All of us seem to search. Some of us are more aware of it than others. To be around people and laugh but feel so isolated.
We search for love. Love is what each of us truly desire. Whether we recognize it or not. It’s so easy to reach for a facade. Why do we do this? Are we that desperate for love? Has the meaning of love been forgotten and have we turned it into something cheap and shallow? I think some have.
I don’t even let myself get that far. I keep myself safe. I grew tired of longing and waiting. I finally sat still and said, “The hell with it. Fuck it. If it’s meant to happen for me it will.” Until then I’ve just sat here. In a quiet room listening to nothing but my thoughts. Dark thoughts. Thoughts most people would condemn me for.
This life, has been no friend of mine.
So why is it a journey? Gaining insight into your past lives helps in many areas. Each of your past lives provides a kind of training for the next life. Some people have several past lives, some only one. When you start remembering it enables many things to take place. You can start to visit and make contact with relatives that have passed on. You can find your spirit guide(s), it may even help you overcome problems and issues from childhood.
We are all spiritual beings. Each of us on a journey. Sometimes it takes several lifetimes to feel driven or for lack of better words interested enough to really start to dig and want to find out why and where.
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”
– George Santayana
Oh wounded bird. Will you ever fly again, and will it be a spectacular flight of overcoming or will it be a flight home?
Oh wounded bird you are still so young. So full of life that has been misplaced. Why are your wings held to your sides?
Who holds them there?
What unseen thing forces you to deviate from your nature?
To spend your life sitting on that branch without even a nest only to watch the world around you move on,
never stopping yet …..you can not do what you long for. To fly.
Oh wounded bird, your soul longs to feel the warmth of the sun, the fresh air against your feathers,
and your wings stretched wide in a flight of freedom.
Oh little bird, tuck yourself back against the tree, hide yourself in the leaves,
and cover yourself for the night. Tomorrow is another day.
Perhaps tomorrow you will take off and never look back.
DEATH IS CERTAIN
1. There is no possible way to escape death. No-one ever has, not even Jesus, Buddha, etc. Of the current world population of over 5 billion people, almost none will be alive in 100 years time.
2. Life has a definite, inflexible limit and each moment brings us closer to the finality of this life. We are dying from the moment we are born.
3. Death comes in a moment and its time is unexpected. All that separates us from the next life is one breath.
THE TIME OF DEATH IS UNCERTAIN
THE ONLY THING THAT CAN HELP US AT THE TIME OF DEATH IS OUR MENTAL/SPIRITUAL DEVELOPMENT
NO matter what you believe. Whether it is reincarnation or simply going to a better place – the above is true. Death is Certain. Life is not. LIVE while you have the chance. Really LIVE.
It’s now 6 am. That means that the west coast is at 4 am and the east coast at 7 am right now. I often think of things like that. People are bustling around on the east coast and still sleeping in LA. Well, some are anyway.
Regardless. I’m laying on my bed looking at my painting of “My Sweet Rose” by Waterhouse. Not my favorite art but I had to purchase it for some reason. Maybe its the simplicity or the stillness. It’s peaceful. Maybe it makes me feel in tune with nature. Who knows. On the other wall a photo of a man at a piano. Smoke coming out his nostrils and mouth. Relaxed, and the old white tank top the man is wearing is the comfort that I’d like to find in everyday life. Worn in, broken in. Comfortable. I’d like to find that person called a soul mate. Someone I’ve known before in other lifetimes. Why does it seem that there is always some kind of obstacle or wedge or circumstance that keeps people apart. I have to relinquish my hopes sometimes. I have to drop my head and let the tears spill onto my legs. I could be given the chance to walk right up but I’d never do that. I suppose I believe too much in fate. If it’s mean to be it will be, if not, then I suppose another lifetime then.
I’ve always loved the movie “Somewhere in Time” It’s been my favorite since I saw it when I was very little. I cried the first time I saw it and I still cry when I watch it. The only thing worth much in this world is love. Love is what matters. A person can hide behind anything. A mask, liquor, drugs, wealth, fame, or walls and over everything, above everything one thing remains. Love. Love endures forever. Through lifetimes, and years, and eternity. …..The Taj Mahal is still standing.
I’ve received some comments here and a few emails and I felt it was important to take a post again and address those. I’ve had quite a few readers email me- sharing their stories and how they felt alone, wondering what was going on. Somehow knowing deep inside that it wasn’t just a dream, or it wasn’t something evil. They just “knew”
I do understand what it feels like to know what’s going on but unless you get a book written by an open intelligent mind – your stuck. Sadly 90% of the churches and religions aren’t going to be much of a help. They automatically think you need to be delivered from demonic influence. ( I’m not saying that doesn’t exist, it does,.. but not generally in past life recall. Legit recall) The smaller the town, the more INLAND you go – it always seems the smaller the minds. I had to live, and reach out the biggest part of my childhood through books. It took me out of the slow – boring mid-west. Mind you at that time there weren’t books on recall. It was all the classics, and books that to this day most people don’t have a clue what I’m talking about unless they too are book enthusiasts.
So here is a shout out to Roger in Sweden for letting me know about a forum I could visit. Also another shout out to a woman in SC who is trying to reach out, and delve into the dark pool. For anyone that wants to contact me please visit the who is writing this at the top of this blog. My email is listed. I am more than happy to talk with anyone. I realize this is a very small little blog – I do not have hundreds of followers, but It is my hope that those that are meant to find it will. I believe that.
Just Believe. Don’t ever care or give a shit what other people say about you or tell you. This is your journey. LIVE.
Just a post to say once again it’s not what it seems. No matter how much you want it to be.
Stop making a sad mess.
Just stop and take a moment
It’s not the one you think it is
Stop, breathe, stand still
What you’re searching for is getting ready to happen. Stop concentrating on the signs you think are there, and realize and think about all the signs that say it’s not the one.
Have you ever noticed that the reincarnation stories at certain websites are full of cleopatras, nefertiti’s, and any other really famous person in history? It’s such a let down when you are researching and trying to find those people that remember and recall a past life and you’re desperately wanting them to say ” I was a nobody, I can’t find a lick of evidence to support what I’m saying but I do remember working at ________.” I can’t find many people who don’t want to be someone famous and I don’t understand that. I have recall of being around a native american man, and unfortunately at the time I was a white woman. During those times WOW not such a great thing,but I have nothing to back it up. Just “memories” If anyone knows of a place online that has legitimate entries let me know.
I’m going back to reading OmmSety by Dorthy Eady
PS – There are some things in life that look meant to be, our feelings over take us. In reality it’s not something lasting, just something to take us from one place in our journey to the next. To the next better thing. Deeper, more curious. Love that surpasses anything we’ve experienced thus far.
I’m debating on writing a book. My own past life recall, and including how others can tune into their own recall. Great news is that I will be accountable for better grammar than on this blog . LOL. It would be nice to give back to others and instead of your ever popular “past lives, do I have one book”. I could reach out to those that have struggled with this issue a for a while. Curious no? For nothing more than hearing some girl talk about reincarnation. You can’t say it wouldn’t be interesting, or run of the mill
It’s funny at midnight – the things you can see. The corner street lamp puts out a glow and those same golden leaves can be seen. Every few minutes …falling to the ground. Effortlessly they fall. In the distance a dog can be heard barking, and then the moment of solitude I mean complete solitude. When things go quiet in the night.
Oh when we were younger and scorned in love. we always wanted the beautiful girl or handsome guy. Never to have it.
We get older and by chance we find ourselves being welcomed by those that would have scorned us when we were young.
How flattering and oh how our emotions and egos feel for once in our lives – they feel good! it’s all so “written in the stars” it just has to be! Then years fly by and we realize love is important. What we felt was love, only bit at us again.
When oh when will be choose the right path. When will things give us what we really want. True love. Not love that is fleeting. Not love that is a lie masking itself as “YES this is the one!” Oh to wake up and find that we to still search. We want it so much we will see and take anything as a sign. We want that kind of love so much we are blinded.