First I am going to focus on the visit to the exhibition. I didn’t live the Holocaust as close as one of the naval battles that were described in the Naval Museum of Madrid, so in that sense the visit was less interesting. But I consider that attending an exhibition of these characteristics is an obligation, as much as watching videos of slaughterhouses or tough images of the current meat industry. You can’t turn your back to reality, you can’t forget the past. And the emotions that got stirred in me have led me to research more about my grandfather in my immediately previous life to this one. I believe I have found out who he is, with a name and a surname. I still can’t say it for certain because it is not completely verified, but perhaps I have taken a step more in this quest.
I am sorry to interrupt the thread I was following with my Cathar life (which was in the most interesting part), but current events force me to do so. It usually happens when you remember multiple past lives. On Tuesday, January 23rd, I had the chance to go to the Auschwitz exhibition that will be at Art Canal Exhibition Center in Madrid until mid-June. I recommend it to everyone. Though personally it didn’t impress me too much because nearly nothing of what I saw was new to me, the visit itself did leave me with a weird feeling. Two days later I published a new topic in Foro Reencarnación with a great part of the photographs I took. It was intended to be an objective thread oriented to help people who lived during World War II get verifications, but as usual in these instances, comments that pushed us to delve deeper into the Holocaust from a more personal view, didn’t take long to appear. Reincarnationists that one way or the other was close to it tend to evade this subject. It stirs too many emotions and confronts people joined by a great friendship but who sometimes have very different and irreconcilable pasts. I think talking is good, but that doesn’t mean talking is not painful.
First I am going to focus on the visit to the exhibition. I didn’t live the Holocaust as close as one of the naval battles that were described in the Naval Museum of Madrid, so in that sense the visit was less interesting. But I consider that attending an exhibition of these characteristics is an obligation, as much as watching videos of slaughterhouses or tough images of the current meat industry. You can’t turn your back to reality, you can’t forget the past. And the emotions that got stirred in me have led me to research more about my grandfather in my immediately previous life to this one. I believe I have found out who he is, with a name and a surname. I still can’t say it for certain because it is not completely verified, but perhaps I have taken a step more in this quest. Though I am not so worried as much as at the beginning about the possibility that my memories get contaminated by something I have read or seen in a documentary, I always try to be patient and wait to have enough information about a past life before researching it. But, sometimes, it is impossible to keep yourself away from external influences, especially when we are dealing with historical events as famous as the Albigensian Crusade. Besides, the legend built around Cathars is so large that it is difficult to determine where history begins. What is it really known about Cathars? Well, even when there are good historical documents and hundreds of books about them, written by historians, in reality what is known is rather little.
In July last year, only some months had passed since I had had the first memories of my Cathar life. As at the beginning the word “Carcassonne” had turned up, it was quite obvious I could be talking of a Cathar life. But I had abstained completely from researching more. Then I received an unexpected message. A Serbian girl I had met in the forum Military Past Lives was visiting Madrid, and she asked me if we could arrange an appointment to meet each other. I could not miss the opportunity to know in person the supposed reincarnation of one of the most infamous personages of history, so I didn’t doubt a second. In the past we had exchanged messages about the Inquisition. I had shared some other detail of my life as a warrior monk, and she suspected she could have had some relation with the Inquisition. She was much more interested in history than I was. We talked about Templars and Cathars and the possibility I could have known some of the survivors of any of these groups in my life as a warrior monk. When she came to Madrid I told her what I was unveiling of my Cathar life. She asked me if I knew in which fortress my death had occurred. I told her I had no idea. Then she searched some pictures in her mobile phone and showed them to me without telling me where they had been taken. I was petrified. They looked so much like what I had seen in my memories. It was Montsegur. I have said it many times. What really matters in your past lives, what really matters in our life, is the relationship with other people. When you have explored a few time periods, even since prehistory, passing through the Middle Ages, to our days, at the end you realize that time, the era you live in, is just a stage. What you will remember the most is the relationships you had with people, with your relatives and friends, with your coworkers. And through those relationships, your behavior, the way you react to certain circumstances, you come to self-knowledge. In general, the members of your soul group, those who reincarnate with you life after life, offer to play a role opposed to yours. You may believe they are your enemies, when in reality it is an act of love.
In my Cathar life my family was very important to me. It has been strange to me to remember such a numerous offspring, as in nearly all my lives —at least the ones I have recalled, obviously— I only had a child or two, and I didn’t see them grow up, either because they died in infancy, or because I died in my adulthood. I had already felt a strong paternal love for a son I adopted in my life as a Roman praetorian, but I had never felt such a maternal love for some sons that surely were close to their thirties. I already mentioned my two elder sons in the previous entry. I identified the firstborn as H, that is, my soulmate. What I didn’t know yet is that precisely this son was the one who would make me reflect about the religious aspects of this life. I haven’t yet clarified in deep which were the main barriers in our relationship, but I sense it was more serious than I would like to acknowledge. Thus appeared the new memories: |
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