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6th April 2012, 05:38
I read what Bill Ryan said about his experience with past lives and thought I would post my own.
I don’t know what your beliefs are on reincarnation, but for myself, I have always wondered if my migraines were either hereditary or brought over from a previous life. I say previous because not only do I believe in reincarnation but have experienced it on two separate occasions, and maybe a third as well.
The reason for my thoughts on this was brought about after an experience I had some ten or so years back. It started one night as I sat in meditation. An inner vision opened in seeing a soft brown skin man with shaven head who looked to be a monk. He was dressed in a yellow robe and sitting either in lotus position or cross-legged. (I was an observer witnessing all this from different view points.) As my vision scanned all around him I could see that he was sitting on a steep hill which was vastly covered in little yellow flowers of some sought. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold, as if I was sitting in a movie theatre watching it all on the big screen … though it was as if I was really there in person. At first I thought this monk was making contact with me from the spirit realm, but then I realised this was not the case but something much more profound. As I became the watcher, or rather the “witness” to this unravelling drama taking place, I lost all consciousness and became totally absorbed in it.
Truly I do not know how long I sat in this state. I watched this monk closely and seemed to feel a kinship with him. He had his eye’s closed and I could tell he was in a deep meditative state. His head was slightly tilted back and I could even see the glint of sunlight reflecting off his smooth brown face and head.
His yellow robe covered his entire body including his feet, leaving only his head to be bathed in sunlight. As my vision scanned the landscape from where he sat, all about was nothing but little yellow flowers spread out everywhere in all directions as far as the eye could see.
Only by looking hard would a little green be seen by the covering of flowers. The beauty of this scene put me so at ease I was lost in it. Here I could have remained forever in this perfect state of tranquility. It was as if my consciousness was floating just above this beautiful landscape where it drifted in all directions without any effort of its own. Then all at once and without warning I became aware of a grave concern, or better still, a concern that came to me from the consciousness of the monk. It seemed my consciousness was connected to his somehow.
In great haste the monk raised himself to his feet and ran some distance to where he came to a large wooden double door. This door was huge and very old, it was dark in colour and in some places it was near black, in fact it looked to be part petrified from age.
I never saw what he entered but assumed it to be a temple of some kind, because as my vision followed him inside he fell to his knees before a great gold statue of Buddha.
There he clasped his hands together as if in prayer with head bowed. Then within a few moments he raised himself high up on his knees and clasped his hands in front of his chest. Then he focused his vision hard on the Buddha with half closed eye's.
My heart began to pound and I felt great anxiety rise up within me, and I knew he was experiencing this also. As the monk sat there on raised knees a huge Mongolian man entered and stood directly behind the kneeling monk. He was clad from head to foot in fur clothing and had a snarl expression on his bearded face. Then I saw the eye’s of the monk widen as if in fright of what was to come. This huge Mongolian man very slowly raised a double headed axe as if trying hard to cause great fear within the monk before he brought it down. The monk's gaze never wavered from the golden statue but held firmly to the vision of Buddha, then swiftly the axe came down upon the head of the poor monk.
Just before the axe hit I was jolted out of this experience. I could not shake the feeling that this monk was me in another life. When I saw the monk sitting in meditation my first thoughts was, Tibet. The huge man who took the life of the monk I thought was Chinese, but with some investigation I discovered that long ago Tibet was invaded by the Mongolians. As for my migraines, I had them all my life, so too has my mother in which I took after. Now here is where it gets strange; ever since this experience I have never had another migraine, which now makes me wonder if my headaches were the cause of not hereditary, but due to what happened in a previous life.
And here is another thought, while working on the railway lines back in the early eighties, I was standing on a slight hill looking down talking to the foreman and three other workers, when all of a sudden there was a loud clap of thunder. Those I was looking down at all together put their hands over their heads and bent down fast as if to avoid something. Then that something hit the top of my head (on the crown area) hard and with great force causing my legs to buckle from the impact. The foreman and the others workers were incredibly over excited of what they had just witnessed, they could not stop talking about the lightning they saw come down and strike my head. It was not until the next day around 10:00am that I had to go home due to an enormous headache, concussion I guess.
I am now in my mid fifties, its only through the cutting of my hair in keeping it very short that I have discovered something unusual. On the crown of my head I have numerous markings where one looks very much like a scar caused by an axe. I have (never) had any head injuries in my life, so I have ruled that out. Could it be something brought over from a previous life, (I wonder.) ???
I do though have my (own) thoughts on this, and that’s all they are my thoughts.
Has anyone heard of such things, things visibly carried through from another life.
I don’t know what your beliefs are on reincarnation, but for myself, I have always wondered if my migraines were either hereditary or brought over from a previous life. I say previous because not only do I believe in reincarnation but have experienced it on two separate occasions, and maybe a third as well.
The reason for my thoughts on this was brought about after an experience I had some ten or so years back. It started one night as I sat in meditation. An inner vision opened in seeing a soft brown skin man with shaven head who looked to be a monk. He was dressed in a yellow robe and sitting either in lotus position or cross-legged. (I was an observer witnessing all this from different view points.) As my vision scanned all around him I could see that he was sitting on a steep hill which was vastly covered in little yellow flowers of some sought. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold, as if I was sitting in a movie theatre watching it all on the big screen … though it was as if I was really there in person. At first I thought this monk was making contact with me from the spirit realm, but then I realised this was not the case but something much more profound. As I became the watcher, or rather the “witness” to this unravelling drama taking place, I lost all consciousness and became totally absorbed in it.
Truly I do not know how long I sat in this state. I watched this monk closely and seemed to feel a kinship with him. He had his eye’s closed and I could tell he was in a deep meditative state. His head was slightly tilted back and I could even see the glint of sunlight reflecting off his smooth brown face and head.
His yellow robe covered his entire body including his feet, leaving only his head to be bathed in sunlight. As my vision scanned the landscape from where he sat, all about was nothing but little yellow flowers spread out everywhere in all directions as far as the eye could see.
Only by looking hard would a little green be seen by the covering of flowers. The beauty of this scene put me so at ease I was lost in it. Here I could have remained forever in this perfect state of tranquility. It was as if my consciousness was floating just above this beautiful landscape where it drifted in all directions without any effort of its own. Then all at once and without warning I became aware of a grave concern, or better still, a concern that came to me from the consciousness of the monk. It seemed my consciousness was connected to his somehow.
In great haste the monk raised himself to his feet and ran some distance to where he came to a large wooden double door. This door was huge and very old, it was dark in colour and in some places it was near black, in fact it looked to be part petrified from age.
I never saw what he entered but assumed it to be a temple of some kind, because as my vision followed him inside he fell to his knees before a great gold statue of Buddha.
There he clasped his hands together as if in prayer with head bowed. Then within a few moments he raised himself high up on his knees and clasped his hands in front of his chest. Then he focused his vision hard on the Buddha with half closed eye's.
My heart began to pound and I felt great anxiety rise up within me, and I knew he was experiencing this also. As the monk sat there on raised knees a huge Mongolian man entered and stood directly behind the kneeling monk. He was clad from head to foot in fur clothing and had a snarl expression on his bearded face. Then I saw the eye’s of the monk widen as if in fright of what was to come. This huge Mongolian man very slowly raised a double headed axe as if trying hard to cause great fear within the monk before he brought it down. The monk's gaze never wavered from the golden statue but held firmly to the vision of Buddha, then swiftly the axe came down upon the head of the poor monk.
Just before the axe hit I was jolted out of this experience. I could not shake the feeling that this monk was me in another life. When I saw the monk sitting in meditation my first thoughts was, Tibet. The huge man who took the life of the monk I thought was Chinese, but with some investigation I discovered that long ago Tibet was invaded by the Mongolians. As for my migraines, I had them all my life, so too has my mother in which I took after. Now here is where it gets strange; ever since this experience I have never had another migraine, which now makes me wonder if my headaches were the cause of not hereditary, but due to what happened in a previous life.
And here is another thought, while working on the railway lines back in the early eighties, I was standing on a slight hill looking down talking to the foreman and three other workers, when all of a sudden there was a loud clap of thunder. Those I was looking down at all together put their hands over their heads and bent down fast as if to avoid something. Then that something hit the top of my head (on the crown area) hard and with great force causing my legs to buckle from the impact. The foreman and the others workers were incredibly over excited of what they had just witnessed, they could not stop talking about the lightning they saw come down and strike my head. It was not until the next day around 10:00am that I had to go home due to an enormous headache, concussion I guess.
I am now in my mid fifties, its only through the cutting of my hair in keeping it very short that I have discovered something unusual. On the crown of my head I have numerous markings where one looks very much like a scar caused by an axe. I have (never) had any head injuries in my life, so I have ruled that out. Could it be something brought over from a previous life, (I wonder.) ???
I do though have my (own) thoughts on this, and that’s all they are my thoughts.
Has anyone heard of such things, things visibly carried through from another life.