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Recieved: 1999/11/05 15:00
Subject: [K-list] Re: Reincarnation
From: Sharon Webb
On 1999/11/05 15:00, Sharon Webb posted thus to the K-list:
Hi,
I wrote:
>> I got direct personal experience about quite a few past lives, and
although
>> there is an array of shamans there, there are also lives in which I was a
>> sausage stuffer, an itinerant tinker, and a circus roustabout.
And Ville wrote:
>How do these experiences of past lives feel like? I'm curious, since I
>have none of such experiences myself nor have I seen an exact description
>anywhere.
The only way i can answer this is to say that the experiences vary a great
deal. Some are much more immediate and emotionally charged than others.
But even in those which are quite immediate and charged, there is, for me,
always a sense of the observer. I often seem to be simultaneously
experiencing the life as the person who experienced it, and also observing
it from my own viewpoint in a detached way. However, sometimes the
detachment can vanish in an instant.
Let me give you an example. On three different occasions, I became immersed
in a past life in which I was a young novice in a Catholic convent. This
life took place in Wales beginning around 1915. In this life, I did manual
work at the convent. It was my job to care for the animals, milk cows, etc.
And I also functioned as a nurse for the convent community and also as
midwife to the farm people nearby.
In experiencing this life, I 'relived' an incident (one of many) in which I
was mid-wife for a young woman. The baby was born and was quite large. As
the novice, I was delighted. I saw its size as a sign of a healthy baby,
and I rejoiced with the mother. As "me" the present day observer, however,
and as a registered nurse, I saw the large size of the baby in a totally
different light. I saw its size as pathological and due to diabetes in the
mother.
I kept returning to this life...had stuff to learn, i guess :-)...and at one
time I saw a young man with reddish hair and a reddish moustache. My little
novice thought he was beautiful and I realized that she was in love with him
and had renounced that love to enter the convent. This left the
current-day, anti-religious me feeling sad for her.
On my final visit, the young novice was dying from influenza. Other nuns
were gathered around her bedside. I knew she was dying, and at one point
she/I rose---in spirit form---to a sitting position and reached out 'our'
arms. I thought, somewhat cynically, "She is going to see Jesus because
that's what she believes." Then, suddenly and overwhelmingly, I experienced
a total flooding of my being with a love that was so sweet, so intense, so
blindingly bright in its light, so blissful, that I burst into tears...and I
cried for hours following this experience.
Sharon
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