff that wouldn't otherwise be explicable. The fact that you can't demonstrate such knowledge shows that your supposed "recollection" is a construction. I mean, think about it: if you could tell us (say) the true identity of Jack the Ripper you would get the Nobel Prize for Physics for overturning the current scientific paradigm. I think you're letting your Western sensibilities lead you astray. There *are* techniques for accessing memories of past lives, but don't confuse them with New Age Bullshit and I-Wish-I- Had-Been-Cleopatra-So-I'll-Claim-I-Was fantasies. Such real techniques tend to be taught only privately to students who can be trusted with them, and are usually preceded by a warning similar to "Whatever you find out is likely to be interesting, but essentially a waste of your time, because it's all about the past. It's what you do Here And Now that is important, and counts." I have been exposed to such teachings, but didn't pursue them because frankly I wasn't interested. My personal past-life recollections always "came upon me" rather than me search- ing for them, and they always "came" in such a spectacular fashion that it was difficult to confuse them with fantasies I made up or "wanted" to be true. (My flashbacks always happened during waking state, and involved actually *seeing* and *being part of the scene* from the past, not imagining it. As entertainment goes, they were just great. But as far as having any value, I think the jury is out on that. :-) As for the Jack The Ripper thang, how could anyone's past- life recollection shed any light on that unless they happened to be there, and in a position to have witnessed the events? > Did you ever come across people who said they were a different sex (gender) in a former life? What I *have* come across (mainly among the New Age (rhymes with 'sewage') is at least a dozen people who claim to have been Cleopatra or Napoleon or someone famous. One supposes they were "time sharing" these incarnations with each other. :-) Why doesn't anyone who claims to "remember" their past lives ever claim to have been one of the scullery maids or janitors? Howcum they're all famous? Can you say "self importance?" I think you can. :-)
