On this Sunday morning I am in the 'South'.....meaning the southern states of the US. Earl and I lived from 1971-1984 in North Carolina where Earl took his first teaching position as a 'newbie' political science professor. We were 23 and 24 years old respectively as Earl, our 18 month-old son, and I trekked across the US in a station wagon pulling a U-Haul trailer which held all of our earthly belongings. The South is rich with a historical perspective not held in the western states where we'd grown up. Plus, I'd never seen either a spring or fall that was quite so dramatic with colors and lush growth that I still miss.
Yet, the story and purpose of my blog this morning isn't exactly about the South. We're in Memphis TN with a full client schedule and our first presentation tied to my book, Bringing Your Soul to Light (www.BringingYourSoultoLight.com available for pre-order and will be in hand within a month).
Hosting us in their home are nearly our favorite cousins (I must be politically correct here...tisk, tisk!). So, it's a rare treat to have this much time with them.
Now...to get to the 'meat' of this blog. I've known for a number of years that my most recent past life happened during the Holocaust where I was a young Jewish girl whose home was 'trashed' late one night. I was demanded and commanded to instantly leave my parents and brother and was drug away to a concentration camp. I believe that I traveled in the box car of a train with my dear, elderly uncle to whom I clung for life itself.
My job at the camp was to move from bed to bed in the make-shift infirmary with seriously ill and dying people. I wiped whatever orifice was in need and simply attempted to provide love and compassion to these people in misery. The image I experienced during one past life regression was coming upon a semblance of a cot where my emaciated dear uncle lay dying. I crawled into the bed made of a stretched piece of rough material strung between four posts and held my uncle until he took his last gasp of earth's air. Upon being asked by the therapist if I KNEW the soul of my uncle in my present life I quickly responded that this was my dear cousin of today with whom I feel very close.
The cousin that I mention is the cousin's house where I've been for four days. Last evening I had a beautiful experience having a discussion about the past life I believed to be true.....and listening to my cousin relate elements of what he potentially considered to be validation of the past life memory. Though there was not a sudden acceptance of my Holocaust story by my cousin, there was also not a strong casting-aside either.
This is the means by which we, who are either tentative believers or full-fledged believers in past lives and reincarnation, need to step gingerly into presenting the possibility of the Law of Rebirth.
I do believe it is our commitment to offer to certain other people the possibility and potential explanation for interests, pulls, and fascinations that we have lived before and will live again.
I invite your discussion of this topic and will happily and purposely respond to your thoughts.
Thanks for listening to my musing this Sunday morning in the South.
Great Luv, Linda