Granted, this is not a new concept. In fact, it dates back to at least the Iron Age when it was first recorded in both Greek and Hindu texts. For thousands of years it has been an accepted part of many societies and religions.
Julius Caesar wrote of the Druids of ancient Britain:
“The principal point of their doctrine is that the soul does not dieand that after death it passes from one body into another….. the main object of all education is, in their opinion, to imbue their scholars with a firm belief in the indestructibility of the human soul, which, according to their belief, merely passes at death from one tenement to another; for by such doctrine alone, they say, which robs death of all its terrors, can the highest form of human courage be developed.”
Like I said, fascinating stuff.
But why, if reincarnation is real, can’t we remember our past lives?
Some say it’s because we would be too busy trying to recapture the past. Find our lost loves. We would waste new opportunities, obsessed with the old. We would be paralysed by old fears, blinded by old hates, battered by old failures, forever trying to regain that which we lost. Forgetting allows us to live each life to the fullest and we only remember when we return to the All. Each life is a chance to start fresh and experience a new and different way of life.
Put aside for a moment your own personal belief system and imagine with me that reincarnation is a fact. It is real. When a person dies, he or she will be born into a new body, a new life.
Now imagine something goes wrong. Something leaks through and that person retains some of their past lives. Not as a true memory, but on a visceral level.
A young woman has an irriational and paralyzing fear of choking to death. So much so that even eating can at times be difficult. She has no idea why and the doctors tell her it’s in her mind and she should seek the help of a psychologist. Nothing helps until the day a psychic tells her that in another life she was hanged as a witch.
A man prefers to dress as a woman. He doesn’t dare let anyone know as they would mock him. Or worse. What he doesn’t realize is there’s nothing wrong with him, with what he’s feeling. He doesn’t know that in his last life he was a woman and he still remembers and longs for who he was. She is still a part of him.
Eyes meet across a crowded room. They both laugh at how cheesy it is. Love at first sight? Such a ridiculous and impossible concept. Funny thing is, this isn’t the first time. Life after life, no matter the skin they wear or the battles they must fight or the sacrifices they have to make, the two seek each other out, never finding happiness save with each other. Gives a whole new meaning to the term “soul mates”.
Now let’s take a darker path …
Imagine, if you will, a serial killer as dark and as twisted as they come. The state puts him to death and at last his victims’ families feel safe.
What they don’t know is that he’s about to be reborn into a new body. With all his memories intact …
So, tell, me. What are your thoughts on reincarnation? What interesting stories have you read about it? And what kind of tales could you imagine telling?