Reincarnation: do you believe in it?
I don’t really know what to think about reincarnation, although sometimes I believe that it is true and that we as souls are recycled life after life, till we learn the lessons we’re supposed to learn and ascend up somewhere – be it nirvana, heaven or whatever it is people prefer to call it.
As a teen-ager, one of my favorite books was Audrey Rose, by Frank de Felitta and its book description, in a nutshell, goes like this:
“Suppose a stranger told you your daughter was his daughter in another life? Suppose you began to believe him? Suppose it was true?”
I loved that book and it shaped my view then of reincarnation. I don’t remember exactly what I thought then about reincarnation – but a part of me wanted to believe in it just so I could tell myself that in some previous life, I lived a good life, and it wasn’t as miserable as the one I was currently in, where most of my childhood memories had to be repressed, and I had to float out of myself just to get through the minutes and hours that felt like an eternity.
I actually wished some father would come knocking on our door one day and say, as he pointed to my young confused self, “that’s my daughter and I’m coming to get her back!”
Then as I got older and sat through talks by gurus and supposedly-enlightened people, reciting the mantras they taught me, and go through the poses meant to awaken my inner fire and guide me through my lessons in this life, I began to believe that maybe there are people out there, even after learning the lessons they were meant to learn, choose to stay behind in this life to be reincarnated as the imperfect beings that they had once been, choosing to stay here to guide poor souls like me to that higher state. Bodhisattvas, as the Buddhists call them.
I don’t really know if what I just wrote down makes sense, or whether it’s something that I truly believe, as in completely, but I like that story. And for now, I’m sticking to it.
I was giving a massage to a woman once, and out of the blue, she told me that she saw me in a previous life, and I still remember how excited I was to hear it. In her vision, I was in the desert approaching an oasis, an earthenware jug on top of my head and all around me, she said, was this purple hue that surrounded me.
Honestly though, I would have preferred then that she saw me as this princess surrounded by servants and never having to lift a finger. Ah, but such is life.
And I still have a few more of them to go, it seems.