A Poem when I was Younger
When I was an older teenager, I, in a short lived fit of supposed creativity, pinned a missive to the concepts of Reincarnation, a belief that I been entertaining ever since I could remember my dreams as a young child.
Of the two lives I remember mainly, one was in a much bigger and larger body than the one I was currently in, where my speaking was in English, but it sounded funny and cars drove in funny ways on the roads!
Later on the dreams would evolve into aeroplanes, a lot of flying, countless miles of water, tall white cliffs and finally death.
As I got older, the dreams lead me to believe that I was a RAF pilot killed in WWII from drowning in the Atlantic in sight of the White Cliffs of Dover (even today, Dame Vera Lynn singing that song of the same name brings me close to tears.) cover face
The second life I had dreams of appears to be before the above life and might explain my later love of animals, but also my sensitivity towards my stomach in my current life.
I remember herding/guarding a group of animals, possibly some type of sheep, when I was attacked by a large animal, possibly a wolf or large dog, knocking me to the ground and biting me on the stomach, causing me to die.
Before I knew anything about Out of Body (OOB's) experiences (at least in this life), from another position, I viewed what appeared to be a double of me, rise out of my body on the ground and start to rise in the sky.
Immediately, my viewpoint shifted to inside the part that was rising in the sky and I could see my body on the ground with the wolf/dog hovering over it and people running madly down a hill, to chase the wolf/dog away.
I got higher and higher in the sky and then the dream faded away, but here is that poem that I wrote years ago:
My Poem on Reincarnation
Written by Myself
Down through the mists of time,
often without reason or rhyme,
I find myself living a particular life,
which is full of stress and strife.
I know not, why I have chosen these trials,
or why I have stumbled through these endless miles,
but like a sword tempered in the fire,
I have slowly became stronger in this pyre.
And when this lifetime has finally ceased to be,
I shall return to my real home to see,
a grand and glorious place I once knew,
and shall once again, be an eternal spirit made new.
