ObstinateBane
15 Jan 2005, 07:41 PM
In The Death thread (www.intpcentral.com/forums/showthread.php?t=1993&page=2&pp=10), Seraph wrote, I tend to be drawn to the idea of reincarnation because of the many interesting cases of people recalling past lives.
Another thing...Ever since I was a young child, I've had this memory of being a man in a smoke-filled bar, downing a bottle of beer, and collapsing on a table.. I think I drank myself to death in a past life or something. Maybe that's why I'm so reluctant to try alcohol.
I’ve always had the memory of being an old man on a large rock, mountainous size.
I feel it took me a long time to attain the height I was at, most of my life in fact.
I am alone sitting looking out across the world, looking for a place to die. The spot I feel I need to see is blocked by the rising sun, everyday it impedes my view, or it is not clear enough to be seen once the sun has risen. It seems the place I’m looking for is only open from just before the rise of the sun till it has just crested the horizon.
It’s as if I have always been sitting here, though I feel the rise to this summit took me all my life.
This feeling concludes on the day of my finding the place to die. Just before dawn I am visited by a much younger man, whom I feel is also myself. As I approach, I ask my self to stop just as I reached the apex.
My younger self confused begins to question “My” older selfs existence and purpose of being here. I (older self) cut him off telling him “All will be revealed in time”
As I sit watching for what I hope to be a glimpse of my final resting place I tell my younger self that which he came to learn. I tell him that “By blocking those things that blind him will give him the true vision he so desires to achieve.”
As the sun rises I find the reason I had not been able to find my place to die is because I was sitting on it, and proceed to turn to dust.
My younger self then sits in my place contemplating my words, immediately realizing that in Death he will find his sight and proceeds to sit there watching day in and day out for his place to Die.
Most of this is just Feeling. But I definitely have the knowledge of that experience, those feelings inside me.
And the “Words” keep rattling through my head.
Is it reincarnation? A memory imprinted in my genes? Or perhaps an odd manifestation of my desire to find truth?
Anyhow it’s there.
Another thing...Ever since I was a young child, I've had this memory of being a man in a smoke-filled bar, downing a bottle of beer, and collapsing on a table.. I think I drank myself to death in a past life or something. Maybe that's why I'm so reluctant to try alcohol.
I’ve always had the memory of being an old man on a large rock, mountainous size.
I feel it took me a long time to attain the height I was at, most of my life in fact.
I am alone sitting looking out across the world, looking for a place to die. The spot I feel I need to see is blocked by the rising sun, everyday it impedes my view, or it is not clear enough to be seen once the sun has risen. It seems the place I’m looking for is only open from just before the rise of the sun till it has just crested the horizon.
It’s as if I have always been sitting here, though I feel the rise to this summit took me all my life.
This feeling concludes on the day of my finding the place to die. Just before dawn I am visited by a much younger man, whom I feel is also myself. As I approach, I ask my self to stop just as I reached the apex.
My younger self confused begins to question “My” older selfs existence and purpose of being here. I (older self) cut him off telling him “All will be revealed in time”
As I sit watching for what I hope to be a glimpse of my final resting place I tell my younger self that which he came to learn. I tell him that “By blocking those things that blind him will give him the true vision he so desires to achieve.”
As the sun rises I find the reason I had not been able to find my place to die is because I was sitting on it, and proceed to turn to dust.
My younger self then sits in my place contemplating my words, immediately realizing that in Death he will find his sight and proceeds to sit there watching day in and day out for his place to Die.
Most of this is just Feeling. But I definitely have the knowledge of that experience, those feelings inside me.
And the “Words” keep rattling through my head.
Is it reincarnation? A memory imprinted in my genes? Or perhaps an odd manifestation of my desire to find truth?
Anyhow it’s there.