My Soul has known a lot of lives, and the earliest was maybe Stone Age and an adult male. I was arguing with another male, and he was holding a thick tree root that looked like a long handgrip at one end and the other end had a sharp beak-like piece sticking out. He won the argument by burying the sharp bit deep into the frontal bone of my skull into the brain beneath. I have always suffered from intense headaches around that area, and I guess the makeshift weapon was never removed from the skull.
The second incarnation, or rather death, was an older white-whiskered Egyptian male wandering out of the desert to a camp where the main tent (indigo and dirty white striped ) was awaiting. There were rocks on the ground at my feet, and I had a pair of worn leather sandals. A faded robe covered me from head to foot. A long wooden staff was in my right hand. On the ring finger was a heavy gold ring with an iris-sized cabouchon red garnet set there. Around the bicep of my left arm was a heavy gold carved armband, bearing the symbols "priest of Amun Ra". The cause of my death must have been hiding unseen and I didn't feel a thing. I have a bent rib, the 4th on the left side, that is so painful I cannot stand the spot being touched!
The 3rd was in India, a young 19ish woman in charge of two young children; black-haired well-dressed boys aged about 6 and 3. We're in a room, high up in a red stone fortress. I'm wearing a brightly-colored sari (orange and saffron) and I have silver bracelets and anklets that jingle. There is a revolt outside and a seething screeching wall of peasants and foreign soldiers breech the gates and then the doors, and I gather the youngest boy to me and try to hide him in the folds of the sari. The older little boy I pull behind me, and I know with finality we are doomed. There is a huge dark wooden carved screen with strutting peacocks on it, and suddenly all the elegance and wealth in this place seem obscene. The mob reach us, and I am torn to pieces still trying to defend the boys. My last thought is compassion for these screaming angry people; they are poor and have nothing, and the Palace and those in it with their treasures and jeweled belongings seem disgusting.
There are more, but I will post these later. I look forward to reading any of your thoughts on this.
Thank you for believing, like me, that our Souls gone on and on.
The second incarnation, or rather death, was an older white-whiskered Egyptian male wandering out of the desert to a camp where the main tent (indigo and dirty white striped ) was awaiting. There were rocks on the ground at my feet, and I had a pair of worn leather sandals. A faded robe covered me from head to foot. A long wooden staff was in my right hand. On the ring finger was a heavy gold ring with an iris-sized cabouchon red garnet set there. Around the bicep of my left arm was a heavy gold carved armband, bearing the symbols "priest of Amun Ra". The cause of my death must have been hiding unseen and I didn't feel a thing. I have a bent rib, the 4th on the left side, that is so painful I cannot stand the spot being touched!
The 3rd was in India, a young 19ish woman in charge of two young children; black-haired well-dressed boys aged about 6 and 3. We're in a room, high up in a red stone fortress. I'm wearing a brightly-colored sari (orange and saffron) and I have silver bracelets and anklets that jingle. There is a revolt outside and a seething screeching wall of peasants and foreign soldiers breech the gates and then the doors, and I gather the youngest boy to me and try to hide him in the folds of the sari. The older little boy I pull behind me, and I know with finality we are doomed. There is a huge dark wooden carved screen with strutting peacocks on it, and suddenly all the elegance and wealth in this place seem obscene. The mob reach us, and I am torn to pieces still trying to defend the boys. My last thought is compassion for these screaming angry people; they are poor and have nothing, and the Palace and those in it with their treasures and jeweled belongings seem disgusting.
There are more, but I will post these later. I look forward to reading any of your thoughts on this.
Thank you for believing, like me, that our Souls gone on and on.
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