Reincarnation stories are fascinating. It is an interesting topic and we all, at lest most of us on this earth realm have a certain curiosity about ourselves. As one blogger said yesterday of her son when he was younger had a fascination with Germany and she has often wondered about Germany and his past life. My youngest child has always wanted to travel to England and France, her English accent, whenever she speaks like them, could rival the Queen’s own. My eldest daughter has a connection to Ireland, and feels like she knows the place whenever she see it on television or on big screen, and I China.
The picture I used to represent this post is of General Kwang Kung, also known as Guang Yu, read this. In my house, we call him the General, and he represents Ogun in Yoruba culture, who is the God of Iron. He sits on a high marble column in my house holding a sword pointed at my front door, he is the first you see as you walk into my house, a very intimidating figure as he always seem to be watching you at every turn. It was he who came to my dreams and told me to go and get his statue for protection, he even told me his name and also taught me how to set it up.
Another blogger asked about honoring your ancestors, if in other lives it is possible to be from every culture, and I explained that we are connected to our ancestors through blood and tied to them through culture. I am Jamaican and am a proud one, as I have said quite often enough, (except fi di Gully Monkey dem whey ah shame up mi country) Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley, Paul Bogle, Nanny of the Maroons may not be our blood ancestors, but they are apart of our Jamaican rich heritage and culture, therefore they are our ancestors. All peoples of Africa are our ancestors if you are of African descent, which means if you consider your self Black or of the Black race. This is the same if you are White, Chinese or any other race, depending who they are and where they or their family are from.
In Tophers story, the reincarnation story he sent to me yesterday, he told the therapist under hypnosis that he learned that “Family was Important”. This he seemed to have learned through out his many incarnations to this realm or this plane. In that one line which he wrote, it proves to me that we are all here to either learn something or teach something or both. Many people have to come back to this place (the earth realm) over and over again to fully understand things which can only be understood to us while in human form, while having a physical body.
We choose to incarnate into this plane for whatever reason, and we know deep within us by signs of Deja Vu at times, if we are watching the television or if we travel or having a conversation if we have been here (where ever we are at that moment) before or we have been in a situation like this before, or through dreams and visions, which are important.
Someone I knew a while back told me a story of a horrible man she met years ago, the most vile beast ever according to her. She helped him get his green card, they were married but the marriage was torture to her, he made her life a living hell, while she stopped at nothing to get him his papers, instead of stopping the process and be done with him, she spent thousands, as he had nothing! After he had gotten the first part of his green card, she was almost at the end of the rope with this creature, she had a dream. Her dream was set in what seemed like the sixteen hundreds. They looked like Mediterranean people, she saw her self dressed as how they did in those times and he was laying on what seemed to be a makeshift bed, which was a table laden with heavy cloth, he was laying on his side. He was paralyzed, in the dream, his equally horrible father lived with them, there was a fire place and the room was damp and the atmosphere miserable.
There was also a downstairs and his make shift bed faced the stairs to what may have been a cellar to which she would go back and forth a lot. In the dream she felt a very heavy guilt at his situation, and he cried day and night at his paralyzed state, but he also blamed her and was horrible to her because of it. In the dream she knew that she was not responsible for him being that way but he and the man which was his father treated her like garbage and made her feel bad, he cried and complained about his inability to walk, while she mopped his brow and went tirelessly from upstairs to down stairs and the father who sat by the hearth in a rocking chair drank hot brew and directed and scolded her. She acted like a slave instead of a wife, however in the dream, just before she woke from it, she climbed upon the bed with him in spoon fashion and told him that she would do all she could to make him walk again.
In present life she had gotten him his green card, despite him being the Devil incarnate with a mother who is him in a dress, looks, bad ways and all. After the dream, she realized that he and her met in this life for her to be able to help him to “Walk” again. Give him his Green Card, although she went into a real marriage which the love quickly turned sour, but nevertheless give him the green card, thus enabling to “walk” travel around freely, the lack of a green card would be like Paralysis, restricting his movements. In this present life, she had made good on her promise , how he treated her while she did so in present day was between him and God, also the man royal mumma would also answer to God with the suffering the woman endured from this Freddy Cruger look alike!
Thank God he is out of her life, with his green card, but for his actions to her, Woe be unto him, for a bad life he shall have and all his days shall be forever miserable, he will never see the joy of children! aseeee!
That was an example of reincarnation story with a karmic debt attached to it, we do not always reincarnated to pay our debt right away from our last lives, it could be some life times passed.
Karma is a Sanskrit word from the root “Kri” to do or to make and simply means “action.” It operates in the universe as the continuous chain reaction of cause and effect. It is not only confined to causation in the physical sense but also it has moral implications. “A good cause, a good effect; a bad cause a bad effect” is a common saying. In this sense karma is a moral law.
The subject on reincarnation is much, and I am not done with it, I will write exclusively about it one day, soon!
Obara Meji Chinn!
Here is the other half of Topher Story, continuing from yesterday!
There were a few things I didn’t put in the blog, such as I found where James Buxton is buried and I found the church he attended and, for a time, was named after his family.I had initially planned to visit the two locations but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. So Meredith, my wife, and I planned to just swing through Boston instead. I thought maybe I would just get a stronger comfortable feeling like I did with Maine. In my head, it was like “baby steps”.While looking for “touristy” things to do in Boston, Meredith showed me a couple of pictures of places we should go to. There was one in particular (Faneuil Hall) that made me weep like a child. It took nearly 20 minutes for her to calm me. I had no words. I felt like I had just heard someone died. Meredith kept asking me about it, and all I could say was “I don’t know”. I ended up dwelling on the “why” all night – why did I cry, why did I get emotional at all, and it took me a while to get to sleep. But that night I dreamed of yelling at Meredith (though it wasn’t her) that we needed to go to the town house. I was talking about another James and about a name with a P. Another part of the dream is standing outside of a building that looked like the one I saw stylistically, but it was skinnier, with a tiny balcony. There were two statues on top. One of a lion and the other of a unicorn. And I yelled at someone “Five men died over a damned snowball!”
I woke up and, to me, it was nothing more than a dream. I reasoned with things like no one puts a unicorn on top of a building, and that balcony was too skinny to walk on and everything else that was just off in the dream. It just made no sense. I told Meredith about how ridiculous it was.Later, Meredith and I are going through trip advisor again. I see a thin building with a similar design to Faneuil. There is a balcony in the middle. And on top there is a statue of a lion and a statue of a unicorn. Needless to say that prompted me to do a little research. The building is called the Old State House, but it’s original name is the Towne House and this is the location of the Boston Massacre where the British opened fire and killed 5 people. Among those people were James Caldwell and Patrick Carr. It happened because somebody was throwing snowballs at the redcoats which prompted people to throw rocks which prompted the gunfire.
That still didn’t give me a reason why I broke down when I saw Faneuil Hall. As it turns out, the first meeting about the Bloody massacre (what is was called then) was held there. It was practically standing room only and it was very emotional. I had another dream standing in this thin entryway with Meredith telling her it’ll be ok. “They’re with our Lord”. Needless to say this made me a little nervous to visit.Anyway once we got there, we got a cab from the Airport to our B & B. I remember at a certain area of town I started rubbing my fingers together on my right hand and I got very nervous. It only lasted a a few blocks so I figured it was nothing.The next day we were on the transit heading to see these old buildings and I got the same nervousness back, and my fingers started going nuts again. The train stopped and as we climb the stairs the nerves got worse and I was sick to my stomach. I stepped out the front door and look to my left where I see a reddish brick and it’s like my brain exploded. I start speed walking around the corner to this big circle in the bricks. I kind of started freaking out a bit but thankfully for Meredith, she was able to calm me. As it turns out I came OUT of the old state house. Then I kept saying the word church – I knew there was a church. Meredith said we cold look but we should stick to our itinerary. I agreed and she said “Ok now where’s Faneuil Hall” I instinctively said “this way” and started walking. It was just a block away. I just *knew where to go. When we got there I had an urge to go to the second floor. I walked around the building and we found the door. When you go in there is a series of steps that take you right up to a thin entry way, just like my dream. They were closing but they allowed us to go in for a couple of minutes. I felt peace. I felt happy. I felt proud. I think this is also where Buxton was awarded the land. I learned that events like that were commonly held at Faneuil Hall. I didn’t want to search anymore. I felt I had enough experiences that I could perhaps piece together answers, but I still wanted to know if there was church. So after it was all said and done Meredith and I were back at the Old State House and she asked “Where’s the Church”. I didn’t really know. But I looked at the State House and the direction of Faneuil Hall a few times and, once again, said “this way” and just started walking. And, again, it’s almost as if I knew where we were. A place I’ve never been to or seen before. 3 blocks away. I see the church and I “knew” it was it. I didn’t know why…but I just knew it. Meredith asked why it was important and I told her I didn’t know. It was closed when we got there but there was a sign on the door. This church is the old meeting house. It’s where all the “secret” meetings happened. For example the planning of the Boston Tea Party, which also happened around the time that Buxton enlisted.That, for me, was the icing on the cake.Information on James Buxton is scarce, so I can’t say for sure, but I feel I know what happened with him. I may be wrong, but after all of these events I think that the brother I spoke of in the regression was either James or Patrick. I think, early on, James *wanted revenge. He was *very angry. When it was all said and done he realized that none of the redcoats he killed were responsible for his friends death. Then he felt the guilt. Perhaps he realized he took these redcoats from their friends and family just as their comrades took Buxtons friends away. Which made him no better than the men who initially opened fire. In the regression I said family is important. I remember saying this with sadness. You don’t take a man from his family. I feel that James, on his deathbed, felt it wasn’t fair for him to die surrounded by his family. A blessing. Something he stripped many people of. I think this is where the guilt comes from.I have no data or proof on this last paragraph. But in my gut, I feel that is right.So, that’s the full story. It’s obviously a long one so thank you for sticking with it this long.Take care
Obì tó bá fara pamọ́ ló máa ńgbó. /
The kolanut fruit that hides itself is the one that grows to maturity……Yoruba Proverb!
All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…..Obara Meji!
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned…..Obara Meji!