In the website of the rural housing I hired to spend those days, they toyed with the word “disconnect” (break away). Many people use to say they need these holidays to disconnect from routine, and so forget about their problems. In the website it was said that in reality the process was the opposite: when you spend a few days in full nature, a RECONNECTION takes place. Before going away I didn’t know whether I agreed or not with this statement, I considered it little more than a marketing tool. At my return, besides falling irremediably into a severe holiday blues that has lasted two days for now, I have realized that thing about the reconnection is totally true, and at multiple levels.
Supposedly the cell phone and internet connect us to the world. This is a big lie. They are only products of technology, a technology that dehumanizes us more and more and takes us away from Mother Earth, from nature, from our real human identity, linked to this planet like any other living being that lives on her. The excess of information stuns us as well, it makes us believe that “being connected” is important in our lives. But the truth is it is like a drug that makes us forget the emptiness of the routine that chokes us every day and doesn’t let us live as we wished. I am one of those weird persons who forget the cell phone at home quite often and I am not worried at all. But it is also true that I use the internet quite a bit to communicate with other people and express everything that boils inside me. In the rural housing I didn’t miss them in the very least. Just being closer to the mountains brings a big smile to my face, and that is enough to make me feel it is worth being alive. I felt human again, I felt free.
But it wasn’t just this life. Fortunately, the holiday blues has helped me keep a bit of the past life mood I got during this wonderful trip, and this very morning I woke up again with flashes of dungeons and last days in prison, awaiting a death that apparently never arrives, even when I know for certain I died —of course did I die— and somehow I was born again. It is clear that in this the ending of the third volume of the saga Song of Ice and Fire also intervened, where it is described with many details how a man is trapped and hanged from a tree for his involvement in a murder.
The question is that once you begin to remember past lives, there is no turning back. I never cease to wonder whether all this is true or not, how can it be that I lived in other bodies... I never cease to wonder how it can be true that there is so much life after death, or that we are never alone when from here it seems we all must confront death in solitude. I never cease to marvel at everything I have unveiled and how far my road keeps taking me.
I will never understand those people who search endlessly for the meaning of reincarnation. Living (and dying) is absolutely wonderful. Why shouldn’t we return?