Originally posted by RossADillon
From my experiences, I truly believe there is life before, and after, our current ones. I've never been a person who believes in reincarnation, but
as a hypnotist, I've come across too many people (typically children) under hypnosis who have dead-on recurrences and regressions about their past
lives. After hearing it first hand, it's incredibly difficult for me not to believe.
I've always considered this aspect of children to be extremely significant. I. myself, experienced young childhood as having grown up in a house that
sat about (maybe) 3 miles in from and elevated above a large harbor (coastal, and due to the sun dancing off the morning water, I have to assume that
it was the Atlantic coast of the US). If it was sunny, I would watch the large ships - far in the distance - slowly coming and going, as the tiny
sparkles of sunlight danced on the choppy surface of the water. I could hear the tugboats, and just assumed that everyone could see it, and that it
was nothing to really make note of.
Of course, I didn't grow up in a coastal village. At that specific time in my life, we lived in Little Falls, NY, and the tug boats I was hearing
were operating on the Erie Canal that cuts through that little city. We did live on a "hill" overlooking that canal, but it was more like the fairly
steep edge of a valley that gets pretty narrow around the canal at that point. Little Falls was the "home of the tallest lift-lock in the US" at the
time, and the tug boats worked all day moving barges in and out of that lock. I'd always assumed that I was actually watching the activity on that
canal and projecting my own version of what it looked like - childhood perception distortions and all that.
In 1996, I took a new girlfriend up to that house (the "this is my life" tour), and it was then that I realized that the view from that yard,
regardless of where you stood, was the steep valley wall on the other side, and that there was never any way of being able to see water, or boars, or
the morning sun dancing on any waves, since the position of the yard, relative to the canal that wasn't even a 1/4 mile away and tucked behind a 100+
yr old factory building, was positioned to the immediate south of the house I was living in at the time. I'd obviously imagined that harbor, and
those ships and that sun-sparkling water.
And here's the interesting part. We left that house in 1961, when I was 5 yrs old. We didn't get our first ever TV set until the following year
(1962), and due to the fact that we were pretty poor (Irish and baby-prone, I suppose) there was no such thing as movie night for the household. And
yet, I do distinctly remember seeing sunlight sparkling off the choppy waters of that imaginary harbor, and to this day I have no idea how I could've
known what sunlight dancing on water looks like. No TV, and isolated in a tiny locked-in town in Upstate NY, and less that 5 yrs old, and watching
ships in a harbor that never could've been configured by any version of necessary experience.
I would normally attribute that impossible knowledge to reincarnation, except that what I experienced is more akin to what people who exhibit the same
sort of impossible knowledge due to multiple identity disorder experience - or rather, what those who deal with them experience, since they don't
consciously experience it at all. What I've learned is that this anomaly is actually the result of what some spiritualists call "spirit guides".
Not that these interlopers are actually spirit guides at all.
What they are, are passed human beings, and most of us have a "posse" of such people associated with us, and they've been there since the day we
were born. It's complicated (as far as the reason for why they hang around) but to them, it feels like familial love and concern. When most of us
finally die, these will be the "greeters" that will assist us in the "crossing over" event. They'll probably appear to us as familiar people (or
maybe even pets or angels, depending on what would be most comforting), but eventually, they'll introduce themselves and explain how it is that they
were there for our entire lives. As I said, the impetus behind this - while pretty consistent, from relationship to relationship - is very
complicated, and it takes quite a bit to establish the informational basis for why this is such a common situation.
So....since when have our posts been character limited? More on this in a follow-up post, then.