Still a taboo

From 2018 to the present, I have developed a passion for hearing and reading about the experiences other people have about their past lives. Besides the literature about past lives, I was fascinated by the experiences of everyday people and how they position themselves for these experiences. I connected to several Facebook forums in my quest to connect with diverse individuals and their experiences. An aspect that caught my attention as being a general approach was that many people write anonymously about their experiences from past lives, and some of them admit that they have no one to share what they experienced. Most people experience loneliness and often feel lost, relying on others for support. Others choose not to ask for help because they are afraid of being judged, and as a result, they carry a burden that is too heavy in silence. Their experiences are not impressive because of their social position or the heaviness of the experience itself. You don’t meet people who claim to have been celebrities and had impressive lives. They are generally simple life stories, in modest positions in the most diverse corners of the world. They are deeply emotionally experienced by the person concerned, and it is often enough to read how those memories present to guess their impact. Memories often contain information about how the death occurred. One can often guess a melancholy and even regret about unfinished aspects of past life or even express the longing that they cannot be near some of the former members of the past family. Some people later make connections between the manias and fears in the current life with information about the previous life that they were able to access. There are quite a few reports of how these memories appear. Some people report that there is Deja Vu in this life, other people have dreams of memories appearing, and other people report having these memories occurring spontaneously. What makes this topic taboo even for those who have experienced the memories of previous lives is the fear of ridicule and the fear of not being considered crazy by them too themselves. It is a confrontation with yourself, with what you represent, and what you want to become. It is a creative and transformative mania that leads you on a path where you will cease to be yourself as you know yourself. Or to quote Edgar Allan Poe: “Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”