I started remembering past lives nearly six years ago. Since then, I haven’t been idle at all. I have published a few books, I have created a few blogs and a forum, and I have known many different people. With some of then I have had quite interesting conversations, from which I learned a lot. With others I have had heated arguments, especially when I was fighting against strong beliefs installed in the other person’s mind. I am very happy I have reached this far and I am doing this. But when I look back in retrospect and observe the path traveled, it is very clear to me that, if I had to choose, there is only one thing I would keep forever: having known other reincarnationists, but above all, having known some of my soulmates.
Most people don’t take that step, and they end up missing those experiences, the real experience. As happens many times when a “friend” invites you to a wedding and you go only for a matter of commitment, most people just stay on the superficial. On how beautiful the bride’s dress was, how original the menu of ten-course set menu was, how long the ceremony seemed to you, and how you ended up buzzed with your other friends. You try to have fun because that is the best thing you can do in a celebration that is only really important for the ones getting married, many times trying to ignore how you don’t get along with the brother-in-law or some of the other guests, and hoping time will go by quickly. Likewise, most people, even when they believe in reincarnation, for them that won’t be too different to be sitting on a bench in the church waiting for the priest to end the chatter about the Lord receiving his children. They don’t take it seriously. They don’t give a damn about what other people tell about possible past lives, people who, by the way, probably they all are delusional.
On Sunday evening I was in a different wedding, a very special wedding. It was celebrated almost 8,500 kilometers away from where I currently live, but thanks to modern technologies, distance doesn’t matter, so I was there the same way. Two of my greatest friends, both reincarnationists, were getting married. I remember one of them from a few past lives, and she knows it, though she doesn’t have memories of her own. That doesn’t matter either, because the connection was there from the beginning, since the day I arrived to a forum as a newbie looking for answers, and she was a veteran who knew how to give me valuable advice along my path. We haven’t met in person in yet, but attending her wedding was quite a great event for me, and it is been five days since my heart doesn’t fit in my chest after seeing her so happy and knowing she has a brilliant future ahead.
Except in very small circles, we all keep the secret, of course. In social networks no one comments anything related to past lives, as the majority of people wouldn’t understand. But you know certain things nearly no one could come to imagine. You know what is there behind many preferences, you know the reason of such a close link between those two persons, all they have in common, you know where they come from, you know of the setbacks of destiny, as some call it, and how they have evaded that supposed destiny... You remember the comments people make about their past personalities, and you really can’t help thinking how the world remains deceived about how things really work. It is enormously ironic.
Personally, I call it “seeing through time”. We reincarnationists can do that. We will go unnoticed in a social meeting, and our power will remain hidden, because we have no interest at all in speaking about what we remember and know with people that won’t understand, but it is a power we live with every day. Every day you think of a past life. Every day you encounter a trigger, as small as it may be. Every day you miss someone you left behind because he died after (or before) you did. All that is usually very sad. But sometimes you can also be much more aware of how valuable our life is. You have in front of you two people who were born in another country, whom apparently you only know since several years ago, and however, at the same time, you are aware of the connections that go back to thousands of years before. You see who that person currently is, and at the same time you see who she was, and you see everything you had to go through in other lives. You see her grow up as your son, and then you see her grow up even more as your brother, and then you see her transformed in an adult in black and white pictures that correspond to a different era during which you lived and died in another country and had time to be born again, and you think: “There was a time when I was a child and he was a man of the same age of my dad”. And it turns out that now it is you the one getting old. But that doesn’t matter either, because now you know age is only a number. You can see, not only though time, but through the disguise that comes with having a physical body. But the best of it all is that you see how there is continuity, and you know death is no more than an illusion.
Distances don’t exist. I think I am beginning to understand this now, to really understand it. Not long ago I heard Helen Wambach say that birth is separation, is coming to a cold and cruel world, alone. And I completely agree. That is why they say reincarnating souls are brave souls. But sometimes we have the ability to remember where we come from, and then you become aware that, in reality, the separation is not real. When you form spiritual bonds with other souls, those bonds are unbreakable, they are much stronger than blood ties. They are eternal bonds, and though in one or two lives you might not meet those souls again, those bounds will still be there, forevermore.
I am going to remember that gorgeous wedding all my life. It will always bring me a smile, a reincarnationist’s enigmatic smile that only other reincarnationists can decipher.
Life (and death) is absolutely wonderful.