Who were you in your previous life??

[Dr MAG]

My first impressions of who I was in a past life began from an early age.

It was not a pleasant experience because I was filled with the unnerving sense of being a very big person in a very little girl's body (a bit like Alice in the Hatter's house). The next distinct impression was of the dismally thin fabric or veil between this so-called objective reality, and the other reality on the other side of the veil. The transparency was gossamer-like and why the situation was dismal was because there was nothing in the world of my parents and all the world of people inhabiting our lives who had any idea of what it felt like to live like that, and how could you tell them?

I became of aware of past lives because they presented themselves to me with force. My dilemma, then, was the many presentations simultaneously arising, and for which I had no vocabulary of translation except by way of impressions and emotions.

The multiple, simultaneous presentations, were experienced as the "all-at-onceness", coming from outside of present time reference. Indeed, I felt there was no distinction, difference, or even distance between myself as a small child in her nightie gazing up from her bed and the arc of the Milky Way and beyond. As such the timeline of the normal world was experienced as a rubbery reality ready to be burst upon by other experiences.

It took many years and quite some grief to sort this all out.

There is generally good reason for the blinds to be down over who or what we may have been. The entire history of the human race has had its moments; yet, there remains for every person incarnated on this planet, a sacrifice, almost, to exist in this three-dimensional world with its multiple potentials for acts of free will against the "divine discretion". That, by the way, is just a fancy way of saying, what is good for ourselves, each other, the planet (including the mineral world, the waters, the vegetation), and the creatures (animals, birds, fish, cetaceans etc) on it.

So who was I in my previous life? I lived in the mountains of Northern Iran. My present partner was my father and he was a medicine man and alchemist (actually all physicians in that country combined natural medicine, earth energy, astronomy, prior to the twentieth century, so it's no big deal). My mother had died; we lived a nomadic life. I was happy; it was a quiet, studious, spiritual existence; it was also a hiatus, a breather for me; I never married and found the mountain life simple and exhilarating.

Good question.

Just a couple of things to two previous writers:
For the one who is fearful of always dreaming he is fighting Germans in the war.

There are zones or "lokas" (Indian Sanskrit term) where the fights still go on (or bardos). Most of the soldiers fighting them have not left a very low realm of existence. They are dead, most of them, and don't really know it. They go on as if the war were still happening. Compare it to the isolated Second World War Japanese soldier on a Pacific Island still thinking the war is going on, when it is all over.

Or, to make it more inocuous, think of the Enid Blyton books on "The Faraway Tree". You know, the kids would climb the tree and never know what strange, scary or magical land may have landed and parked up in the clouds above the faraway tree. Up the kids would climb to their big adventures with giants, monsters, fairies, wizards and dwarves.
So just think of your dreams, in your conscious mind, like that, that you are just visiting these places where war "happens", and that these soldiers are not really real, and it will soon be over. You might then find when you enter these zones that suddenly you will crest a hill, plunge through the mist, and find you are on the other side, and that all those spectral soldiers are on the other. Then you can get into perspective that even if you were in those wars years ago, it is over, like a relationship you once had, and now you have the choice to move on. Slowly you will emerge out of those realms; you will notice a slow shift from total embeddedness and fear in the war-zone to a loosening connection, a distancing, as you do.
Try not to play too many war games on computer, too, ok?

To the author who felt the palms of her hands burning when she is meditating. That is friction in your energetic system. You have to unblock yourself. Walk in the sea. Have salt baths. Light a candle and run your palms over the flame (without burning them), and as you do, commit your heat, anger and frustration to the fire to consume the fire in you. Allow the fire to draw the fire out. Cool your hands in icy, salt water. Embrace nature and throw the past behind you like an old smock. In fact, burn the smock, metaphorically. Time to move on.