Sitting here this morning, reading the news, I am again heartbroken by the Massiveness of the disaster in Haiti. My brain can no longer absorb the shock and pain I feel for those people! I want to hold and try to comfort every one of them, but most of all, the Children!
This disaster was NOT the will of any God I can think of, nor is it due to Haitian beliefs. It is a natural disaster which no-one or no thing could have controlled, and it brings to mind the thousands of dead.
One of the deepest and most heartfelt of beliefs I hold is that when we die, the Spirit that made us who we are, departs the body and the body is now just an empty shell, nothing remains of the individual that was with us. So it stands to reason, (to me anyway), the spirit has to go somewhere. Since there is no real "Proof" of Heaven or Hell, and those who have near death experiences cannot say exactly what may have been, or what they may have seen, what I have almost always believed is what comforts me when loved ones or those unknown to me, depart this life plane.
I choose to believe that we "move on", in an active way. Our Soul, or Spirit may need some time to rest before actively choosing another existence, but WE DO move on.
The basis for this belief came to me as a very young child, though at the time, I didn't know what it was. At the age of three or four, I had a very strange dream. I dreamed of five people who were clearly me! Except, they weren't. A child has no concept of reincarnation, only things they might remember, and wonder why they know.
I have had many young children tell me "stories" of being someone else. My nephew once started a conversation with me (he was about five), and he said "When I lived by the ocean and my Dad was my brother, and my Mom was my Dad, we drowned in a great big wave of water! It was scary."
That conversation reminded me of the dream I had had as a youngster. In it, I was a young boy of about ten who was a shepherd. By my appearance, it was somewhere in the area of Israel. I died of a large rock falling on my head.
Then, I was a very old man who was blind and lived in a cave. A filthy skeleton of a man to whom people brought food and water. My death came as I laid out in the sun for a nap.
Next, I was a peasant woman, possibly in an area like Russia, by the deatail of her dress and surroundings. I was only about thirty but looked fifty. I had many children and was pregnant again. I was up on a wagon forking hay over the sides with a very odd looking pitchfork. One of the children called for my attention, and as I turned I fell over the side and onto the pitchfork.
The following existence was a man of about twenty. Very dark skinned, possibly in Africa, since he looked like a native warrior. He had something like tattoos but not exactly, it was more like "scarification", done to look more fierce. His death came from a long spear.
Last came a woman. Perhaps in her early to mid twenties. Dressed well and looking very prosperous in a lovely Irish linen blouse with ruffles and a tweed suit. She was on an airplane reading a book when everyone went into a panic because the plane was damaged and falling into the ocean.
I want to reiterate here. I was three or four years old. We had no t.v. I was just beginning to read. There is no possible way I could have "SEEN" all these people or known of these locations. As a teenager who loved to read, my interest was caught completely by a book on Reincarnation. I read it in total awe and wonder, realizing THIS was what my dream had been about all those years ago!
Now, this is just my own theory and I will not try to force anyone to believe it or even agree. I would, however welcome any similar experiences or stories from each of you. Please feel free to comment and tell yours.
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