The Path of the Soul

Woolger CD track 2, 12 minutes long.

A while ago I posted on my jewelry blog about my roots as a szekey. And although I don't regret it, I did get to change my views recently on the whole idea.

I'm reading now The Return of the Revolutionaries, a massive book choke full of cases of reincarnation and also with the author's insights about reincarnation, about the organized religion, and similar issue. While reading this book, I started to see various things from a different perspective. The popping up cases for reincarnation are so many that one can really no longer ignore them. Ian Stevenson's thorough research, Brian Weiss's hypnosis regression sessions, Carol Bowman's experiences with hers and other children, Jenny Cockell's memories even since she was a kid of a past life of Mary Sutton who died too early and left behind 8 children in Ireland - all this verifiable after years and years of research, down to the smallest detail, all these are just too big to ignore this major issue any loner.

The author of The Return of the Revolutionaries has a point when he says that it's all moot, putting one's roots above others is wrong, simply because in each new incarnation we will come back in another community, another environment, to another group of people. While in one life I might be a white Christian, in the next life I might be a Jew, or a Muslim, or a Mormon in America. So what does all this prove? It proves that we're equal no matter where we were born in this lifetime. Nobody is superior to another, no society, group of people is more than others.
Plus refering to my particular post, even if my 'roots' are szekely, that doesn't really say anything, because my soul might have been just in my previous life an Arab in Saudi Arabia for all I know, with a completely different family, or a Hindu in India. In that life Szekely didn't really matter, just as in my next life it won't matter anymore either.
The post is good in explaining one about what szekely is in the history of its development, but not in explaining my personal roots. While I'm living on Earth through all my incarnations, I'm human, no more, no less than that.

I've decided to listen to the second track of this CD out of curiosity and basically the second track deals with any current issues you select and transpond them to a past life and somehow release them.

One of my main problems, ever since I ever started working, is with my bosses. I'm not going to go into details about it, since it's an open place and anyone can read the blog, but today I decided to play on that idea, as to why I'm not happy with them (and I assume they with me).

Going back, I was sitting on a chair, dressed in black with some sort of black and white bonnet on my head. It was sort of an inn, or a pub or something like that. I didn't get the impression that I was a waitress but I did get the impression that I was there to do something I was not very comfortable doing.

Not far away from me was a table with some guys drinking beer, I guess, not sure, it was not very clear. I didn't see clear images this time around, unlike my previous regression, it's more like feeling of what I knew that it was there.

One guy was getting up from the chair and coming towards me. I wanted to make myself smaller and invisible, and I kept saying the mantra 'leave me alone, leave me alone', and then I added out of nowhere 'I'm not going with you'. And I was getting nervous and scared and feeling really bad and really wanted to be left alone, and didn't want to follow that guy. I didn't want to be noticed by him. But he was coming towards me.

Then Woolger gave the instruction to try to change the outcome, if I could say something, or do something, what would I say, or what would I do, try to control the situation. So I found myself saying 'I'm not going with you, leave me alone, I'm my own person, not just a nobody doing whatever you want'. And I started feeling really stronger inside, like all those feelings were bottled up inside me and I cried. And cried for minutes, so hard, I haven't cried like this in ages, all the time while I was saying these words, which came out of nowhere, they just spilled out.

I felt like in that lifetime (if it was real) I was a nobody, doing whatever others told me to do, I was not an 'individual', just a 'woman'. Must have been in a lifetime where women were not regarded as anything important, I assume.
A really weird and emotional regression. I wish I knew when and where that place was.

After a discussion in the books section of the Past Lives forum, I bought the Healing your Past Lives book and CD by Roger Woolger. I started reading the book a few days ago, and tonight I got a chance to listen to the first track of this CD. I don't know yet what to make of it, except I'm surprised because if it's only imagination that came to me while listening to this, the images came very easily, much more so than any other meditation or PL regression tape I've listened to before.
So here is what I saw.
First I went back to some childhood memories (some of which were deeply buried, but came instantly after many years to surface - nothing serious, just stuff that I didn't think I'd ever remember). While a kid many years ago we didn't have Barbie dolls or anything fancy like the kids nowadays have. I had a simple small plain doll that I loved very much and one of my favourite past times with this doll was to make her clothes and dress her up. Now making her clothes was something completely different than usual, lol. I was using dad's no longer useful socks, cutting them to size, also cutting two holes on the sides for where to pull the doll's arms through, and a sort of half moon shape on the top for the neck. This must be absolutely weird for the nowadays kids, but for me that was something I truly enjoyed. Changing the color of the dress everyday, making the doll new dresses. Tonight I somehow re-experienced that joy I was feeling as a kid.
After that I imagined that I was a grown up doing the same as I was doing in my previous recall, but on a grown up scale. And weird, but the following images came to me out of nowhere.
I was in a room, in front of me was a woman with arms outstretched, and I was fixing the arms of her dress - or more like a long dark blue gown. Then I went down, fixing the bottom of the gown, and went around her fixing stuff here and there. I looked around the room and it was relatively big, but with things all scattered around, threads, scissors, everything lying around the room, the floor, on tables. And I felt comfortable there. It must have been my home or my atelier.
The next image found the other woman buttoning up her gown (dress?), putting up the cloack and handing me over some paper bills. I saw myself taking these bills and smiling, as it was natural to take these bills for the work.
Then the images ended. It was all quite vivid and I'm still puzzling whether it's a past life memory or just my imagination, or something I've seen in the tv...
As I grew up I lost this interest in making clothes, but I guess the artist in me survived.

I've started watching this tv series (which I think in the US is already canceled, like all the good tv series, keeping instead the mindless reality shows), and it's pretty good so far.
Basically there is this guy, a cop, who wakes up one day just to end up in prison, as he is framed for killing a district attorney. He gets to see his girlfriend shot and his sister and her son almost abducted. And then the day ends.
Next day he wakes up, and has a deja-vu feeling that he's been here before, he's heard the same words from his girlfriend for a morning greeting, etc, only to discover that he is actually reliving the same day. He tries this time for a different approach, but still, he ends up seeing his girlfriend getting shot, etc, etc, and he wakes up...and the story goes on.
However after a few episodes he realises that running away won't solve anything, because come the night, he falls asleep, he'll wake up again reliving the very same day. So he tries instead to solve the murdery mystery on his own. For example, there is a post box that he needs to get to as there's a package for him. One 'day', he gets there but it's too late, the package is no longer there. So he says 'no problem, I'll get tomorrow earlier here'. His girlfriend, of course looks puzzled as to what he means.
With every new episode, he puts together more and more pieces of the puzzle, tries new tactics and comes closer to solving the case.
Which made me think of reincarnation, past lives.
They say we come back again and again to learn new lessons, try new 'skins', until we finally get it right and the puzzle is solved.
Every time we come back, even though we don't remember consciously our past lives (although there are ways to remember, through meditation, dreams, hypnosis or even spontaneously), we do carry with us what we have learned from a previous life, the knowledge is there, in us. All those gifts and talents that many of us have in all aspects of life, are there because we have already learned them in a previous life. Have you ever touched a violin, or a guitar, or a pencil and paper, or tried to sing, only to realize that this particular art comes so natural and easy to you, while you do have to struggle to learn all the others.
For me it's making jewelry using silver wire, and also learning languages, particularly one, German. I've lived in Germany close to 2 years and I speak, read and write the language quite well, without having gone to a German school. However I've been living in Cyprus for over 12 years now, and do you think I speak the language? Very very broken, and I'm reading like a second grader. And don't even ask me about writing *grins*.
So why couldn't I learn Greek in 12 years while I've learned German in less than 2 years? I'm reading German novels just like English, sometimes I don't realize the difference in language, I'm that fluent. My grammar might not be proper, since I'm lacking formal education, but give me one week in a German speaking country, and I'll even pick up and speak with the right accent.
It makes one wonder, doesn't it?

In a nutshell, the book is about a Captain in the Indianapolis Police Department called Bob Snow, a very down to earth, no-silly type of person, for whom anything 'spiritual' is something not to spend or waste time on.

Due to some strange circumstances, he ended up one day making an appointment with a past live regression therapist. Highly skeptical, he kept putting off this appointment until eventually he went for it.

I found his account of the regression really funny and entertaining, how his sobering thoughts kept coming in between the regressionist's attempt at 'getting him under', until eventually it all clicked and he got the surprise of his life!

Although the whole book was very interesting, I found this part to be the most relevant and important for me, as I have never experienced a past live (or this life) regression and was always curious what the person actually feels and thinks in the process.
I have read many accounts written by regressionists, but haven't read so far a book written by somebody sitting on the couch and experiencing it.

Once the regression was over, he was shocked to realise that he had indeed experienced past lives. But still, not convinced that the memories weren't really pieces of good old imagination, he went ahead to find proof that the lifetimes (particularly one lifetime as a painter) he recalled were just memories of some paintings he has seen somewhere before, and his mind simply put a story together of him painting them.

Next we go along with him on his journey to find the proof that past lives do NOT exist.
And much to his total surprise, what he found was exactly the opposite: not just clues, but proof that he was, indeed that not so famous, actually quite obscure painter, that hardly anyone knew in his time or after.

Not to give away any further storyline, all I can say is the book is worth reading, as much for the strong proof of reincarnation, as for his style of humorous writing, which left me chuckling several times.

I got this weekend my box of books from Mary, who is so kind and organizing me book mbags from the US. This way I have also access to great books that I wouldn't otherwise here in Cyprus as shipping would be just way too much for me to buy directly from there.
Besides some gorgeous jewelry (wire wrapping and chainmail) books, I also got some books on past lives.
Someone Else's Yesterday is a book I can't wait to read, along with Looking for Carroll Beckwith.
I've seen a video on youtube about the the police officer who set out to prove a myth that reincarnation just doesn't exist, it's a bunk, however, proving himself wrong in the process :-D. If you're even remotely curious about this subject, this youtube video is worth checking out.
Also one of the forums I like to hang out at is children's past lives, guess it's the biggest one of this kind around on the net.