Past Lives Exist


Writing a book, your thoughts?

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


getting ready for bed

while laying down in bed I had a very eerie feeling come over me. I do not know if eerie is the right word.  It’s like a knowing  something is  not right with someone. You don’t know who but you somehow know it isn’t Your family.


it won’t leave me be.  I hate it wheit this happens.

Thomas James??

I just woke up from a dream. This name was not only written on a piece of paper in my dream, but the name was said into my ear in my dream too.  If anyone has insight write to me.

November 20, 2012

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.

Unrequited love.

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.


Native American “religion”

It isn’t hard to see the depth of native American spirituality just by looking at their handmade craft works.  Native American spirituality includes a strong reverence for animal life, the environment, and each other.

Native American spirituality is not the same as the religion of most people.  Organized religious meetings are not a part of native American spirituality.  History shows that originally, native American spirituality was more of a way of daily life.


One thing that is very perplexing about native American spirituality is that the reverential use of tobacco has been devastating to the Caucasian race.  Just as perplexing is the fact that alcohol consumption, even though not used in native American spirituality and stemming from the white man, has caused just as much havoc on native Americans.

Native American spirituality is not the same for every tribe.  Native American spirituality includes rituals that represent hunting and growing of earth’s produce, which was such a prevalent way of life for native Americans.  History shows that native American spirituality included many ceremonies and rituals that were practiced before, and even after hunting expeditions.  It was thought that native American spirituality in this way would insure continued success in hunting.

History shows that in general, the white man viewed native American spirituality to be nothing more than a bunch of superstitions and old wife tales.  Tribal leaders who practiced native American spirituality were sometimes subjected to a jail term of thirty years.  The United States and Canadian governments forcibly tried to change the way native American spirituality was practiced by converting them to their so called suitable religions.

History also shows that certain tribes had leaders called Shaman, who were responsible for overseeing native American spirituality.  History shows that native American spirituality held that spirits entered the Shaman’s body during ceremonies, and by beating drums and chanting, the process would be more successful.  Native American spirituality caused the tribes to believe that the Shaman could tell why a hunting expedition did not turn out successfully, or why sicknesses affected some in the camp.

Native American spirituality commonly employed beliefs that spirit creatures controlled the weather, hence the reason for the rain dance and other similar rituals.

History shows that part of some native American spirituality held that animals were originally humans, and they share the same ancestors.  Several differing beliefs exist in native American spirituality about life after death.

At reaching the age of puberty, young boys traveled outside the camp into the wilderness, where they could receive a vision of native American spirituality that would guide them as they finished reaching adulthood, and continuing on throughout life.  Females did not go through this type of native American spirituality.

The part of native American spirituality that was called the Sun dance was a religious ritual to pray for continual life, that of humans and the earth’s bounty.  The Sun dance also brought good health, friendship with other tribes, and thanked the Creator who oversaw native American spirituality.

The main feature of native American spirituality, no matter which tribe is the relationship of man with the land.


(Oh and Native American jewerly is quite remarkable and interesting to me. It always had flaws in it. )


FACING west, from California’s shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the
land of migrations, look afar,
Look off the shores of my Western Sea—the circle almost circled;
For, starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
From Asia—from the north—from the God, the sage, and the hero,
From the south—from the flowery peninsulas, and the spice islands;
Long having wander’d since—round the earth having wander’d,
Now I face home again—very pleas’d and joyous;
(But where is what I started for, so long ago?

And why is it yet unfound?)



Old Souls

I was sitting outside my home today. It’s sunny outside and the leaves are turning.  Beautiful golden yellow leaves on this tall tree in my yard. The sunlight hits those leaves and it makes a yellow golden glow. I got lost in it. I felt my inner self start to yearn.  What was it doing? What was it trying to tell me.  How do you do the impossible? Nothing is impossible if you try.  I felt so small. How do you not get lost in the thousands of others?  You’re a nobody. If you share something that you feel with all you’re being,will they just write you off as crazy?  Do I really care?  Those leaves started to blur into just a glow. No definition. I was in the zone. Lost in my own thoughts. My mind talking to itself – me.    What would you have to offer it said.  What do you think would happen? Do you really think that as a little speck in the vast universe you could touch the lives of those you’ve touched in previous incarnations?  Why is this even important to you?

I came back to myself so to speak. I finished my ciggie and went inside my house.  I don’t know how it will happen, but I know and believe you can “call” things to you. I believe there is something inside of us that works to pull things into your path. I’ve been feeling this for many years. No matter what it looks like. No matter what odds are against me. I still feel deep inside myself that given the right timing and moment it will fall into place.

Here the song below

Old Souls
Our love is an old love baby
It’s older than all our years
I have seen in strange young eyes
Familiar tears
We’re old souls in a new life baby
They gave us a new life to live and learn
Some time to touch old friends
And still return

Our paths have crossed and parted
This love affair was started long long ago
This love survives the ages
In its story lives are pages
Fill them up
May ours turn slow

Our love is a strong love baby
We give it all and still receive
And so with empty arms we must still believe
All souls last forever
So we need never fear goodbye
A kiss when I must go…
No tears…
In time…
We kiss hello

Are you Double-Souled??

What happens when two souls are reincarnated in a single body?

That is the provocative question that Dr. Sankar Khan is attempting to answer.

“Some individuals are not truly one person, but two,” says Dr. Khan, who’s been conducting reincarnation studies in Mumbai, India, for the past 26 years.

According to Dr. Khna, a reincarnated soul enters its new body when the fetus is at an early stage of development.

“Usually a single soul enters the embryo – but sometimes two spirits, eager to be reborn, each elbow their way into the child.

“When this occurs, the body usually responds and the result is a splitting of the embryo into two, leading to the birth of twins.”

This explains why many identical twins, though raised in the same environment, are polar opposites in personality, he adds. In rare cases the two spirits develop a powerful bond and the flesh refuses to part completely, notes Dr. Khan. “This results in conjoined twins.”

And sometimes physical division fails to take place at all. “When the spirits are very different in nature this can lead to the tragic condition known as ‘multiple personality disorder,’” says the expert. “In these cases there are two radically different persons trapped in one body, taking turns controlling it – totally unaware of one another. In a few instances, more than a dozen souls end up crowded together in a chaotic jumble!”

Normally, however, two souls can co-exist harmoniously.

“Usually one spirit is dominant and the other remains dormant, asserting itself only in times of stress,” says Dr. Khan. “I estimate that this is the case of perhaps 1 in 10 people.

“A telltale sign of such individuals is their tendency to talk to themselves, as they consult their inner companion.”

Occasionally, the seams do show, he adds. “Typically, throughout their lives, double-souled individuals tend to be full of inner conflict.

“Again and again, they find themselves torn between two lovers, two career goals, two dreams of the future.

“Each of their souls pulls them in an opposite direction.”

Are you double-souled?

According to Dr. Khan, you are likely to be double-souled if you:

– Have difficulty making important decisions, swaying first in one direction, then the other.

– Talk to yourself often throughout the day.

– Are ambidextrous.

– Often find yourself in love with more than one person at the same time.

– Frequently “can’t believe” what you did the night before.

– Alternate between using your real name and a special nickname.

– Sometimes sign your name so differently that it is almost unrecognizable.

– Love a song one day and later, can’t stand it.

There ya have it – explains a lot for me. lol

Years back

When I was 14 years old and being a misfit in school, I went to a bookstore – one of the bookstores that most kids didn’t venture into. I was excited because it was different. There was incense and music and books you didn’t find in regular bookstores. It was thrilling. I still love going there. Anyway when I went into the store, an older woman was coming out. She looked right at me and said ” Find the man who is searching his roots. Find the man who is searching for wisdom.”    I just stared at her. She moved past me, and before she could get out the door she said, “You have many things in common with this man. Don’t be afraid to try no matter how difficult.”

I never tried, but it happened. He’s in and out of my life now. The monster has a way of touring us all.  In love two ships passing in the night. Our secret.

Same dream over and over

Same dream over and over since I was a little girl, and I can’t place what lifetime.  Infuriating sometimes.  I’m beginning to think it’s two memories from two past lives in one dream.

One I’m waiting on a dock. Sky is a bit overcast, then I get into a carriage and go home.

Next part of the dream I am waiting on a street – old cars going by and I’m almost about to cry. Then I’m in a jail cell and some asshole (that works there) slaps a newspaper up on the bars. I start to cry. I mean cry. I feel like my guts are wrenching. The dream ends.
I’m trying to do my best and work through this dream. I have for years but nothing is coming. I’m sure that due to so much emotion in the dream there is  block somewhere. Maybe a safety mechanism so I won’t feel more hurt. Not sure.  : le sigh: