I think there will always be elements in my life that are related to my past lives. As opposed to what many people think, we don’t remember past lives necessarily because there is a trauma or an unresolved emotion. Sometimes we simply remember because similar situations occur and they make us feel as we did in the past. In the last months, I suspect these elements are those concerning the promotion of veganism. Being an activist in this sense entails to confront every day mockeries, scorn and personal attacks for defending a position that should be of basic ethics: you can’t claim you love someone while at the same time you participate in their exploitation and death. As happens to me with other lives as well, fortunately today it is unlikely someone will come to behead me for thinking that way and disseminate that truth, but that doesn’t prevent me from feeling the same way I felt in my Cathar life in a given moment. Every other day I have to find ways to transmit my messages without falling into intolerance, pretending those attacks don’t affect me. But deep inside they do affect me, and make me feel like in that scene of humiliation on the part of two soldiers, in the fortress that would end up being my tomb. I didn’t even want to describe that scene in detail. Instead of using helmet and armor, now humans shield behind computer screens, but in essence we haven’t changed much, and some individuals still believe that it is licit to insult and mock someone who defends the life and rights of defenseless beings. Needless to say, my Cathar life is giving me a lot of inner strength to carry on with my activism. As a fellow activist says, you quickly get over it when you remember the real victims are the non-human animals and not you. The fact I got killed in a previous life is not going to stop me from fighting for something that is just.
It usually happens to me every time I make a comment such as: “It is been a while since I have been very disconnected from my past lives, I am getting bored”. The next day I get into a weird mood yet again, and it can’t be explained by anything that has occurred to me in real life. This time it seems it has happened to me for what I said in my latest entry about my Cathar life. But things are more complicated than it seems…
I think there will always be elements in my life that are related to my past lives. As opposed to what many people think, we don’t remember past lives necessarily because there is a trauma or an unresolved emotion. Sometimes we simply remember because similar situations occur and they make us feel as we did in the past. In the last months, I suspect these elements are those concerning the promotion of veganism. Being an activist in this sense entails to confront every day mockeries, scorn and personal attacks for defending a position that should be of basic ethics: you can’t claim you love someone while at the same time you participate in their exploitation and death. As happens to me with other lives as well, fortunately today it is unlikely someone will come to behead me for thinking that way and disseminate that truth, but that doesn’t prevent me from feeling the same way I felt in my Cathar life in a given moment. Every other day I have to find ways to transmit my messages without falling into intolerance, pretending those attacks don’t affect me. But deep inside they do affect me, and make me feel like in that scene of humiliation on the part of two soldiers, in the fortress that would end up being my tomb. I didn’t even want to describe that scene in detail. Instead of using helmet and armor, now humans shield behind computer screens, but in essence we haven’t changed much, and some individuals still believe that it is licit to insult and mock someone who defends the life and rights of defenseless beings. Needless to say, my Cathar life is giving me a lot of inner strength to carry on with my activism. As a fellow activist says, you quickly get over it when you remember the real victims are the non-human animals and not you. The fact I got killed in a previous life is not going to stop me from fighting for something that is just.
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The last few weeks have been really quiet regarding my past lives, perhaps too much for my liking, but this is something I can’t change. Maybe it is because I am very focused on other aspects of my life, or maybe it is because I already resolved all my past life problems, who knows. In any case, I hope to find time to keep telling my memories even when I am not in past life mood. I promised I was going to talk about one my memories from my Cathar life that also turned out to be impressive, as it resulted in one of those instant verifications that now and then occurs. To do that, let us first go back to the medieval little village (whether is Termes or Carcassonne) that seems to have been my home at the beginning of 13th century. I saw the medieval little village, with a stone stairway similar to the image of Termes I posted, but a bit wider, and with buildings at each side, I was going down. I saw a circular fountain, around three meters of diameter, possibly with spouts in the centre. Thinking how we carry the water, wooden buckets came to me, one at each side of the bar we put over the shoulders. I also saw myself with a basket going to the market to buy vegetables. We make the baskets ourselves. [In another flash from some night that I haven’t even noted down in my journal, I also saw myself with a quite large basket that hanged from my shoulder. And for some reason, I have an image of being making one of those baskets, interweaving the wicker strips, something I have never done in my life, as far as I remember]. |
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