Who are we really? Combinations of common chemicals that perform mechanical actions for a few years before crumbling back into the original components? Fresh new souls, drawn at random for some celestial cupboard where God keeps an unending supply?
Or the same soul, immortal and eternal, refurbished and reused through endless lives, by that thrifty Housekeeper? In Her wisdom and benevolence She wipes off the memory slates, as part of the cleaning process, because if we could remember all the things we have experienced in earlier lives, we might object to risking it again.
The Sea King’s Daughter
I haven’t written on the topic of Past Lives in a while unless you count the several columns I wrote using quotes from Journey of Souls, which by the way left a huge impact on me if you didn’t know already. I have the sequel lined up in my iPad 2 to read at some point as well. I know several of my readers who are interested in this topic as am I.
This part of the above quote:
In Her wisdom and benevolence She wipes off the memory slates, as part of the cleaning process, because if we could remember all the things we have experienced in earlier lives, we might object to risking it again. has a sibling in Journey of Souls. Can’t recall where in that book it appears now, but Dr Newton says the same thing:
That we forget our past lives because if we recalled what we did in the past we wouldn’t have the opportunity to learn from making the same errors again.
What would be the object of returning again and again if we knew exactly where we made a choice detrimental to our growth? The entire object of coming back is to learn from our past transgressions. If we knew what we did in a past life, that would be like cheating on a test. How would that help us learn?
Speaking of learning our lessons, I like the image of someone wiping our memory slates. It brings to mind a school board/blackboard. Knowing how in the past I’ve correlated reincarnation to moving up in school grades, being promoted, the school image is certainly apropos.
And by the way who here REALLY believes the first two lines of the quote?
Who are we really? Combinations of common chemicals that perform mechanical actions for a few years before crumbling back into the original components?
I know I don’t. And I’m guessing if you’re here reading my blog, you certainly don’t or at least you’re questioning it. Yes. We ARE combinations of chemicals; but that’s NOT all we are. I’ll say it again:
We are spiritual beings having a physical experience. Of course being PARTLY physical means we need SOME physicality to us. Otherwise we wouldn’t be able to exist on this plane. I will ALWAYS believe however that we are more spiritual then we are physical. So many people whether they knew it or not were guided by reincarnation. I’m thinking of Shakespeare and his quote:
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Some may interpret that as Shakespeare saying that one man plays his role over and over and again and again.
What do you think?
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