So, those who say they had to perform war medicine in the hospital make me laugh. Yes, sure… this is the same as the Battle of Somme in 1916. Or just the same as seeing your warship destroyed by gunfire and the surgeon attending dozens of sailors bleeding to death at the same time, amputating legs and arms right and left. They are called heroes and they believe it, it is impossible to be more stupid and ignorant. But… we live in a childish society, so I wonder why I get surprised.
Apart from that, I have the feeling this stage is my trial by fire, as I was saying to a reader of my other blog, Soy reencarnacionista, just a few minutes ago. I have many times wondered why I have recalled all these past lives, why now, and for what it is been useful for me. I feel as if those lives are converging just in this moment, as if now were the perfect point for its continuation. However, I don’t believe I have to continue anything, to be honest, as I don’t believe there are good or bad decisions. Life doesn’t consist of doing always the right thing or making the best of decisions, but rather of just living and analyzing the consequences, because whatever you did, you will always learn something. I rather think that what I learned in each and every one of those lives is being useful for me right now, and that is the reason I recalled them, because I needed that information to know much better what I must do now.
- In my life as Roderic I fought against the oppression of a feudal system that wouldn’t even let me feed my family with my hunt. I lived surrounded by sheepish people that excused the powerful due to simple fear of reprisals. I despised them for it. My stubbornness took me to the gallows, I committed some mistakes. But at least I never lost my dignity or my pride.
- In my life as Jérôme I had, as at present, my own business, related to wood. I had to fight against the oppression of a government that supposedly came to defend equality, liberty and fraternity, but in reality only wanted to crush us with taxes, robbing us the fruit of our labour and not allowing us to thrive. I ended up shot down on a square and I regretted to leave my family. But at least I fought to defend my rights and never lost my dignity.
- In my life as Katrina I was strong enough to get by almost in complete solitude, believing in myself and leaving my city behind, to practice my profession wherever it was needed. But the war broke all my dreams, destroyed my hope and my future. Today the same danger is there, even though many people don’t want to see it yet.
- In my life as Fritz I knew the real meaning of the word «freiheit» («freedom» in German). I knew what it is to see yourself surrounded by spy neighbours, up to inform on you if you do anything against the rules. I knew what it to feel as a prisoner in your own city. I was witness of the construction of the Berlin wall and how this city was divided. Nowadays I will do whatever not to contemplate the loss of that freedom. It seems people (anywhere in the world) has forgotten the price we paid for it. They can become sheep if they want to, but I will not give up my freedom on account of their fear and ignorance.
I might think premature deaths prevented me from the achievement of my goal, winning a just cause, and that now, with this new chance of fighting for another just cause, things will finally go right. However, I don’t think so. You only have to take a look to history to see just causes seldom end well. But the end is not what matters. What matters is the fight. It should be clear to us all which side we will be on when a scenario like this one we are living now becomes real. We are not here to survive. Death does not exist. We are here to fight for what is right, whatever happens.
It is in moments like these that I wonder what I will do when push comes to shove, if we have to go out to the streets for just another revolt, to protest against stupid and unnecessary measures whose only goal is controlling us and locking us up in our homes against our will. I wonder if I will be able to leave everything behind and run to the hills, so that I won’t lose my dignity and won’t become anyone’s slave. I wonder what I will do if I have to defend the life of our elders, condemned to die alone because of the threat of a virus whose existence is unproven.
And it turns out that some days ago, during an astral travel, an answer came to me, maybe. Asking my guide for a little glimpse of the near future, before going to sleep, I suddenly felt myself floating above my bed. I saw it all black, as other times, but in the centre of my third eye appeared a red cross, exactly like the one of the medical organization. The image was more or less like this:
Is that the future we are heading to? A completely dehumanized future, a future of the system’s slave robots?
I had the feeling that must have some meaning, so I searched for the symbolism of the red cross. The creator of the Red Cross himself defined his organization as following:
«The International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) is an impartial, neutral and independent organization whose exclusively humanitarian mission is to protect the lives and dignity of victims of armed conflict and other situations of violence and to provide them with assistance.»
Is this my mission for the upcoming times?
I don’t know yet. But I do know none of my past lives will get disappointed with the decisions I will make in this life. I have no fear. I will fight for my rights as I always did. I will die again if there is no other way to keep my freedom. And, of course, I will lend my help to all those who need it.