Continued from Voices of a Past Life arise from meditation
Don’t like this “hearing voices” phenomenon. Uncomfortable with it. Instead of “voices” maybe it’s more like “spirits.” Yeah, that sounds less strange. A little “spirit” spoke to him. His “spirits” are high today.
So what are these “spirits” doing? Haven’t the foggiest. I can tell their images are different. One is guy from the Middle Ages I wrote of in Part I. Another is a young girl, short dark hair who needs protection after speaking. She encouraged the study of Buddhism, while some smart-aleck guy riduculed her and I “offered him out.” (He refused to fight!) Others take on no shape, no real dimension. They just kind of “mumble” and offer bits and pieces of conversations. Not enough to go out and play the numbers with any guarantee of success.
I also hear my dream creations speak. I pay closer attention to them, because I have a better recall of what was said. Once, a young woman advised me to wear “suitable” clothing while attending a retreat on PTSD and Buddhist meditation. On a Thursday night. That’s right. The actual night was specified. (See: Dream.) I found myself carting a suit to the event, only to find I needed to wear nothing but my “birthday” suit to a sauna shared by both men and women, sans all clothing. Swimming suits were “optional,” not required. (No one wore “em. Suits, that is.)
At least the spirits I hear are in English. Got a friend that hears them in stereo Aramaic, Hebrew and Greek. She spends lots of time checking the “sounds” against the older usages of the words, and a spiritual message is almost always provided her.
Can I be having some contact with a past life? Never put much stock in it. Thought it was something that people with time on their hands, and no serious work to do, dabbled with. Plus, the Catholic Church was against it, I think. Was a “pagan” thing best left for Protestants to persue, some nun or other may have said. Hell, when I got married by a Methodist minister in a Presbyterian church, I thought I could try a bunch of “New Age” stuff without fear of mortal sin. However, some “Jesus Freak” well-versed in “born-again” religious fervor — and of whom I deeply loved — advised me this past life business was simply “devil idolatry.” Ouch!
Then I read Edgar Cayce — the clairvoyant and the modern prophet, according to some — and thought that there might be something to it. Next came dream interpretation by Dr. Carl Jung, the eminent psychologist. And finally, I found my time to “dabble” with a little Eastern thought, where reincarnation is the norm, not the abnormal.
Karma is what it is all about, I learned. The way I understand it, there is cause and effect in the world. Whatever you do will come back to you. The good, and the bad. If you’re lucky, it will all come back in one lifetime as you achieve enlightenment and escape the suffering in another life. But only a few reach Buddhahood. The rest of us are destined to return. And face the Karma boom-a-rang. Whatever you did not learn or achieve in one life, you’ll come back to try in another. Whatever ill or evil you performed, will come right back at you. Maybe in a next life. Without you even knowing why you are paying such a price with such suffering .
I hope to nudge the voices to a far corner for now. If I can capture a distinct word or two, I’ll try to follow it up. And don’t you call me crazy. That’ll be Mr. Crazy to you. And you better say it in a good spirit with a smile on your face. I may get you back in another life.