So....the subject at hand....past lives. Deja' vu...have you every had the feeling that you have been somewhere before, or met someone before? What about history? Do you have a strong feeling about a place that you have visited that is significant in history...wherever it may be in the world? Most people shrug their shoulders and call it deja' vu....the feeling that one has experienced the current situation. There are others whose experience has translated into their present lifetime in some way.
Those people have experiences that I find fascinating. Did you know that some psychiatrists believe that mental illness or depression can be the result of a past life in which the person experienced something horrific. It is their contention that is was carried with them to their present lifetime and remains unresolved. Past life regressionists take them back to that lifetime (I have no idea how this is done) and they try to identify the event which remains deeply embedded in their souls. Of course the opposing group of psychiatrists find the whole topic... rubbish.
Exploring this in a story line is enticing. I used to have a Great Pyrenees puppy named Emma. I bought her to soothe the broken heart of my mother because my brother and father died ten months a part. She was legally blind and I thought a very large dog would not get in her way. Not only did she not get in my mother's way...but she was an angel for my mother. She had a quirky sense of humor like my father. An electronic fence was put in the yard so Emma could just run outside without being walked. This breed is very independent and can be runners. The only thing that could get her back in the house is to tell her that cottage cheese was waiting for her. When she heard the words, "Emma you have cottage cheese in your bowl." she would run in leaps and bounds inside the house and push her face into her food at full force. Moments later she would present herself to Mom with little curds all over here black nose. Then she would rub her face on my mom to transfer the mess and as if to say...."I'm the one in control here!"
She was in control....with a funny sense of humor.. and a puppy who made us all laugh and think of the man who has just left us....my father. Ultimately, my friend Jo took Emmie because Mom's limited vision went from bad to worse. Periodically she noticed Emmie looking up into heaven and starring. She would become very quiet and still. Mentioning my father's name, Emma became agitated and jumpy. Hmmm.....I wonder if....
Well....I certainly do not have the answers....but I do have a lot of questions.
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