insearchof_1785
insearchof_1785
Good morning everyone,
I've been trying to understand (and failing at that) why certain people do not return with us when we reincarnate. Is it a choice? Are they finished? Do they wish to be with God still? Is it too painful to be here again? I don't really get it.
I mainly ask this question because, lately I've been missing my PL parents terribly, especially my PL mother. I was very, very close to her (this has nothing to do with one of my past lives (Louis-Charles, son of Marie-Antoinette) as I've reunited with my PL mother from that life and we are very close and write to one another often. I speak of another PL which I will not disclose here as I'm reluctant to even speak about it.
I loved my PL father very much, but it was my mother I was very, very close with. We had a very special bond, that I always say "not even death could break" and yet we died together, with all the family and it was brutal and horrific.
I'm reincarnated and still feel the same emotions, angst, sorrow and a lot of other things. I was very young when I died. I have reunited/reconnected with my siblings from that life which is a godsend but with my parents? I have not. I have tried, and have gotten hurt quite a few times, so much so that my siblings are weary of people who claim to be our PL parents. I don't blame them. But they were older then me when we died. I was young and still was under her wing (my mother's).
It doesn't make sense to me, and I've tried to come to terms with it that they could be with God. That they are safe with God. But why would God be so cruel in keeping them from us? Keeping her from me? Why would God do that to us? Why would they not come back and be with us?
I don't want to be raised by them. I don't need to be. I'm 30 years old this time around with a young teenager's unsettled emotions and angst from this particular PL. I've even tried to talk to my PL self or my inner self, and something helped or worked but I know there's more because I wake up feeling so sad. Feeling so... abandoned... if that's the right word. I wake up feeling out of it and of course I function through the day but I really am not functioning. And to compound it further, this is the month in which we all died in that life time. So that doesn't help things at all. It makes it worse.
So, I'm sorry for ranting/venting here. I just don't know what to do. I don't know who to talk to. I wish I could talk to my PL mother and ask her why she isn't here or why she chose not to be here. I cannot in my good conscious reconcile or believe she's with God or that my PL father is with God either. I cannot. I'm stubborn and have my own will but I cannot believe that. I feel like I'd be lying to myself in how I feel.
When I spoke to my inner/PL self, he asked me about her. He asked where she was. And all I could say is "I don't know." And it's not good enough. I know it isn't. I need to know that they are safe and okay. I need to know that. And I don't know. And that is what pains me the most is not knowing if they are.
Anyways, my apologies for all this drivel and venting. There's a lot going through my mind right now. I wish it would stop. I wish I could move on, but I can't. Every time I try to, I just get reeled back in.
I hope you all have a good day.
I've been trying to understand (and failing at that) why certain people do not return with us when we reincarnate. Is it a choice? Are they finished? Do they wish to be with God still? Is it too painful to be here again? I don't really get it.
I mainly ask this question because, lately I've been missing my PL parents terribly, especially my PL mother. I was very, very close to her (this has nothing to do with one of my past lives (Louis-Charles, son of Marie-Antoinette) as I've reunited with my PL mother from that life and we are very close and write to one another often. I speak of another PL which I will not disclose here as I'm reluctant to even speak about it.
I loved my PL father very much, but it was my mother I was very, very close with. We had a very special bond, that I always say "not even death could break" and yet we died together, with all the family and it was brutal and horrific.
I'm reincarnated and still feel the same emotions, angst, sorrow and a lot of other things. I was very young when I died. I have reunited/reconnected with my siblings from that life which is a godsend but with my parents? I have not. I have tried, and have gotten hurt quite a few times, so much so that my siblings are weary of people who claim to be our PL parents. I don't blame them. But they were older then me when we died. I was young and still was under her wing (my mother's).
It doesn't make sense to me, and I've tried to come to terms with it that they could be with God. That they are safe with God. But why would God be so cruel in keeping them from us? Keeping her from me? Why would God do that to us? Why would they not come back and be with us?
I don't want to be raised by them. I don't need to be. I'm 30 years old this time around with a young teenager's unsettled emotions and angst from this particular PL. I've even tried to talk to my PL self or my inner self, and something helped or worked but I know there's more because I wake up feeling so sad. Feeling so... abandoned... if that's the right word. I wake up feeling out of it and of course I function through the day but I really am not functioning. And to compound it further, this is the month in which we all died in that life time. So that doesn't help things at all. It makes it worse.
So, I'm sorry for ranting/venting here. I just don't know what to do. I don't know who to talk to. I wish I could talk to my PL mother and ask her why she isn't here or why she chose not to be here. I cannot in my good conscious reconcile or believe she's with God or that my PL father is with God either. I cannot. I'm stubborn and have my own will but I cannot believe that. I feel like I'd be lying to myself in how I feel.
When I spoke to my inner/PL self, he asked me about her. He asked where she was. And all I could say is "I don't know." And it's not good enough. I know it isn't. I need to know that they are safe and okay. I need to know that. And I don't know. And that is what pains me the most is not knowing if they are.
Anyways, my apologies for all this drivel and venting. There's a lot going through my mind right now. I wish it would stop. I wish I could move on, but I can't. Every time I try to, I just get reeled back in.
I hope you all have a good day.