The regular practice of physical exercise, but mainly yoga —it is over a year now since I do at least five days a week, without skipping any session unless there is some physical ailment preventing me from doing so—, has made me regain an inner peace and a general wellbeing that I hadn’t felt in a long time. If it wasn’t for the rigidness I sometimes feel in my neck, I could say that my health is 100% perfect. Even so, this pain, always caused by a muscle crump, has improved a lot in the last year as well. And I still don’t know if the ache in that zone is what brings me past life memories, or if past life memories are the ones causing that ache (always keeping in mind this is not the only influencing factor, of course), but the thing is both usually are related. As was to be expected, I mainly speak of Roderic. In the last few weeks flashes of some of his most traumatic experiences have come to me. I would say Roderic is beginning to break. It is a constant cut and thrust that I have with him. I even suspect the reasons for which it is so hard for me to reach the inside of his soul. But talking about this is going to mean a considerable emotional cost to me, so I prefer to leave it until the end of the holidays.
I pretty much attribute the rigidness in my neck to him, for obvious reasons. However, yesterday another memory came to me, this time from James, while I was in bed trying to relax the tension in my cervical region in order to go back to sleep. I will also leave this until I come back, hoping to get more details about a particular episode of which I had not a lot of information.
Today I want to focus on a positive aspect of remembering past lives, as it is good speaking now and then of what we gain remembering. First of all, I must say that once you open the door, you can’t close it again. This is a fact. With “opening the door” I refer to fully open it, not to quickly peep in and run. I refer to fully submerge yourself in the adventure of remembering and let yourself be carried away wherever it goes. Usually, whoever does this, it is because they need it, because they hear some kind of inner call, and when they listen to it, the means to remember turn up. I suppose this is so because there has to be a predisposition. Not a predisposition to believe in reincarnation —you can be very rational and skeptical and start remembering all the same— but to open your mind and let you intuition guide your steps. Then surprise usually gets you, because what comes is a lot more than you expected. The foundations of your beliefs begin to waver, and you question everything you had assumed until then. If you don’t quit and carry on, it is very possible that really tough memories begin to arise, and these make you reconsider all those ideas so widespread and apparently accepted by many people, like the existence of karma. Why are there so many people that still believe in karma, sometimes even people who remember past lives? It is very simple: because the majority of them haven’t reached this point, because their memories are in the side of the victims (no disregard of victims here), and because they don’t have enough data to make them see there is no such cause-effect relation between the events of a past life, and the events of the following lives.