We human beings are specialists evading moral issues. We manage to ignore them as much as we can one way or the other, so that they don’t bother us, so that we don’t have to acknowledge to ourselves that we are doing something wrong and we should change it. We have examples everywhere, any time of the day, wherever you look. I am no one to judge anyone, and I must accept whatever there is out there. But recalling my past lives has made me realize that we can’t stand aside. It is often complicated to find the best way to do it, one that doesn’t incur in undesirable forms of violence. But, above all, the revolution must begin in oneself. We are responsible of everything that happens in the world. We create the world around us. And if we want to change it, the first thing we have to do is changing ourselves.
WARNING: some excerpts with graphic content. It is a while since I feel there is not much more that my past lives can tell me. After almost six years since I started to remember, I have traveled a long road through my last thousand years of existence, and even further back. It should be enough to draw a few conclusions, shouldn’t it? I think the most important is that we are here to make the best possible decisions when we face moral issues. We might think that doesn’t happen usually, that only a few have to make moral decisions in their daily life: judges, lawyers, priests, soldiers at war... Politicians, we already know they are not too concerned about those things. But in reality even the smallest decision may enclose a moral dilemma, starting with something we have to do compulsorily everyday to survive, like eating.
We human beings are specialists evading moral issues. We manage to ignore them as much as we can one way or the other, so that they don’t bother us, so that we don’t have to acknowledge to ourselves that we are doing something wrong and we should change it. We have examples everywhere, any time of the day, wherever you look. I am no one to judge anyone, and I must accept whatever there is out there. But recalling my past lives has made me realize that we can’t stand aside. It is often complicated to find the best way to do it, one that doesn’t incur in undesirable forms of violence. But, above all, the revolution must begin in oneself. We are responsible of everything that happens in the world. We create the world around us. And if we want to change it, the first thing we have to do is changing ourselves.
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Part 2. Six days after the visit to Auschwitz exhibition I still didn’t know exactly why I was feeling that way. On one hand, there was Katrina. I am perfectly aware I could have ended up in a concentration camp. And if not, I would have ended up like one of those German women raped by the Soviets. For the Nazis I was no more than a weak young lady with some nursing skills they could use in the front. For the Czechs, I had become a traitor. Had I survived until the end of the war, most likely I would have died thrown in a ditch all the same. On the other hand... As I know emotions are quite a direct road to past life memories, I decided to meditate that night. I wasn’t thinking about Fritz at all, so I was surprised by the result. And the regression was quite confusing. Only a couple of things stood out: a gun that usually turns up in my memories as Fritz, and a German word. I have started to meditate today and the only thing that has come to me is my grandfather from my life as Fritz. I always forget that is my Nazi connection, but it is tremendously frustrating for me not to be able to corroborate who he was, the role he played during the war and to what extent it affected me. I have also seen myself gripping a Beretta. Hearing my grandfather caused me anxiety and a lot of anger, I was smoking in his apartment while we were talking, sometimes my mother was also there, she didn’t understand why I used to react that way. But at the end I haven’t gained anything new, and emotions keep being encysted, these ones as much as the ones that might come from my Cathar life, which, after all, it was also a genocide. A German word came to me, something like Rottenkreutz. When, in the course of a regression, words in another language that we don’t understand, come to us, our brain tends to resource to things that are familiar to us, so I tend to anglicize those words. At the following day I searched “Rottenkreutz” but found nothing. So I started to try with other alternatives. I searched “Rosenkreutz” and the nearest thing that turned up was related to the Rosicrucians. Later, I don’t know if that same day or the next, I saw by chance a post in my Facebook with the word “Ritterkreuz”, referring to the Spanish Blue Division. I said to myself: “That’s it, Ritterkreuz!” I looked for its meaning, which I ignored, of course: it refers to the Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross, the highest award that German military men received for acts of bravery. I always knew my grandfather possessed one of them, apart from many other decorations. The fact I got a German word in a regression seemed to me a signal that I had to research further. And that I did...
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The hardest part comes now: to delve deeper into my soul to take out everything I carry inside in regards to World War II and how all that affects me in my current life. I don’t know how far I will get, but at least I try. The visit to Auschwitz exhibition left me with a weird feeling, yes. My partner and I went to have lunch and he already noticed I was quieter than normal, though it wasn’t because the exhibition had notably impressed me. I heard a very young girl very close to me say to her girl friend that she felt about to cry and she didn’t mind doing it now and then for things like that. I also feel like crying... but my tears are of a different kind. I learned quite a lot in the forum Military Past Lives about Auschwitz concentration camp, reading the accounts of people who remembered to have been there as SS guards in a past life, describing with all detail how they used Zyklon B and how they felt doing it, then and now. That makes you reflect a lot, about reincarnation and about life in general, about the role that fell on you and the people around to play. |
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