I have found amongst the monotony of life several areas of interest which have provided me respite of monotonous existence.
One of them is writing. Another is the game of tennis. Another still is the study of the behavior of the human spirit.
With skyrocketing paroxysms of ecstasy, I write about what is most visible to myself: human beings engaged in being lost in wonderland, i.e. wonderland this life. Lost with no or little understanding of who they really are or who they really have been.
When I was two, I looked around my environment, New York City and knew that I had been here before.
That thought re-occurred to me again many times before I put it on the shelf. About thirty years later in a counseling session devoted to confessions of misdeeds I came upon the exact place where I had “been before” in that city. But long before that occurred I knew who I was now and partially who I had been in recent times.
When I was nine I picked up a book containing the classic stories of Edgar Allan Poe, read them voraciously and felt a kinship almost immediately. I was not E.A. Poe. But I lived during the days he lived and many other days of many other famous and infamous persons. It has always amazed me occasionally, and amused me always, that people don’t get two things: one, that to enjoy a great or even semi-great piece of music, they must to some degree have performed or be capable of performing in a similar fashion. Two, that people and times of the past are not interesting only because “their ancestors” lived then, but that they lived then, and probably in many cases as their ancestors!
The mechanism of forgetting our past existences appears to be on several accounts judicious and beneficial to humans. For starters, it takes a heavy load off one to not have all that extra material hanging around in the present life to get in the way, or so it would seem. Secondly it is a convenient way to gloss over a lot of pain, pain from the loss of many times a cherished object, viz. a warm body and the failure to keep it alive even more often. Thirdly, our memories seem to also be shut off through an installed “forgetter mechanism” which in itself isn’t very robust, but does accentuate and in a way compliment our own agreeable solution to numbers one and two.
I mentioned just earlier ancestors who may have been current lifetime individuals, not necessarily having the same mother / father, sister / brother, husband / wife relationship but related none the less.
Blue bloods have that trait in common. Cleverly disguised as a genetic phenomenon, when in fact it is a case of transmigratory phenomenon, but not in all cases.
Even more phenomenal is the occurrence of people knowing the meaning of words without ever looking them up in a dictionary. You know, words like: OBSERVE, CALCULATE, SLIME, SURVEY, MOMENT.
Written orignally as Monotony To Monotony: March 19, 2013
PS. What is most important to me about the reality of past lives is not Who we might have been, but What skills and knowledge lay buried with those past lives that can be recovered for exploiting them in the future!