One thing I am aware of is that I have lived numerous lives throughout history, a number of which I do remember though not completely. There are some dates, some names, some vivid memories, some of which have even been corroborated, though I do not say this to prove anything to be true, but to imply that they were in fact real and that I have in fact experienced myriad lives, and not only earthly ones.
When I read history my memory is stirred if I happened to be in that moment, that time, that place. It is as though I not only knew some of these people but that I was one of them. One of my lives is known in history, the many others are not. I have remembered details in some instances that are most defining. To realize that I have been present in this way throughout human history does not give insight so much as it does compassion for the human condition itself. To be succinct, I have traveled the path of a Roman centurian who escorted Jesus Christ to Pontius Pilate to a rabbi at Treblinka. We have been there and back and have close memories that can only be conveyed as stories.
When I read history my memory is stirred if I happened to be in that moment, that time, that place. It is as though I not only knew some of these people but that I was one of them. One of my lives is known in history, the many others are not. I have remembered details in some instances that are most defining. To realize that I have been present in this way throughout human history does not give insight so much as it does compassion for the human condition itself. To be succinct, I have traveled the path of a Roman centurian who escorted Jesus Christ to Pontius Pilate to a rabbi at Treblinka. We have been there and back and have close memories that can only be conveyed as stories.
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