Time and space.

One of the prefabricated notions I’ve had to hear over and over again since I started my reincarnation journey is:

Time is an illusion.

During that journey I’ve come to the conclusion this isn’t true. Time will always exist wherever we are, because there will always be a present and a future, even when time might elapse differently in the spiritual world. When I was developing my Ultimate Theory I realized that time is not the real problem, it’s space.

Space is the illusion.

I know this is much harder to grasp, as time is intangible per se. It’s more a philosophical concept than an objective reality, no matter how many clocks we have invented to measure something that changes depending on our situation and the speed at which we are moving. On the contrary, “space” is something solid. We can touch the ground, the walls, we’re sitting on a chair and thanks to it we don’t fall into the abyss. We have to walk, run or ride a vehicle to move from point A to point B. It’s hard to imagine space is an illusion too, and we tend to believe only what we can see. However, at the same time, we keep going to more subtle “spaces” when we go to sleep. Yes, I mean physically, not in our minds or in our dreams. This is a reality, but surprisingly 99% of the world population lives completely ignorant to it.

Well, I was watching a Spanish TV series called El Ministerio del Tiempo, where public servants from all eras work to prevent history from changing. They move from one era to another through secret time doors. If something changes in the past, the future will also change, sometimes in quite a drastic way.

Obviously, a reincarnationist like me feels very identified with the characters’ feelings. The longing for your era, the things you miss when you’re in the future, the ideals for which you fought that are no longer there... At the same time I was thinking of a distant friend with whom I once shared a few past lives. This time we share the time period but we are too faraway. I thought of all those things I miss due to this situation. Space keeps us separated, but when I can perceive certain things that then turn out to be true, I wonder once again if space is just an illusion. Both of us are reincarnationists and know pretty well what remembering past lives means. We think so much about time... we can feel the past so present, so close at hand. We can feel so strongly that we are just the same we were all those years ago... You might not recognize them physically but you recognize the energy, the emotions, the tough memories, the beloved vision of a father, the love. It’s all there as if you can peek through a window and watch the past scene... as if you go through one of those time doors and you’re back with them. It doesn’t seem so, but it happens the same with space. I’m beginning to realize we underestimate so much the connections we have with others. I’m also find it harder to bear than a longing for the past, but there’s not much of a difference between time and space. It’s just the distance. It’s not so much time or space, it’s believing we are far apart from what you were, what you had, or your loved ones (old and new), when in reality we are joined forever. And the link is love. Pure love.  

Separateness is the illusion.

But hardest of all is knowing. Knowing that separateness is an illusion, and also knowing that while you know, everyone will keep being victims of the illusion. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Reincarnationists often complain about how lonely we feel, about how so few people remember past lives. We think it’s natural. Time makes us forget. But I guess space is even worse. It’s solid so it’s impossible to go through it. We tend to think it’s no use to worry for the ones that are in distant places. They can’t see us, they can’t hear our thoughts, they can’t feel what we feel. But what if all those barriers were only in our minds?

I can’t forget about my past. It’s here because time is nothing. That, I know now. But there’s more to it than that, it would seem. Space is nothing as well. Here and there are the same, my physical senses keep deceiving me, but I know now, so I can only act accordingly.

And like one of those characters in El Ministerio del Tiempo, I only have a possible course of action:      

“It is a point of honor. I am a soldier, and I never, ever, leave a brother in arms behind.”

Only, the battle is life. And death. And everything that is in-between. 

New book available! Children who remember past lives.

For many people, the best evidence of reincarnation are children who remember past lives. In the scientific reincarnation literature cases of this type have been compiled since the 1960's. If it is the first time you approach this phenomenon, here you will find readable descriptions of the most significant and striking cases, including the most recent ones aired by the media and several new accounts found by the author.

James Huston Jr. and James Leininger.

When I began to remember past lives, I also set off to investigate everything related to reincarnation, and I read all I could get my hands on, from all viewpoints. In Spain it is very easy to find books on regression therapy, and recently some other books on children who remember past lives have been published in Spanish, as Life Before Life, by Dr. Jim B. Tucker. However, it is much more difficult to access scientific papers and the most academic works by Dr. Ian Stevenson, most of which are not even translated into Spanish. The general public usually learns about these cases from some reference in the internet, but it is not really aware of the enormous amount of information there is in regards to children who apparently remember past lives, from the most thorough and scientific perspective.

This book intends to provide a light introduction to the phenomenon for readers that want to know more about children who remember past lives. In it I describe in an appealing way the most significant cases, from the classic ones such as Swarnlata Mishra or Shanti Devi's, to the most recent ones, such as James Leininger or Cameron Macaulay's. Despite skeptics persist in looking for other explanations, each one as contrived as the next, to how a child can give such specific details of the life of another person who lived before him, including their death, the truth is it is difficult to dismiss reincarnation as the most likely cause. We don't know what the soul exactly is, nor do we know the mechanism of reincarnation, but there are lots of signs that suggest consciousness survives death and returns to the physical world in a new body.

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Niños que recuerdan vidas pasadas and Children Who Remember Past Lives.

CONTENTS.

Introduction.

1. Signs of reincarnation.

2. I have lived before...

3. Leading the way.

4. Reincarnation cases in the media.

5. Children who remember wars.

6. Birthmarks and birth defects.

7. Children who remember the time between lives.

8. A real and present-day phenomenon.

9. The therapeutical approach.

10. Possible explanations.

11. Survival and transmission of consciousness.

Where can I purchase the book?

Amazon España (paperback and ebook):

Niños que recuerdan vidas pasadas: ¿Evidencia de reencarnación?

Children Who Remember Past Lives: Evidence of Reincarnation?

Amazon (paperback and ebook):

Niños que recuerdan vidas pasadas: ¿Evidencia de reencarnación?

Children Who Remember Past Lives: Evidence of Reincarnation?

Memories of the afterlife.

I don’t have many, probably because every time I get anything remotely similar to a memory of the afterlife, I have enormous doubts. I think I lose concentration thinking it must be a mere fantasy, my logical mind starts to interfere, and at the end I haven’t gained much new. Clearly I’m not like all those enlightened people who find out all their lessons, all their soulmates in their current life and their spiritual purpose in a single regression.

Nonetheless, I do have brief scenes in my mind and a couple of insights that seem to come from a “higher” part of me that I barely understand. In that state, in the few occasions I feel I’ve been there, I see things in a completely different way, it’s like you really are a different being... yes, not even a different “person”, as now you are not human. It’s hard to describe, and at least for me, hard to comprehend.

Since it’s hard for me to believe and it usually sounds too “spiritual”, I do not usually talk about these memories, but earlier today I said to myself, “Well, why not?” To do it, I’ve chosen the term “afterlife” because I think it’s better than “the time between lives” as I usually say, and of course much better than the “academic” term invented by certain researchers: “the intermission”. This, in my opinion, doesn’t say anything different to an interval of time, no matter if you’re waiting for the bus or going to the bathroom for a piss before the second part of your favorite series begins. It sounds like the only thing you can do during that time is hovering in the sky looking for a body to reincarnate. It sounds so superficial.

Michael Newton had already coined the expression “life-between-lives” (with LBL being the abbreviation) but these researchers have completely ignored him, as they may think they’re the wisest among reincarnation researchers and they’re great putting names to things that already existed. For my part, I’ve decided to use “afterlife” because it’s a wider term. It doesn’t imply you have to reincarnate, you may choose this option or not. Through my experience I’ve also come to differentiate several states of consciousness in the afterlife, a point that inexplicably most researchers miss (not Michael Newton, by the way). I just can’t see why it is so difficult to understand that ghosts are one thing and spirits in the “spiritual world” (for lack of a better term) are another. If you call all these different states of consciousness by the same general definition of “intermission”, the only thing you’re doing, as usual for “academic” researchers, is to mess up things and bring confusion.

[Note: the reason I put the word “academic” between quotation marks is because I feel that’s intended to mean they are the “serious” researchers, that is, the only ones that can be trusted. I’ve found that’s very far from the truth, so I’ve decided I’ll never use that word without quotation marks, implying they don’t deserve the respect they want for themselves].

Well, I’ll stop rambling now and tell what I meant to tell from the beginning.

Tow nights ago something strange happened to me. As I mentioned in my latest entry, I suffered a severe fall while I was skating on Maundy Thursday. I am still recovering and I need to do rehabilitation exercises to regain the mobility of my left shoulder. It aches... a lot. And though this is not something new in my life, I’ve been reflecting about how we miss things only after we’ve lost them. Those words from a Marillion song always come back to me: “You never miss it till it’s gone”. I don’t know if this was the reason, but when I was left in the sofa quiet and in the dark, I breathed deeply and all of a sudden I was overwhelmed by deep feelings of sadness and depression. It was Katrina again. It was as if a past life review passed before my eyes. I saw the main scenes like quick flashbacks: the fear in the field hospital, the German officer who scared me, the church and the sound of the airplanes above, the loss of my boyfriend, the pistol in my hand, the desperation, the flash from the machine gun in the darkest of nights, the blood staining my clothes. I wanted it so much to be over. I know how much I’m fighting now, despite the physical pain, because I want to swim again in the summer. I know how much I want to live. I knew I didn’t want any of that when I forced the soldier to kill me. I had no more hope nor strength to survive.

But then it seemed the scene went on. I was curious because I’ve never had memories of what happened right after I died as Katrina. I only knew my life ended there in the blink of an eye, as I was lying in the middle of the dark street. I had the impression I was looking from the outside now. I saw the soldier lifting me in his arms like a broken doll, so tiny and shrunken, in fetal position. And then everything started to fade. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and I was doubting as always. “I want to go further, but aren’t I imagining it all?”

What happened next? Did the depression state I was in send me to a temporary hell with other depressive souls in the lower astral planes? Who knows, but certainly that’s not what I saw. I tried to forget about my negative thoughts and just go deeper into the trance. Then I felt as if I was waking up. I was also in a fetal position, but everything was light around me, a bright and dark yellow light. I was also light, it seems. I was “bigger” now, but lighter, ethereal, almost transparent... I was going to say immaterial, but I don't think this is exact, as I was somehow corporeal. I still felt "feminine", something I consider strange, as I think I have more masculine traits. I still could feel some of Katrina’s sadness and depression, but it was as if those emotions were just impregnating me, adhering to my being like some kind of dirtiness I hadn’t washed away yet. I no longer felt I was Katrina. Katrina was just a thin layer of skin I had left behind, like snakes do when they molt.

I’m not sure if there was someone else there helping me reflect and understand, but I do know I was wondering what Katrina’s life had meant. I’ve had the same thought in other occasions, and here it came back again: “To experience the absence of love”. There wasn’t love in Katrina’s life. There was no one who cared, except her boyfriend, taken away by war. I wasn’t surprised of the outcome: suicide was one of the likeliest options, and probably not the worst. I wasn’t concerned about that in the slightest. It was as if I was just evaluating my decisions and thinking: “Well, that was to be expected, given the circumstances”.

Basically, that was all. I went to bed still feeling emotional, but not giving too much weight to those memories that probably are imagination. But the truth is that at the following morning they were still clear and strong in my mind. They indeed have the “texture” typical of past life memories. They’re weird, different, hard to describe, as it’s not a physical world as we know it, you’re not even “you”. But they feel just as real. I just can’t know if they’re fantasy as I don’t have a way to verify it. I only have my intuition to judge. And it’s long since my intuition tells me we are so much more than flesh and bone, so much more than we can't even imagine. 

A hairpin and a bathtub.

Day after day I have to bear superficial analyses and preconceived notions from newbies or, even worse, people without past life memories. I’ve talked about the frustration this causes me at great length, so there is no need to rub more salt in the wound. Then, one day comes when, unexpectedly, a new forum member posts something related to his own research that makes me remember an old memory. In this case, a blurred image with deep emotions that left me with some doubts. Well, not real doubts, it’s hard to have doubts at this point of the game, so I’ll just say “memories I left unverified”, but for no special reason, apart from laziness or other things keeping me busy.

I think I’ve talked about that image here before, though I’m not sure of the details I gave. But the scene is clear in my mind: I am in a bathtub, naked. It doesn’t look like a bathtub I’ve ever known in this life. It’s in the middle of the bathroom, it’s white with curves. We don’t have taps, I think we have a jar to fill it. I see the water all around me. I’m holding a sharp hairpin on my right hand, not too long. I use it to inflict some wounds on my left forearm. I see the drops of blood falling down into the water and dissolving, just like my tears. I’m married but my life has become a nightmare. I’m so very young, but I feel so alone and desperate. I feel like dying, with those little bleedings in the white of my eyes and the bruises all over my body.

Back in the waking state, you start to analyze everything with logic and distance. You start to wonder if that was possible or if you are just “fantasizing”, as many of those people who don’t have memories of their own often think. You forget about the emotions, the circumstances you were in, your desires to die. You come convinced that validating a memory is proof of something, if not for you, for everyone else. I’ve never seen a hairpin like that in my whole life, and the ones I have no way could slit anyone’s veins or make deep wounds on the skin. So, you doubt you could have done that in the past, and you doubt your sanity. You don’t give importance to the feel of the instrument in your hand in that memory, the way you gripped it hard with your fingers, with all the tension, pain, rage and hate you were feeling at that moment. It seems the look of it is more important to corroborate that memory and show the world you are not crazy and you really lived that. 

The thing is that months pass, and someone comes and casually talks about hat pins that were used in the Victorian era. You look at them and realize they are really sharp, so much that they were thought to be a good weapon. The truth is it doesn’t matter at all, but you suddenly realize your memory is more likely to be true now: hairpin or hat pin, you did hold that instrument in your hand while you were weeping in a bathtub, feeling like shit, and seriously considering suicide. You were having a quiet day at home, and suddenly such a silly finding, such a small verification, brings tears to your eyes and makes you remember the damned bathtub where you could have lost your life.

I’m not sure which my real intentions were when I hurt myself. Possibly not suicide, even though I did feel I wanted to die. Maybe it was the opposite: I wanted to feel the pain, I wanted to feel alive, as for me living was like being dead. Maybe I thought that’s what I deserved anyway. Probably that’s what my husband had forced me to believe, as I wasn’t the loving wife he wanted me to be.

While I’m thinking about those memories, I also realized a couple of days ago I fell down while I was skating in real life. I could have broken a bone. Luckily, I didn’t, but the following day I was indeed feeling as if someone had beaten me up. Was that the same feeling, the same ache I had when I was in that bathtub, and is that the reason I’m recalling those events?  

If you are unlucky enough, you’ll go to the internet and find some outsiders talking about past life memories, wondering if people just fantasize about it, or discussing the possibility alleged past life memories are just “symbolic stories our mind creates in response to our psychological issues”.

I wonder what kind of symbolism lies on wanting to slit your veins with a hat pin to stop so much suffering and bring oblivion to yourself.

THEN is when you want to cry your heart out.   

Related posts:

Hopeless.

Soul-killing.

  

Reincarnation & past life songs.

It’s been a while since I’ve wanted to do something like this, and now that we’re on a Sunday, I’m not in the mood for a serious talk about anything, and I feel I’ve already turned the page concerning my latest posts, probably today is a good day to start.

Music is one of the greatest triggers to remember past lives. Sometimes it’s the music itself the one that brings you back straight to the past: it can be a military march, the sound of drums, a popular song, an opera. Other times it’s the emotions that music and lyrics cause in you. In my case, old music usually provokes me bad feelings: for example, opera always makes me nervous, I’ve hated it ever since I can remember. I suspect this comes from my WWII life. I remember a gramophone my boss had in the apartment where I worked as a housemaid, though I think the bad feelings come because that kind of music was quite common in that era and I don’t like to remember. But for me, the greatest triggers have been from modern songs with specific lyrics that bring past life emotions. Before I started to remember past lives, I already knew the band Arena and I had even attended a live concert, but I wasn’t a big fan. Some years later I began to delve into their music and discovered a jewel. I regretted I had not done so earlier. Coincidentally, when this happened, I was having my first past life memories, and their music has closely accompanied me ever since. Sometimes the synchronicities have been even a bit weird. For instance, one of his latest songs included a mention to Pandoras’s Box, the title of my reincarnation book. I just love them, because they talk a lot about death... and often you would say they also talk about reincarnation.

Today’s song reflects perfectly the stage I’m in regarding my past life journey. It feels like I’m leaving behind a wonderful introspection time where I discovered the real nature of human beings. This means I had to get through a lot of pain and darkness in my own past lives, things that are not easy to acknowledge and accept. But at the end you realize it was worth the effort. Pieces of the song remind me of certain past life events, other pieces make me picture myself exactly like they describe: someone who has gone a long and dark path and still feels so astounded by everything he encountered in that path.

HOW DID IT COME TO THIS?

Something now, is something that will always be

           This is far beyond some earthbound human plan

    In this universe we’re merely specks of sand

Nothing more than man

Tell me - How did it come to this?

What we do, may light an unexpected fuse

Every left or right may lead to consequences

If the butterfly should flap its wings

If an angel sings

Tell me - How did it come to this?

Tell me - How did it come to this?

Once a child, I tried to hold eternity

Take a leap of faith and never fear the fall

But as I floated to those distant shores

I would hit the wall

How could I believe...

There was something on the other side of it all

More than any man could truly understand

More than I could comprehend

So how did it come to this?

Honestly, I never thought I’d seek adventure in my life

Never thought that I would walk so dark a road

In this universe we’re merely specks of sand

Nothing more than man

Honestly, I never thought I’d reach such judgement in my life

never thought that I would fall upon this road

And if the butterfly should flap its wings

If an angel sings

So how did it come to this?

How did it come to this? 

I always say one thing is believing in reincarnation, and a very different thing is remembering past lives and be certain of the reality of reincarnation. It doesn’t matter how many times you say this, someone who doesn’t have the same experience won’t ever understand. This verse always makes me think about this transcendental question:  

How could I believe...

There was something on the other side of it all

More than any man could truly understand

More than I could comprehend

Once you remember and verify your own past lives, you pass through this stage of “bewilderment”, when you think: “Wow, so... is reincarnation true?” You also understand how past lives can affect you and others, how your decisions are all that matters in this game. You understand (at least you try, and probably are closer than others to do so) what life really is.   

Never thought that I would walk so dark a road

This sentence here always reminds me of my shadow, how I could have never imagined all the things I did in my past. It’s one of those things about which I often have to remain silent, as nearly no one would understand. Newbies and skeptics love to theorize about the possibility many people just “imagine” their past lives, or it’s all wishful thinking. Yes. It would seem many of us love to relive again and again how we were imprisoned and hanged in our past lives, or how our loved ones were murdered right before our eyes. And yet, I’m pretty sure that without those dark events happening in our lives, we wouldn’t come to appreciate peace, justice, love or other beautiful things on Earth.

So, how did it come to this?

This is quite similar to one question I always ask myself and would like to ask many people I’ve met along my journey: What were you thinking? Life is complicated. You can set off with best intentions, you can even think you’re doing the right things or being as fair as possible, but sometimes things just turn wrong at some point. And though people in general always tend to blame others and find lots of excuses for their doings, the truth is that in most cases, our actions are the only ones to blame. The good news is we always have a second chance (and many more).

Related posts:
Music and resonance.
Suicide (The Great Escape).

Signs of narrow-mindedness and my lack of patience.

Yes, I acknowledge I am guilty of this situation. One of my greatest defects is that I always have hope in people. I tend to think I am the one that is wrong. But sometimes life brings you a surprise.

I really thought it was a good idea to take the course “Signs of Reincarnation” offered by James Matlock in the Facebook group of the same name. I have already talked about him in this blog, though I didn’t give his name back then. Now I do. Well, the reason to take the course was mainly that I always want to know more. I read everything I can about the subject, no matter the source. I thought someone who supposedly has been researching reincarnation for decades could show me something I don’t know. I didn’t see it was a course for newbies anywhere, I thought it was a place to discuss reincarnation in a serious and rational way. How could I imagine I would only find they are making reincarnation a pseudoscience?

And no, it wasn’t planned at all. I am not a troll. I was ready to listen and share my own experience, one I consider quite exceptional. I respect the opinions and experiences of others. But I admit there are a few things I can’t stand: prejudice, preconceptions, rigidity, ignorance, arrogance, and people believing someone is more knowledgeable than you just because he’s older or has published some papers that don’t contribute anything new to the scene. Maybe I am always facing the same issue: I hate sheep-like behavior.  

I know. It is my fault. I should have known better: I have been in that Facebook group for over a year now, and it easy to see where the weaknesses lie. It is a place where only the works of Ian Stevenson matter. The rest is considered little more than rubbish. I thought it was a scientific group. Indeed: they are a bunch of old orthodox “scientists” who will never admit they might be wrong. They won’t look any further than their own navels. It is O.K., you can agree more or less with authors like Michael Newton, but you just can’t ignore him, especially when you are speaking of children’s memories of the time between lives and NDE’s. You can’t throw so much work done with regression techniques to the bin just because, according to Stevenson’s work, those memories are hard to verify (point that, simply, is not true). You just can’t talk as if the only truth is in the statistics obtained through his research. In sum, you just can’t watch the whole world from the high pedestal of your position, degrading the work of many other researches and experiencers who have a different opinion.   

I tried to make a few observations about how biased I felt Matlock’s conclusions were. It is just unbelievable how they talk about the time between incarnations as if it was edged in stone. They give statistics as if they were ultimate facts, not even considering the likely possibility that someone doesn’t remember a life in-between. They never cease to recite over and over again that most children forget when they grow older, without even considering the accounts of adults who claim they already had signs during childhood. Can we know for certain, when most people are not even aware of those signs of reincarnation or discard past life dreams thinking they are just fantasy? It is just funny to see how many statistics are done when you don’t have enough data or the sample is limited to a couple of countries. Yes, it is something, but you just can’t assume you know or even understand how reincarnation works, especially when you don’t have past life memories of your own.

It is so, so funny, to see people judging the quality of past life memories when they don’t even know how they feel, when they don’t even know the difference between flashes in the waking state and visions in the meditative state. Or when they don’t even know what a self-regression is. I explained. I told them about the past lives I remember and how I verified some of them. And were they interested in hearing more? No, the “researcher” seemed only interested in pointing out my misunderstandings, and students only in fighting with poor arguments when I said the belief in karma is inversely proportional to the number of past lives you remember and how "evil" you were in them. They doubt my statements, but they don’t doubt silly statistics done mostly in resolved children’s cases. I asked how can you determine if an adult memory is impoverished or contains distortions in relation to children’s memories, when most of the times those memories are unverifiable. Is it every event of a person’s life recorded in history? According to certain people, yes, and if it doesn’t and you can’t verify it, your memory is wrong. Great. And as you can’t verify it, all your “case” is rubbish and they won’t even bother to ask you about your story. And the worst of it all is they call themselves researchers.

I admit I lack patience these days. Yes, I have come too far in my journey. I have been investigating phenomena related to the survival of consciousness since I was 12. In the last four years I have had intense and personal experience equivalent to several decades of introspection work an average person could have done. The articles in the course were nothing new for me, with a few exceptions about possession cases. The scientific knowledge of the lecturer is conspicuous of its absence, clinging to old terms like unconscious mind or stream of consciousness as if you are saying something with that. Instead of clarifying things, he only brings more confusion talking of juridical karma and dispositional karma. The word karma should be the one to throw into the garbage, not adults’ memories or regression techniques. Quite fed up, I decided to leave.

What a surprise, the next morning I read a new article from the course, and here is what researcher Scott Drogo said in 1991:

“This paper has focused on types of reincarnation experiences usually bypassed by researchers. As already pointed out, traditional reincarnational research within parapsychology has centred on the reports of children who exhibit generally cohesive recollections of their (alleged) previous experiences. To some extent, the successful results of that research have created a bias in some investigators to play down competing research paradigms. A student of contemporary reincarnation research [James Matlock] has stated that ‘arguably, the only evidence for reincarnation worth considering today is that advanced by Ian Stevenson’, which focuses on childhood cases —the reason being the thoroughness of the psychiatrist’s case studies.”

State of Consciousness Factors in Reincarnation Cases.

Dear me! I am not the only one who has noticed... I hardly could believe my eyes. But, here we are, over 25 years later, and the bias is still there. If things haven’t changed, I don’t think they will ever change. What am I doing wasting my time, trying to be heard and bring some sense to current reincarnation research? Adults are mostly ridiculed or aren’t paid enough attention, just because, they say, there are frauds and cryptomnesia is harder to rule out, or because their memories are “impoverished” and can’t be easily verified. I just wonder where we would be if that same reasoning had been applied to NDE research, where their accounts can hardly be verified, unless they had an OBE and could see what was happening in the operation room or the hospital. 

Reincarnation “academic” researchers, as they call themselves, think they are doing a great job, and I only see what they are doing is closer to pseudoscience. Coincidentally, a member of my forum posted an article about it, and many of the symptoms were there. Not that I hadn’t seen them before, but this was a better confirmation. We are in the initial stages of the research. The first step in the scientific method is OBSERVATION, so you just can’t afford to dismiss those accounts you don’t like, for whatever reason. A biased sampling will only take you to a biased result. I tried to explain this too. Of course, I was utterly ignored.

At this point, I thought it was hopeless to keep trying. What was I doing there, involved in the same old silly discussions I have with newbies day after day, like “I’m afraid reincarnation would mean the loss of your individuality”, or the tiring “I can’t imagine a world where bad actions are not compensated in the next lives”? I offer my experience, my knowledge, my techniques. It is all in my book. But did they bother to ask? Not a single question (except someone who showed her own mental blocks to try self-hypnosis).

I can’t get over my amazement.

I think it is time to move on. Something I should have done a while ago. 

Please God save us all and send us new reincarnation researchers. Not academic ones. I want people who know what they are doing and have direct experience. God please.

Charlatans everywhere.

I am on the brink of killing myself, of retiring from the reincarnation world, of... of something. I hardly can stand it anymore. Even when people often tell me I am a very patient person, I often feel I am losing it all, my patience, I mean, and also my sanity. It is already quite hard to deal with newbies, but when it is the people with some experience, or those who supposedly should know something, who get in my nerves, because they clearly show they have no idea of what they are talking about... I just can do one thing: laugh or die. It is sad, as not long ago my opinion of them was much better. But this happens to me quite frequently too. I learn so much and so quick that I soon surpass them, I need new horizons to reach, and while I evolve and advance, you see how they stand behind, still thinking, still confused, and clinging to the beliefs they have constructed for themselves, and even more curiously, plainly ignoring the facts that contradict those beliefs.

One of the first things I learnt when I started out in this path, is that the risk of believing you know it all is there. It is not a coincidence that so many spiritual gurus proliferate and get rich thanks to the ignorance and innocence of the followers. Most people don’t trust themselves and they are always seeking answers outside. And then you have all those who do trust, but think knowledge comes from a 15 week course with one of those gurus who don’t even have experience of their own but think they can give lessons about it. These people who think they become experts just because they followed a guru for some time or worked closely with him, are so blinded that it is hard to reason with them. And if the guru calls himself “scientist” instead, the effect is even stronger, as for most rational people, Science is the new religion and all scientists are their new gods. But, when you have real knowledge, you only need a few minutes to talk with some of them, to realize they have nothing to teach.  

  This is the scenario I have to witness every day of my life:

• People with very little experience building beliefs with no basis that end up becoming another religion.
• People confused by their own experiences, who don’t know how to interpret them, but are always quick to jump to conclusions and spread myths like “time is simultaneous”, one that really annoys me, because there are FACTS that contradict this hypothesis.
• People that are easily dazzled by what the so-called “experts” say, experts that the only thing they have done is reading other people’s works and write boring papers to be read by other “experts”. They aren’t in touch with real experiencers (of if they have the chance, they easily miss it by telling them it is likely their memories are rubbish), but they love to give lectures and talk with complicated words, probably to give the impression they know something.
• People who started with good intentions but ended up yielding to the admiration of the rest of people who look for answers outside of themselves and are famous for writing more and more books that all say the same.
• People who are the only ones who can talk about reincarnation with some authority, but stay behind (willingly) and are just ignored, even despised, bu those who love to judge from the outside.

I am different because I am an experiencer AND I am also a scientist, with a wide knowledge of parapsychology. No, I am not talking of watching one or two TV shows about ghosts hunters. I talk of being in touch and learning from journalists who have been researching subjects related to parapsychology all their lives, some of them quite skeptical, others with direct experience with instrumental transcommunication, and also serious sensitive people who really know what extrasensorial perception is.

The saddest part of all this is this is how internet works today. Anyone could say I am just another of these charlatans, but only I know that is not the truth. I have lost count of all the books, magazines, articles and personal testimonies I have read along my life, not only about paranormal subjects, but also about scientific ones, thanks to my profession. One might think that is not important, but it is. I often say I know nothing, only to realize minutes later that, despite the fact I know nothing, I know quite more than the so-called researchers that give courses about reincarnation and brag about their theory to explain reincarnation, as if they are doing something the rest of us haven’t done already. 

So, it is fun, in a way, to be witness of how the blind lead the blind, day after day. How misconceptions spread like viruses even among those communities that supposedly are “serious and scientific”, where retrocognition is mistaken for past life memories, and there are people saying “U-huh” to other people who clearly don’t have enough experience and mental control to tell the difference. It is fun to see people talking about OBE’s when they haven’t ever attempted to astral travel consciously. It is fun seeing people wondering about how you can tell someone is lying about their past life memories when they don’t even know how they feel. It is fun... though it still kills me inside.

But I guess there is nothing I can do about it. If I talk, I only get exaggerated reactions, sometimes because people don’t like their beliefs to be challenged, other times because they think you are like them, someone who has just “an opinion” or talks from one casual reading on the internet. And so they fight and never listen. They don’t value your work because undoubtedly they think they are much better than you, because you don’t offer courses for 300 bucks or because no one interviews you in prime time. Or they even think they can criticize what you have written, without even reading it. That is the funniest thing of them all. I am starting to feel more and more like Jaqen H’ghar: it is better to be NO ONE and keep my sanity than to engage in arguments I know I can't win. 

"The faces are for no one. You are still someone. And for someone, the faces are as good as poison".

No wonder secret societies have existed through all human history. It is hard to keep quiet, be humble and just let everyone belief what they want, even when you know they are wrong. There are certain things that best remain unspoken and occult for non-acolytes. Who wants to waste so much time trying to explain? Who wants to be witness of so much stupidity and nonsensical claims? Who wants to see how the masses are absorbed by the apparent wisdom of ignorant but clever masters? Has anything changed? Is something ever going to change? I doubt it.

So, once more, as I once wrote in this blog: you just can sit down and watch the madness reign. That is my condemnation.