As has been stated above, I sense the only unhealthy aspect of reincarnation is to allow the thoughts of the past to somehow pull you out of what you intended to do here and now in this current lifetime. I do, however, believe an understanding of where you were and what you did can provide answers and a clearer view of why you are who you are today from the standpoint of what attracts you, what repels you, how you deal with people and why some seem to fit into your life while other, perfectly nice people simply do not.
I was 14 when "The Great Gatsby" was released (the Redford/Farrow edition) and for some reason it felt like home, as if I somehow belonged and was a part of it all...but it was based on a novel and was fictional. I saw it multiple times and it was an itch I just couldn't scratch, but I found myself drawn to that time and place like a moth to a light.
Years later and through much research and investigation into these and other memorable and remarkable likes and dislikes, attractions and repellants, people and places which "fit" and those which don't, I found answers that enabled me to put the pieces of this particular puzzle into place. While the story of "Gatsby" took place in Long Island, N.Y., the filming location was Newport, RI, and the untold wealth of the early 1920's illustrated in the film much resembled that of the Gilded Age Robber Barons and Scions of Industry summering in Newport at the turn of the century.
I found the attraction I had for the movie was made up of a series of connections which were not apparent at age 14. Through past life regressions and the akashic records I discovered my family in that time was of that Gilded Age social set and we frequented Newport in the early 1900's. The wealth, huge parties and glittering social settings shown in "Gatsby" were very similar to those I experienced in Newport 20 years earlier, and the enormous "cottages" and mansions depicted in the movie were the actual homes in which I lived and had attended parties. In that lifetime I died in Newport in an automobile accident in 1905; everyone else in the car survived and went on to become ambassadors, senators, real estate magnates, newspaper publishers, or to marry them. "The Great Gatsby" portrayed a very accurate view of the life from which I had suddenly departed. The familiarity, attractiveness and melancholic effect it had on me caused a sense of yearning, near depression and strong feeling of missing out on a place and time I ought to be...though it only appeared in a movie.
As that 14 year old, I somehow wrenched my attraction and identification from all things "Gatsby" to focus on my current life, slogged my way through puberty and placed that experience in the category of "what was that?", though I never fully forgot about it. It is my belief that had I been slightly less directed or anchored in the present I could have allowed this obsession with a bygone era to pull me from the path I had chosen in this lifetime.
To me, this would have been an unhealthy, though very attractive and powerful attachment to a past life and what I missed as the result of a foreshsortened lifetime.
