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I remember how it all got started. I firmly believe in reincarnation because of my vivid dreams that are so lucid and emotional. I used to feel maybe it was a curse to see too much, but in the long run it really does help to grow into a wiser person, to love God? Whatever we call God. It’s gotta be personal and I think each person has their story to tell, sooner or later about what they think God is exactly. It’s like trying to find the edges of infinity..no can do.

But share self reflections? Yes! We can. Humanity is a family. Families share. If you wanna hint on who I am, I guess it doesn’t matter that much really, but I like this little saying I read “God wants spiritual fruits, not religious nuts.”

That’s me in a nutshell. Anyhoo, this is one of my favorite mystical experiences to share. I need to tell you how it began, just a little detail. I had assassinated mother in another life, regretted it and came back in this life as her rejected child in order to undo my error. I don’t feel like this life was forced on me, however as a child I remember thinking these are not my real family members. I’d wished I wasn’t born to them.

Kinda strange thoughts for a kid. I was always trying to get mother’s love but had to give up on that idea somewhere along the line. All this other life stuff is necessarily subconscious until one is ready to see the truth.

Like they say, the truth hurts. I did do my best for her. One day I knew she was going to die of cancer as there she was; in my living room telling me she was going to the hospital that very night for exploratory surgery. For one thing, it was goodbye. That’s what it was. She never came to see me. So she was saying goodbye to this lifetime.

What I call God I now call Spirit. Just seems simpler, more easy to contact Spirit than to contact God. I had been in a bookstore looking for a book of my interests. I had no idea why I was buying a book which claimed to cure cancer. I was interested in herbs and natural healing, but this book was rather technical, large and didn’t offer the quick cure we Americans generally seek. Yet I brought it home, then put it on the shelf knowing full well I’d never read it.