The first thing I discovered is it was based on a novel by a certain Vercors, pseudonym of Jean Bruller, a man who lived the occupation of France by the German and even became a member of the resistance. I already have the novella too, it is extremely short so it is possible that any day soon I will have read it as well.
I have spent the last days focused on one of my novels, without feeling anything similar to past life mood, as I said in my previous entry. But through one of those synchronicities, this morning Dr. José Luis Sevillano shared in his Facebook page the trailer of a movie I didn’t know: «The silence of the sea». When I saw it was about the French resistance, I knew I had to watch it. The short video of the trailer already brought me certain emotions I could not ignore. It took me less than a minute to find the full movie on the internet. And I watched it at midday, taking advantage of the fact I was alone at home and I could start crying at ease if needed.
The first thing I discovered is it was based on a novel by a certain Vercors, pseudonym of Jean Bruller, a man who lived the occupation of France by the German and even became a member of the resistance. I already have the novella too, it is extremely short so it is possible that any day soon I will have read it as well.
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«This period of confinement due to the coronavirus pandemic is triggering plenty of emotions that, unsurprisingly, take me primarily to the Cold War or to the Second World War. Yesterday it was the turn of this latter. They were not the most traumatic memories, but they do bring the same feeling I have now: that of incredulity and fear for what is going on around me, the feeling we are being robbed of our future that could have been, at least, mildly happy. Part 1. In another regression it became clear to me that I was a nurse and helped the doctor in anything I could. Only recently I realized this second patient could have been the same as in the former regression, when we cured him the broken arm he had on a sling: «First of all, I was sitting in front of a table with what looked like a notebook and a pencil or a ball pen. I am in a room, and the doctor is sitting at another table. He is explaining something to me and I am taking notes, I think it is a treatment. He calls out: “Katrina!”, because I am getting asleep. I apologize and explain to him that “the mister” sometimes makes me get up very early. The doctor replies excuses are not valid to him and I have to attend, if I want to help him. I know it is the afternoon, as in the mornings I am working in the flat. I see the doctor very clearly. He is strict, but also affectionate, and very patient and understanding with me, I think he has a lot of patience. He is a dark-haired, tall and chubby, good-natured looking man, with a moustache. I don’t know if we are in a real school or he is just teaching me on a personal basis, because I will work with him in the future. But I am learning, there is no doubt about that. Living in an alarm state decreed by the government provokes that many of us (not to say all) have our emotions running high. In those of us that remember past lives, this means those emotions can bring us memories from other lives. After years experimenting with this subject, I know this is one of the phenomena that admits no doubt: emotions and memories are closely related. This is why I am constantly going from one past life to the other these days. Sometimes I feel like in the Cold War, due to the feeling of fear, the existence of spying neighbours and the police halting me everywhere to control my movements. Other times I go to the Second World War, due to that uncomfortable feeling that, once more, I am being robbed my future and the chance to, simply, live and be happy. I wish they would let me do it at least once. Please. I can’t stop thinking about the songs in "Stationary Traveller" by Camel, as they describe so well the situation we are living now. What started with surprise and stupor, with the incredulity we had to live through this in XXI century, such restriction of personal freedom, is gradually transforming in an anxious normality mildly accepted by everyone. Well, I was up to this, when I decided to meditate one of those days. And I went right to the time I was a nursing student in Prague, an innocent youth no older than 15 or 16, still dreaming of working in something interesting that would give me the economic independence I needed. Though I always doubt a lot about the accuracy of dates, this time the year 1936 came to me very strongly. Soon after, Czechoslovakia was occupied by the German. I suppose war would paralyze everything, the same way the alarm state paralyzes everything now, and I saw with amazement how everything around me started to change. I was not the owner of my future anymore. My hopes and dreams would be seized by the men who make war and decide who must die and who must live. I had no other option than keep on living and adapt to the new circumstances. And, like now, there were people who encouraged me, while I was beginning to see it all black and without knowing started to fall into the claws of the worst of depressions. Prague, Czechoslovakia. 1939-03.
Soon after the German Army entered Prague, crowds line the street as a parade of German Panzerkampfwagen II light tanks passes. The salute is taken by General Freiherr Leo Geyr von Schweppenburg, Commander of 3rd Tank Division of the German Army. Note the Nazi flags flying from the buildings. (Original print held in AWM Archive Store). Source: https://www.awm.gov.au/collection/C298334 May, May, May… It is long since the last time I wrote in my blog. Lately real life doesn’t leave me much time for introspection. On the one hand I am still immersed in the greatest project of my life. I keep studying and updating my knowledge. In order to create my business so that the works can begin in the premise, I have to travel to another province, on my own. All this coincides with a second surgery that my dad has to undergo, and he has to spend other three weeks in hospital. Even though I try not to quit yoga, I barely find a quiet moment to meditate. I realize we are in May and apparently there is no past life mood currently affecting me. However, as the month moves on and the second half arrives, I suddenly feel that, underneath the surface, Katrina still remembers Johann. She’s inside you, and she’s crying… as I wrote a long time ago in a forum because that verse from a Marillion song reminds me of the young nurse I was.
These last days I have had in mind that woman that left me a comment in Pandora’s Box Amazon page, complaining I spoke too much about Nazi past lives. Yes, that’s the way it is. I suspect many people come to reincarnation searching for the same type of comfort they already sought in religions. It is not by chance that the belief in reincarnation is present in Buddhism or Hinduism, and depending on the life you happen to live now, the possibility of returning in a new body can seem to you attractive or a real curse. But I don’t speak of beliefs. I talk about past lives we all can remember, and for better or worse, the world will always be the one we create with our actions. The world will be hell if we insist on doing evil. We, not God nor the Devil nor a “universal law” that regulates the rewards and punishments we human beings must receive. And so, the vast majority of people that remember past lives, remember all kinds of disgraces: traumas, deaths, rapes and wars, in both bands. A past life is as real as the present life, and we rarely live easy lives.
Sometimes we even kill ourselves. When we research reincarnation, it is usual we find this idealized vision of what recalling past lives means: lessons to learn, souls you meet again, a lot of love and pink unicorns. Such a superficial view is still frequent in the Spanish-speaking world, as shows this video I recently found. It is normal, this is what sells. People don’t like hearing about trenches, mass graves, mass shootings, Holocaust victims or Nazis that commit suicide. People in general think we all are good souls and none would become involved with certain atrocities nor would have the idea of killing oneself. I used to think the same. So, as many others I have known on the way, when you remember past lives, you have to pass through a darkness you had never imagined, you have to face your shadow and assimilate we all have a luminous side and a dark side. We never know how we can react to certain circumstances. As I always say in my books, the path of self-discovery is just that: it is not an easy path, but if you reach the end, it is then you find real enlightenment. The rest are just illusions. I write this on December 25th, 2018. The day is about to end. Fortunately, in this time of my life Christmas goes by in a quite quiet and austere way, and it is free from any desire that goes beyond sharing my time with my loved ones, remembering those who returned home (human as well as non-human) and appreciating what I have, which is no mean feat. There is not even gift exchange anymore, as we already give gifts to each other the rest of the year. And, at least from my part and my partner’s, there is no blood spilt on our plates. Hypocrisy, as least as possible. I feel really fortunate I can keep away from the Great Feast of Consumerism.
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