“The doctrine of metempsychosis is, above all, neither absurd nor useless… It is not more surprising to be born twice than once; everything in nature is resurrection.” ~ Voltaire
When I was 16, I read my first book about reincarnation.
Coming from a Catholic upbringing, the concept was an incredibly wild idea, one which was quickly shut down by my parents.
Later on in life, after defecting to the Protestant faith, I read Bible quotes that spoke of reincarnation. I had been having many dreams of past lives, and sought the advice of my religious leader at the time.
I received the same response as I had received from my parents: “Forget about it, it doesn’t happen.”
Still, my dreams continued, and a past life regression later, I just knew! After all, one has only to observe nature to see how natural cycles follow birth, life, death and rebirth.
Well, I had always known, but had let others talk me out of believing. A serendipitous meeting of the love of my life left me with no doubts at all.
The fact that I “remember” is something I cannot dispute. Last year, upon entering a quintessentially medieval village in England by foot, having walked 15 miles that day, I set my eyes upon a centuries old stone cross of Celtic influence in the middle of the village square. My internal reaction was instant and violent. Surrounded by the inexpressible beauty of the street, all I could feel was the agony of being sacrificed for my heresy.